My biker smiles as he unbuttons my uniform from the top. He opens five buttons and the uniform top opens wide. He looks at my plain white bra and laughs. He pulls the uniform down over my arms and pulls my arms free. My uniform gathers loosely at my waist. He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra. He pulls it off me and tosses it aside. My boobs bounce free in front of his eyes.
"Wow, these are gorgeous." He says and cups my boobs gently.
I tense up and he stops.
"Relax, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you. Have you been hurt before?" He says with a strange look of concern on his face.
I look at this guy. Are you kidding me? Is he really trying to show compassion after he paid me $500 to fuck me who knows how many times? Is this guy for real? I look into his eyes and I swear I see compassion. He rubs my boobs gently as he looks at me. He kisses my forehead and then my cheeks, my nose, and then my lips very lightly. I feel my body respond to his light touch and move towards him slightly.
"That's it sweetie, you are going to be fine." He says and then covers my mouth with his.
This time I meet his tongue with mine and we kiss deep and long. I feel my nipples harden between the kiss and his fingers massaging my chest. He moves closer and wraps his arms around me. I feel my breath leave my body in a slow breath. I feel myself calm down and the pleasure takes center stage in my mind. Can this be? Am I not so far gone that I can still experience pleasure? He moves back and pushes me gently back on the table. My legs are hanging off the edge and he lifts them up and put my feet on the edge of the table, spreading me open. He pushes my uniform up to my waist and my pussy opens to him.
