Rachel came home feeling a latent sting of frustration. Church had been good actually, the sermon had been convincing, the worship nice, the people even nicer but still… something was not right. Something was missing. Maybe it was the constant lack of change in her life. Work was boring lately. Her friends talked about the same topics they had been talking for years now – same politics, same church stuff, same private problems… Her divorce after her husband had cheated on her was almost like a highlight in her boring life. Just after she had discovered his infidelity, she had been furious. After a few weeks though alle she felt was relief. Her marriage too had gotten boring. Nothing had been wrong actually, but she felt it had been lacking anything worth living for. Now here she was coming home from church having a good life, being a good Christian woman in her late twenties but…
Maybe she needed an adventure. Maybe she should go on vacation for a while… Maybe a trip overseas would be helpful… Just thoughts though… Rachel placed herself on her comfortable armchair on her balcony. Her thoughts seemed kind of stuck, so she got up again to get a drink. She did it not only once during the early afternoon hours, so bit by bit she relaxed. She noticed she hadn’t been relaxed for quite a while and enjoyed the feeling to come into her own, letting the sunlight caress her skin. After the sunlight had heated her body up and her sweat trickled down her skin she decided to put on her bikini. The warm summer wind touched her almost nude body, suddenly Rachel realized a long forgotten feeling: She felt excited… sexually excited. She realized that somehow she had successfully suppressed her sexuality for a long time, even during her marriage. Or maybe especially in her marriage. Feeling it now again it was like leaving a prison she had gotten so used to, she had not realized anymore she was in it and the emotions coming with it were pure freedom. She swore to herself to never get back into that prison again.
Slowly Rachel let her hands move over her body and felt a lieberating flow of pleasure filling her body, the relaxing emotions deepening, all she knew was that she wanted to go with the flow, wanted to let go of everything restraining and suppressing in her. The more she let go the more she felt excitement boiling in her blood all of which seemingly was aiming for her erogenous zones. Mainly her pussy was going from a latent glow to an openly burning fire. The more the burning grew the more her conviction grew she had to do something to satisfy her longong… but no… Christ would never agree to it, would he? For her it was clear that Jesus was the Son of God and His very word. She was devout in her faith to Him. She couldn’t disobey Him. She needed to find another valve for her sexuality and though she wasn’t convinced it was right what she did, she went back to just touching herself. More and more she focused on her heavy breasts, that hung firmly from her slim female frame. Feeling the pleasure, she couldn’t understand how on earth she had been able to neglect them for so long. The more she touched her meanwhile very hard nipples, she felt the urge to move a hand down to her pussy. Slowly she followed that urge and it was like a revelation when her hand reached the sanctuary of her pleasure for the first time since… she couldn’t even remember when. She felt like entering heaven… though she secretly knew that what she did wasn’t what heaven or God wanted to give her at all.
She was so into it that she almost didn’t notice the heavy motor bike driving down the road in front of her house. She couldn’t see it from her balcony since she hid herself from the view of the people on the road but since the bike was loud obviously, its presence was revealed to her eventually even though she was almost lost in her lust. Curious as she was, she caught glimpses of the driver through her balcony balustrade. She saw how he had parked his bike next to the road and seemed to want to get some rest and flex his stiff muscles. Oh, and boy, did he have muscles. He wore a sleeveless leather jacket so she could see how his biceps hulked with every move he made. His whole attitude showed an aggressiveness Rachel always thought she would despise. Wouldn’t she have been drinking for hours and been quite horny for a while, her good Christian prejudices probably would have kicked in but with all the alcohol and hormones in her blood, she didn’t find herself deterred… at all. She didn’t even think about it much, but she felt an intense surge of excitement flowing through her body, mainly through her abdominal area. Still not thinking much she put on some flipflops, a robe over her bikini and went downstairs to the street. “You can’t park there.” She blurted out not being able to think of something with more sense. The hulking biker turned slowly to face her. When he saw her, his lips changed into a mocking grin. “I can’t? I think I just did.”, he replied flatly. Somewhat taken back and impressed by the man’s self-assured demeanor, Rachel didn’t want to give in and let him make a fool out of her too easily. “The owner of the property doesn’t like people park there and even has called the police if someone has done so.” “Even if that was true, honey, do I look like a guy that cares?” The surge of excitement through Rachel’s body grew stronger as she admired the brute confidence that emanated from his presence. Her pussy started to get wet. “Well, I’m not saying you look like…” “To be honest with you: Whatever you might say, I just don’t care…” Provocatively he looked her up and down and added: “…though… if you invite me into your apartment, I might agree to move my bike.” Amused he noticed what effect his words had on her. He sensed how his aggressiveness had struck a nerve in the gorgeous woman standing in front of him. “No, hold on. I’ve an even better idea. Since you obviously have a weakness for bad boys like me: My cabin is not far from here, just a few miles down the road in the forest. Why don’t you hop on my bike? In that case I would gladly remove it from here and I would show you why you like us bad boys so much.” Astonished Rachel realized that she actually considered to comply. And in just a moment it was clear to her that it would bother her for weeks or maybe even her whole life if she wouldn’t take the chance to experience what might be the most exciting adventure of her life. She hesitated just a few more seconds, then she walked towards the bike and swung herself onto the back seat. “Fair enough. I’m Rachel. Let’s go.” The driver of the mighty machine didn’t hesitate at all, as he hopped onto his bike as well.
Rachel was amazed by herself. She just had jumped on a bike with a random guy, a bad guy as a matter of fact. She didn’t know if the guy was actually dangerous, maybe even a threat to her life but now it was too late anyways. Maybe it was because she was still under the influence of the alcohol, maybe she was just too ready for an adventure for whatever costs, or it was just her lechery that made her feel relaxed, even euphoric. She clutched to the biker in front of her as to clutch on a newfound life. His virile scent worked like an aphrodisiac on her senses. She was so high on emotion she wanted to fuck the guy right here on the road. She even wondered if fucking was possible while they were on the bike. All she could think about was fucking. Never in her life had she been as horny as she was now. She started to dry-hump the bikers back. The drive through the forest to the foreigner’s home was not far but still it took far too long for her way too long suppressed lust. When they finally reached the cabin, she swung herself from the bike and barely let the guy get down from it before she jumped on him wrapping her arms and legs around him. The guy laughed at her eagerness. “Easy, easy, bitch. I’ve got nothing to do than to fuck you all day and night so don’t be such a bratty, impatient slut…” “You have no idea how long I’ve been patient. I’ve been a patient Christian lady for all my life, so shut the fuck up and make me your bratty slut at once!” Her fingers clawed in his immense biceps and her mouth attacked his poorly shaven face, sticking her tongue into his astonished open mouth. The guy didn’t take long to be surprised but just laughed, grabbed her slim frame and put her down on the ground. He brought her face right in front of his bulging pants. Rachel didn’t need to be told what to do. She opened his belt and ripped down his pants revealing an impressive piece of meat. She smelled his cock right away. She smelled the scent of a day on the bike, the sweat, the smell of a dick that hadn’t been cleaned after having taken a piss. She didn’t mind… rather she was turned on even more and without any hesitation took the beautiful cock and started to lick at it. She licked off the sweat from its shaft adoring the texture of the visibly throbbing veins, then she focused on its head. She savored the vile taste of the rancid urine covering it with an ever-growing lust. After she had cleaned it up, she put it into her mouth sucking at it like her life depended on it. All the while Rachel smiled inwardly of what she, the good Christian woman, was about to do. She felt like God was watching her strongly disapproving but she just couldn’t resist sucking the gorgeous phallus even more. She didn’t have a lot of experience, but she was passionate and perceptive. Soon she figured out what made Mr. Badboy feel pleasure. The situation itself however and the fact that Rachel was nothing less than a drop-dead gorgeous woman was exciting enough for the guy to feel lust he hadn’t felt in a long time. What made him go totally crazy though was the chain with the cross hanging from the foreign lady’s neck dangling with every sucking movement she made. He put his powerful hands on her head grabbing her hair with his strong fingers, then he started to pound his mighty cock into the Christian slut’s mouth all the while screaming in his mind: “Yess!, Yess! Hail Satan! Hail Satan!”