Sandy

"I guess I should do the testing," exclaims Gina. "But since there's something more important that needs my attention, you'll have to do it this time, Sandy."

Sandy nods. "Follow me," she says, as we head through another door.

"So that's the owner?"

"No, the owner's daughter. She is our branch manager."

We finally exit at the rear of the building where a number of motorcycles like Sandy's are parked. "You have these many employees?" I ask. I also notice that part of the parking space had been converted to an obstacle course.

"No, just four of us doing deliveries actually... me, Lena, Emilia, and Sophie. Now choose a motorbike."

"No men?" I ask, somewhat surprised. I head for the nearest bike.

"There were two guys about four month ago, but they left after only a week, as they didn't want to have a female boss. How about you? Are you choosy?"

"No, it all depends on how I'm treated." Since the key was in the ignition, I try to start the bike.

"Now, show me how close you can go around that concrete post," Sandy says, pointing to a lamppost at the far end of the parking space. "Make five clockwise loops and five counter-clockwise loops and then come back. Don't let your feet touch the ground."

After I make the necessary loops around the post, I head back towards Sandy. "Is this really needed? I mean, it's just pizza."

Sandy grins and hands me an empty pizza box with a string tied across it. "Now repeat those loops and hold this box with one hand."

"How insane is that." I remark. "I have a large box behind me for pizza!"

"And what is its capacity?"

"Maybe about 20," I say, trying to estimate how many pizza boxes could fit into it.

"Now suppose, a customer ordered 22 pizzas. How may trips would you make?"

I try to repeat the loops with the pizza box in one hand, and I realize that they were more difficult than I had imagined. I had to go slower to complete the task. "I didn't realize delivering pizza was this difficult," I finally say after returning back to Sandy."

"Now, for the second test. Do you see that ramp that goes up over the entrance and down the exit?"

I nod as I gaze at the steel structure just wide enough for a motorbike to pass. The herringbone pattern ensures that tires do not slip off th ramp. There are no railings, so a fall would be disasterous or could even be fatal.

"Drive your bike up that ramp and back down."

I move my bike close beside Sandy, then place my arms around her neck and kiss her hungrily on the mouth.

She initially responds by kissing me back but then pushes me away abruptly. "Why did you just do that? I told you I'm not into men?"

"I'm sorry that I had to do that, but I realized that since that ramp had no railings, it would be fatal if I fall. At least the last thing on my mind would be the memory of kissing you."

She blushes slightly before saying, "So you're backing down?"

"No," I say. I'll finish the test. I drive the bike up and down the ramp and back beside Sandy.

"See, it was not fatal at all."

"I was just lucky. Your kiss made me lucky!"

She punches me on the shoulder with a **** I didn't expect to come from a woman. "Last warning," she says.

I massage my shoulder and ask her, "You're into martial arts?"

She nods and continues. "I'll be adding some weight into that box then you drive the bike up and down the ramp." She places in two plastic bags containing sand.

Facing her, I say, "I'd like to kiss you again but since you don't want me to.... in case I fall off the ramp and kill myself, I'd like you to tell Greta to tell my girlfriend Doe that I truly lov..."

I am taken aback by a sudden punch to my jaw. "You cheating bastard! You fucked Greta even when you had a girlfriend!"

I massage my jaw. "Greta knew I had a girlfriend when that incident happened. And you don't know the real story, so stop judging me!"

She finally calms down. "I'm sorry," she says, moving her fingers against my jaw. "Let's just finish the test."

I nod at her and drive the motorbike up then down the ramp without incident. I return to my position beside Sandy.

"For the last test, I will be riding behind you... and part of my instructions are to disrupt your focus by touching parts of your body. Now, take off your shirt."

I do as she says, a confused look registering on my face.

She immediately unzips her jacket revealing a gray cami underneath. Her boobs are highlighted by the cami and I realize she had nothing else underneath when the cami finally comes off. Her mini comes off last, exposing white booty shorts. After she had placed her clothes on the seat of a nearby bike, she faces me with her size-C orbs in all their naked beauty. My cock reacts with attention and I am now sporting a large hard-on.

I move slightly forward to give some space to Sandy. She immediately leans toward me-- the tips of her nipples tickling my bare back. I accelerate and head for the ramp as Sandy's hands move lightly along my chest. She pinches my nipples lightly and proceeds to unfasten the top button of my jeans. I try not to think of the sensations around my body and try hard to focus on keeping the bike away from the edge of the ramp. I finally reach the top and proceed to go back down. I realize that my cock has already been freed and Sandy is giving me a clumsy hand job. I can feel her nipples harden against my back and I feel the heat of her arousal. I try to make the return trip as slow as possible, to prolong the sensations I am feeling. We finally arrive at the location where Sandy had left her clothes. As we get off the bike, I say, "You can't disrupt a man by giving him a hand job. Did you do the same thing to the other two guys who previously worked her?"

She shakes her head after putting her cami back on. "This testing started only about two month ago. All the female workers underwent this test." she says.

"Maybe the test might be effective for females, especially since your boobs are sensitive but it definitely can't disrupt males."

"Want to bet?" she says, getting back onto the bike and starting it.

I completely take off my jeans, to her surprise, and insert myself behind her. I jam my hardened cock between her ass checks-- against the material of her booty shorts. My cockhead is now leaking precum.

She accelerates as we move up.

My left hand fondles her left teat, alternately pinching both nipples. My right hand traces the outline of her pussy lips, through the material of her booty shorts. I finally decide to insert my fingers under her shorts and I sense the wetness of her slit. I kiss her lightly on the neck and whisper, "You're not into men, Sandy, but I'm into you... you can feel how wet my cockhead is... and I can feel how wet your pussy is." I pinch her clit lightly as I kiss her behind the left ear."

We have finally reached the top and we are now heading down.

Her thighs suddenly shudder as my right hand is instantly flooded with her juices. As I squeeze her right boob, I realize that she has lost focus and we are heading over the edge. Realizing her error, she does not attempt to return to the ramp but instead focuses on making a good landing.

The bike hits the ground with a bounce as the shock absorbers come into play. The bounce has lifted Sandy's body slightly upward, but it has also pushed my body forward, so that my hardened cock is now completely between Sandy's ass cheeks and possibly touching the lower end of her pussy.

I continue to squeeze the tips of her nipples and fondle her clit until we come to a stop, but not before another gush of her fluids is felt.

As we dismount, I can sense that her knees are slightly trembling. "You won the bet, John. So... what do you want me to do?"

I ask her, "Honestly, if you won the bet, what would you have made me do?"

She smiles sheepishly at me, "Maybe I'd let you eat my pussy... but cuming twice on the bike was really more intense than any of the pussy eating I've experienced from my girlfriends. So... what is it John?"

"I'd love to slide my cock into your tight wet pussy, but since you're not into men, maybe your mouth would do."

She smiles confidently and kneels in front of me, slowly taking my cock into her mouth. She fails to get it all in and finally takes it off her mouth, giving my cockhead a little suck before finally releasing it. "You're huge, John, and if Greta managed to get this into her pussy, maybe I can." she says, as she proceeds to take off her wet booty shorts.

"You're sure about this, Sandy? I know you're not into men and you know that I have a girlfriend."

She gives me a long kiss on the lips. "It was a bet, John. I'm not backing out of my obligations.... Besides, I want to feel what Greta keeps bragging to me about."

I position myself on the back end of the motorbike seat as Sandy approaches me from the front. She stands on the foot rest of the motorbike and points my cock into her slippery hole. She slowly lowers her body until my cockhead enters her hot pussy. I hold her waist as my cock continues to explore deeper into her tightness. "Have you had any boyfriends before?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. "But I'm not a virgin.... You're really huge, John. It's like I'm being torn apart." She suddenly moans as another gush of her fluids erupt.

The lubrication loosens most of the friction as I slide more smoothly into her. I encounter a slight resistance. "You didn't tell me you were a virgin. Should we continue?"

A tear falls down her cheek as she nods. "I thought using dildos could devirginize me."

"You didn't push them deep enough," I reply as I thrust into her, tearing her hymen.

She moans in pain as I pause. "It's slightly painful but I like the feeling of your cock stretching my insides."

I continue pushing my cock deeper into her until my entire length is inside her. She releases another gush of her fluids as I hit her cervix.

She kisses me on the lips as I pull out slightly and thrust into her again. "Thank you for being gentle to me during my first time."

I pull out halfway and thrust into her a couple of times more.

Her face brightens as I increase my pace. "I like it faster, John."

I pound vigorously into her until another gush of her fluids brings me close to the brink. "Should I cum inside you?" I ask. "Are you protected?"

She shakes her head as I slowly pull out of her. "A lesbian never needs protection." she says.

She again attempts to put my entire length into her mouth. The thought of being the first one to cum on her face sends me beyond the brink as I release a couple of cumshots onto her face, surprising her.

She continues to suck on my cock until it has returned to its flaccid state. She then wipes off my cum from her face and licks it off her fingers. "I like the taste of your cum," she says.

We finally dress back into our clothes. Sandy decides to discard her wet booty shorts and dumps them into a trash can.

As we enter the office of Gina, she asks, "Did he pass the tests?" I notice that Gina is dressed in a latex catsuit with matching knee-length boots.

"With flying colors," Sandy answers.

I watch as Sandy and Gina exchange a French kiss. "So you have been enjoying yourself without my permission?"

"Yes mistress," Sandy nods.

"Now, get on the floor and undress," she commands.

In a few seconds, Sandy is on all fours, completely naked.

Gina inserts her fingers into Sandy's pussy and tastes her wetness. "You really were enjoying yourself. How many times did you cum?"

"I lost count, mistress," Sandy replies.

"Is that a proper answer?"

"No mistress.... I came five times, mistress."

Gina suddenly produces a wooden paddle. "Do you deserve to be punished?" she asks.

"Yes, mistress," Sandy replies.

"Please don't punish her!" I say, interrupting their exchange.

"Please leave John, you're not a part of this," begs Sandy.

"This is none of your business, John." Gina says with authority. "This is our own personal arrangement. We know what we are doing. If you can't stand what is happening, then leave. If you want to stay and watch, don't interrupt. If you want to reduce her punishment, then join and be a sub."