Naked Escape

“Ohfuck…” Max swore as her pulse slowed down a little and the fog lifted a little from her mind. What had she done? She felt the still warm motor of her bike beneath her, the contrasting cool night air on her bare legs, the pressure of Sketchy’s body against her back and his still hard cock still lodged half-way up her ass, stretching her sphincter. She felt so weak and she didn’t know what to do anyway, so she just lay there.

A smile spread across Sketchy’s lips. If he hadn’t been a little drunk he wouldn’t know how to deal with this, but now, slightly boozed, all the troublesome thoughts were gone from his head and he just acted. And it worked for him! He couldn’t wait to tell everyone how he had fucked Max Guevara in the ass in some dirty back alley like some depraved whore. He couldn’t wait to see the looks on their faces when he told them how he had made her cum by sodomizing her!

Pushing himself up he looked down on her. Max lay draped on top of her bike, her eyes closed and hair tussled. Her shirt was pushed up until right beneath her breasts, the remnants of her shorts dangled around her right ankle and her small panties were pushed aside, exposing her holes. Slowly Sketchy moved his hips, grinding against the spent girl’s raised butt, pushing his cock into her anal passage once more. Max let out a soft moan, which widened his smile even more. Encouraged he slowly began to give her gentle strokes, once more thrusting in and out of her asshole, to which Max reacted with a steady stream of gasps and whimpers.

Sketchy grabbed the hem of her shirt. He wanted her topless, wanted to play with her tits, tweak her nipples. Max moaned in protest when he pulled it up, but she did nothing to resist when he stripped it off and dropped it aside, exposing her upper body to Seattle’s cold night air.

“Damn,” he muttered as he reached around and grabbed her naked tits, cupping them. Max groaned when she felt him **** her soft breasts, squeezing and pinching them a little too rough. She didn’t resist when Sketchy pulled her up by her tits, pulling her so her back was pressed against his front, the movement causing his cock in her asshole to twitch.

“Ooooh,” she whimpered when she felt Sketchy’s lips and tongue against the side of her neck caressing her smooth skin gently in a sharp contrast to his firm manhandling of her boobs. She was just about to let herself get carried away again, ask Sketchy to fuck her once more, when she suddenly heard a sound.

Her eyes went wide. “FUCK!” she gasped when she saw two cops in full uniform a few feet away from where they were, sneaking up on the fucking couple. She saw greedy lust in her eyes as they ogled her nakedness.

The shock cleared Max lust-fogged mind for a second. What was she doing? She would get arrested! This was bad! Before Sketchy or one of the cops knew what was happening she kicked her bike into gear and sped off, chasing her motorcycle down the alleyway, away from those cops.

Sketchy screeched with shock at the sudden start and he would have almost fallen off, but reflexively he tightened his grip on her tits, barely managing to hold on.

Max rushed out of the alleyway and into the street, her mind fully focused on fleeing the scene, so it took her actually a couple of seconds to realize that she was speeding through the streets naked except for her panties and sneakers, her friend Sketchy sitting behind her, screaming his head off, with his hands painfully squeezing her naked tits and his cock stretching her anus.

“Fuck!” she swore. Her top was left in the alleyway, her shorts hung in shreds from her ankle and she still didn’t have those pictures. She turned around and looked back, checking if there was any sign of pursuing cops…