A little fun on the bike first.

Max took a deep breath as she straddled her motorcycle, Sketchy slid in behind her his arms wrapping tightly around her thin waist. She closed her eyes, with all that was going on with her body maybe this wasn't the best idea.

No, she told herself, she could control herself, she just needed to keep moving. She would deal with Sketchy then track down the damn cops and figure out what they had done to her.

Max started the bikes engine and pulled out from the back alley. Sketchy's grip tightened as they began to move. Max took it slow, driving through the mostly empty Seattle streets. There was little rush and she didn't want to draw any undo attention.

Sketchy grinned behind her. It was the first time Max had let Sketchy on her bike. Before today he hadn't even dared touch her precious 'baby' but today but today was a day of first. He scooted closer to her and felt Max stiffen as his hard cock pressed up against her.

He was too drunk, too horny, he couldn't help himself. His hands slid up slightly, moving from where they had been wrapped around her waist higher. He could feel her ribs, how she sucked in air as his hands traveled north, then the swell of her breasts. He could barely believe he was doing this as his right hand cupped her breast cradling it from below. He pushed himself into her back, rubbing his cock against her body before giving her breast a firm squeeze.

He swore he heard a gasp of pleasure before the bike veered without warning. In shock his hands pulled away and went back to her waist as he tried to stabilize himself.

“Shit,” Max yelled, as she struggled to regain control of her bike. Letting out a sigh of relief when she finally steadied herself and the bike.

This wasn't a good idea.

“Don't,” Max yelled out hoping Sketchy could hear over the wind and hum of the engine. But it was already too late his hands had moved again, this time sliding down until she could feel his fingers dance between her legs.

“Ohh,” Max moaned as his fingers teased her though the spandex of her biker shorts. She couldn't help but close her eyes and gasp. Her hips pushing down against his hand. He had barely touched her but she was already worked up. She was losing herself when she realized where she was.

Max's eyes shot open before they both ended up plastered against a brick wall.

“Sketchy,” she nearly whined as he continued to move his fingers slowly over her swollen clit, tracing a small circle around the bundle of nerves but never quiet touching it. Her shorts were so damned tight, doing little to dull the sensations of his fingers.

Max quickly turned into the first empty alley she could find. Her intent to stop Sketchy before this got out of hand.

Sketchy had other ideas, thinking she had stopped so they could do more. His hand pushed under her pants, finally skin on skin contact.

Max's back arched as she felt a finger slide inside her aching cunt. She reached back in instinct to grab hold of his thigh as pleasure rocketed through her body. “Sketchy,” she moaned, “Stop.” she needed to stop this, she couldn't fuck Sketchy, not him.

But Sketchy didn't stop instead he pushed another hooked finger inside of her. Her body reacted, squeezing his digits tightly, Max threw her head back against Sketchy's shoulder and cried out. She had wanted this all damn day. Ever since she had woken up, as much as she had fought it her body craved it.

“God, don't.” she muttered softly between moans. It was a rare cloudless night and Max stared up, mouth agape, at the stars. Her vision going blurry as her eyes fluttered shut with every wave of pleasure coursing up from between her legs. She bit her lip as he fingered her closer to the edge.

Then he stopped, Sletcky let go, removing his hands from her. Max leaned forward slightly her breathe heavy and her mind reeling. She couldn't believe she was even considering the ideas that were currently in her head. She needed to gain control of her self before

“Hey,” she cried out as she felt Sketchy pull on her bike shorts. The spandex like material stretching out tugged on it. Then she heard it tear and spun around too see sketchy a grind on his face. He had used a small utility knife most Jam Pony messengers carried to cut her free of her shorts leaving her bottom in nothing more than her small panties.

She looked down at the large bugle in his pants, as he lifted him self up slightly his hand wrapping around her waist once more to slide between her legs.

She closed her eyes and gasped her body trembling as she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

She needed to stop this. His fingers went back to her dripping sex, first sliding inside then pulling out to gently caress her clit. She needed to tell him to stop. He rubbed the head of his cock down between the cheeks of her ass, over her asshole then pressed it up against her wet slit. She needed to get the hell off his bike. He entered her slowly, groaning in pleasure as her unbelievable body swallowed him.

But she didn't didn't object, instead she eased backwards and arched her hips letting his cock sink into her warmth.

“So long,” Sketchy moaned “I wanted this for so long Max.”

Max hunched over the bike their position awkward as he began to thrust himself inside of her. Her eyes pinched closed as she took in the sensation of being fucked by fucking Sketchy.

His hands traveled up her back pulling up her shirt and jacket. He expanse of tanned skin and the way her hips curved turning sketchy on even more. He moved faster driving himself into her incredibly tight body. Max moaned louder and louder, it was the most amazing thing he had ever heard and he did everything he could not to cum right there and then.

With every thrust Max squealed out in pleasure and her body lurched forward until she was riding high onto the motorbikes fuel tank, her thighs squeezing the bike tightly as she could no longer touch the ground with her feet.

Sketchy groaned as he finally slipped out of her, still rock hard and ready to go, he looked around the alley hoping to see a better spot to finish fucking her.

Max slumped forward, her body limp. she had been close to coming. It was hard to believe the turn her life had made in the last few days. She let herself slide down back into the bikes seat her body once against brushing up against Sketchy.

Sketchy caught her, his hands grasping both cheeks of her behind giving them a squeeze. A grin crossing his face as he grabbed his cock and pressed the head against the small ring of muscle

“No,” Max moaned as she felt him push against her asshole.

His cock was slick with her own juices but it still stung like a bitch as he **** the first inch past her sphincter.

“Ohgod,” Max cried out as he **** himself inside of her. With one hand Sketchy grabbed a wad of her hair pulled her head back forcing her body to bend and arch driving her back onto his hard cock. “Ohhhh,” she moaned as his other hand wrapped around her and found her swollen clit.

He was going to do this. Fuck her ass raw and she was going to let him.

Another inch and Max cried out loudly unable to hold back as pain and pleasure rocketed through her. Sketchy grunted as her body resisted, but he was determined to bury his entire length into he ass he had day dreamed about for years.

He jerked forward, and Max shuddered her body clenching tightly around him. He pushed his fingers hard against her clit, and drove another inch into her. It was the pain that set her off, the debauchery and the disgust of being fucked in the ass in some shit back alley I was all to much.

“Fuck me!” She screamed, then moaned. Her eyes shooting open as sparks went up her spine, then they fluttered close. Her hips rolled down. The feeling of Sketchy's cock stretching her ass as she moved intensifying her orgasm. She rolled her hips back forcing his entire length into her. She gasped and cried out something incomprehensible to Sketchy before slumping forward her back heaving up and down as wave after wave of bliss shot through her.

Sketchy could feel her, feel her body cumming around him and it was better than anything he had ever felt before. Slowly he began to move, her orgasm still rolling through her body he began to fuck her. His cock throbbing as it worked in and out of her ass.

Max laid there moaning softly her ass rising up and down with his thrusts her eyes closed she simply basked in the sensation of letting go.

He worked his cock in and out of her, his hands holding her butt tightly, pinning her trembling body against the seat of bike as he fucked her. Faster and faster he moved. Max making a soft steady pleased moan with every thrust until he felt his balls clench. He thought for a moment, to pull out and cum over her back but instead he kept thrusting wanting cum inside her.

“Oh Max,” Sketchy moaned then froze, grunted. His cock throbbed and he buried himself as deeply as he could into her body before he came.

“Amazing,” he muttered as he slumped over her. Max didn't respond as the realization of what she had just done was dawning on her.

Both spent and and a little exhausted neither of them noticed they were no longer alone in the alley.