Tell him to get on the bike
From Create Your Own Story
He looks like the type that needs direction.
"Get on the bike."
He complies like a trained pet. He manages a weak "okay," and sits at the far edge of the seat. He's gripping the sissy bar and doing his best not to touch you. You look back over your shoulder at him. He's looking at your naked back like a dreamer afraid of waking.
"I said I'm cold," you say as you grab the underside of his knee and urge him forward.
He nods. "Whatever you say, uh... ma'am."
Damn right, whatever I say. You and me will get along fine...
A car shoots past, honking. An arm waves out of a window and the driver taps their brakes repeatedly. They're yelling, too - but the sound is lost to speed and distance.
"Call me Anna. Now get up here and cover me up." You slide your bloodless hands under his thighs to warm them up.
"Well, Anna... I'm Sten." He's gaining control of himself, feeling a bit more at ease.
Got to put a stop to that.
"I'm going to call you Dick. Dick, take off your shirt and give it to me."
He shifts right back into domesticated mode. "Uh, sure..." He takes off his button-down shirt and hands it over. You slide your arms into the sleeves and leave the front open. He starts to say something but you grab his hands and place them over your tits.
"No talking when you're touching me." You soak up the warmth of his hands as he slides up the seat against your back. "Put your hands wherever you want, but if you say one word while you're touching me-the ride is over. Understand?"
He releases you and leans back. "Yes... uh, Anna."
You pull him back against you and put his hands on your chilled nipples. "Good boy. Now hang on."
You peel out and the acceleration forces him to clench onto you like a wrestler. A pet boy behind you and a bike between the thighs...
Now what?
Do you:
| You are possessing: |
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| Young, attractive nun |
