Helen and the biker's wild ride

Once they were outside, the biker gave Helen a gentle push and she fell forward onto her knees. Slumping forwards with a surprised gasp, she found herself on all fours, and felt the biker hunker down behind her. He pulled up her summer dress, then tugged it off altogether, leaving her practically naked except for the skimpy white bikini she still wore underneath.

She heard the thug grunt with satisfaction at the sight of her magnificent body, practically naked except for the small strips of white bikini. She felt his tough hands grip the broad, smooth curves of her ass cheeks and squeeze them. Then he moved his hands up and gripped the narrow white band of her thong, and slipped it down, baring her asshole and freshly shaved pussy to the sultry afternoon air.

She looked back over her shoulder and watched as he slowly unzipped the fly of his jeans and fished inside. Then her eyes widened as she saw the massive cock he pulled out, already hard and ready for her.

Then he let go of his cock and started pulling his belt free from his jeans. Helen felt a thrill as she saw him make a loop of the belt and slipped it over her head, then pulled it tight around her throat. He was putting her on a leash!

He sneered down at her as he took the end of the ‘leash’ in one hand and his cock in the other, guiding it towards her pussy lips.

“Gonna tame you, bitch!”

Then she felt the glorious round bulb of his cock against her hot wetness, and he began to slip it inside.

“Ooouuuhhhhhhhhhh!” Helen could only moan incoherently as she felt the glorious length and thickness of him slide into her. She was so wet that there was virtually no friction, just the tightness of her pussy as it gripped his cock like a vise.

He entered her slowly and she felt the wonderfully thick cock fill her as she’d never been filled before. Then he drew back until only the thick tip of his cock was inside her, then rammed forward again with a snarl, and Helen whipped her head back, her eyes wide and staring into space, her mouth a perfect circle as she felt a titanic orgasm blast through her.

Then he began to fuck her like a wild beast, slamming his cock in and out of her tight, slippery pussy in time to the chugging hard rock that could be heard from inside the bar. He pulled the makeshift leash taut, causing her to arch her back and raise her head up as he pounded her from behind.

The gorgeous wife and mother was in a daze of sexual euphoria, fueled by the alcohol she’d consumed and brought to a searing heat by the powerful drug that had been slipped into her drink. She felt like she was back in her intensely erotic fever dreams from the night before.

Four of the trashy biker sluts danced around the rutting pair, and Helen looked up to see a couple of them high-fiving each other while the other two held up their phones, clearly recording the lewd sex act that played out before them.

Helen smiled up at them wickedly, making it quite clear to anyone who watched the video footage that she was enjoying every minute of her debasement.

The biker liked the way the veins and tendons in the MILF’s neck bulged as he pulled on the ‘leash’, so he tugged on it again, making Helen grit her teeth and arch her back further. She slammed her broad, toned ass back to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts. He admired the way her toned back muscles flexed rhythmically in time with the music, almost as If she was dancing on his cock in time to the chugging beat.

One of the dancing biker sluts now held her beer bottle over Helen’s back and poured some of the cold, frothing liquid over the MILF’s skin, causing Helen to gasp. The cold liquid felt exquisite on her hot flesh, and made it shine in the dim yellow light of the alley. With his free hand, the biker smeared it over her back and across the globes of her ass-cheeks.

Another of the sluts poured a fresh shower of cold beer over Helen’s back and ass. It ran down between her quivering ass cheeks to her pussy, where it helped to lubricate the hard cock that pumped in and out of her, as if the freely flowing mixture of her own pussy juice and the thug’s pre-cum weren’t lubrication enough!

The thug was a total stranger to her and his was the first cock other than her husband’s to be granted access to her exquisite pussy since she had married Kent all those years ago. To commit this forbidden act of adultery was incredibly thrilling to her, the thrill only increased by the fact that she had no idea who this grimy lout was, or whether he carried any STDs. The sheer danger of it was intoxicating!

Leaning on the wall of the alley nearby, also recording the scene with her phone, stood Sofia Varko. She wore a devious and predatory smile on her exotically beautiful features as she watched Helen’s descent into debauchery. The repressed wife, mother and teacher was coming along nicely, and had taken her first steps on the path to becoming a wanton Hell-Whore!

However, she knew that once the effects of the drug and the alcohol wore off, Helen’s old nature would reassert itself and she’d be wracked with guilt about this scandalous behavior, but that only added spice to the corruption.

The thug’s thrusting quickened to a frenzied pace and Helen’s body also humped back and forth with increasing speed, until the grimy thug slapped her on the ass. “Ah…ah…I’m close, bitch. I’m…gonna cum! And you…are gonna…ah..ah…drink it all!”

Drawing his throbbing cock out of her boiling pussy, he tugged on the leash again, forcing Helen up onto her knees, as he got to his feet before her. Tugging the leash he pulled her head towards his cock and she lunged at it with her mouth wide open, then plunged the full length of his man-meat down her gulping throat.

The biker threw his head back and roared as his balls erupted and sent a thick, hot river of cum flowing down Helen’s throat. She was relatively new to oral sex but clearly had natural skills, as she was quite capable of deep-throating this sizable cock, and found herself gulping happily as she swallowed all of his pumping load. She pulled back until only the bulbous tip of his cock was gripped between her lips, and jacked the thick shaft with her hand, milking it of every last drop of delicious cum.

The biker leered down at her, taking great pleasure in seeing the golden wedding band on the hand that gripped his cock so tightly. “Ohh, yeah baby. Did you swallow it all like a good fucking slut? Show me!”

With a lewd smile, Helen opened her mouth wide as she looked up at the hairy brute, extending her tongue and waggling it from side to side, showing him that she had gulped every drop of his tasty cock juice down her gullet. Then she closed her mouth and licked her lips, smiling sweetly up at him.

Letting out a raucous laugh, the biker tucked his wilting cock back into his grimy jeans and linked arms with two of the young sluts, as they all sauntered back into the bar, leaving Helen on her knees in the filthy alley.

Sofia appeared at Helen’s side, and helped her to her feet. The sultry beauty had put her phone away and was now holding Helen’s discarded bikini and summer dress in her hands. “Let’s go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up.”

Helen had a dreamy smile on her face as she was led out of the bar by Sofia. She had been cleaned up but her hair was slightly disordered and now hung down over one eye. She didn’t seem to mind as she smiled happily. She was none too steady on her feet but Sofia linked arms with her and helped support her weight as they walked along the litter-strewn street and left the heavy rock music of the bar behind them.

Sofia leaned in close and purred into the drugged MILF’s ear. ”Well Helen, since you’ve shown that you are a tramp, I think it’s time you go a tramp stamp.”

Helen only giggled slightly as she allowed herself to be led towards the tattoo parlor…