Office Slut

She was alone in this garage-like space with a big, bad boy biker. And she was his slave. Her insides quivered at the thought. She stopped in front of the big machine and stroked the black, leather seat, then turned to face him.

"I saw you watching me when I arrived this morning, and got the impression you liked the idea of being with a biker."

At thoughts of this big biker with his huge cock filling her, all she could manage was a nod.

His gaze locked on hers and he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it over his head, then tossed it aside. Her gaze locked on his broad chest and chiseled abs.

"Even a slave deserves a treat sometimes."

His fingers worked at the belt on his jeans, then he unzipped and let them drop to the floor. His big cock stretched his black briefs to the limit, and she could tell he wasn’t even at full length yet.

He stepped toward her and grabbed her hand, then she found herself crushed against his steel-hard chest, his arms around her, his lips capturing he