Unlimited Access

by Vance Langston

Tanya drives a motorcycle and has long curly auburn hair and an ass to die for. She has a penchant for wearing leather chaps that perfectly accentuate her marvelous ass. She’s tall, twenty-nine years old, and attractive in an exotic and rough way. I had been hot for her ever since she moved into the apartment building across the street from me. We parked our bikes together and would make small talk when we saw each other on the street, usually about motorcycles.

I had asked her out on several occasions, but she repeatedly turned me down. One day I got up the nerve to ask her to come hear my band play at a club across town. She asked if it was a date. I’m not used to women being so direct. I told her there would be a lot of other people there, and since my band was performing, I wouldn’t be with her the whole time. She said she would think about it.

She definitely showed up, and was now sitting in front of me, dangling a key from her long red fingernail—the key to the handcuffs binding my wrists. We were in a crowded bar, where I was supposed to go onstage with my band in a few minutes and sing. Tanya obviously had other ideas, and the lady meant business. She looked straight through me, pinning me with her slate-green eyes. Her full pouty lips parted gently as she informed me that she wanted my ass. If I really wanted to date her, I had to promise her unlimited access to my ass with strap-on dildos, vibrators, fingers, and tongue. Talk about cutting to the chase! Tanya said she didn’t care for niceties like going out to dinner and small talk. She knew exactly what she wanted from me, and if I wasn’t willing to give it to her, she would leave.

Being a musician, I have had my share of women seducing me in strange ways, but this took the cake! I pictured this sensuous vixen in leather chaps with nothing on underneath but a strap-on. I couldn’t picture myself getting fucked in the ass. I’m used to being the one in control, the one on top. Yet, I have to admit I was incredibly intrigued.

Tanya smiled wickedly at me from across the table. Feigning a yawn, she announced, “I’m tired. I think I’ll go home.” She dropped the key into her pocket and pushed her chair out from the table. My jaw dropped.

“Wait! Wait! You can’t go!” She ignored me and stood up. When Tanya stands, everyone in the room seems to take notice. Conversations stop, eyes turn in her direction, men drool. The woman has amazing presence. My bass player ambled toward us, breaking off a conversation with a table of women friends.

“Hey, Van, what’s up?” he asked, eyeing Tanya lasciviously. Then he noticed the handcuffs. “Oh, I see you’re busy. You know we go on in five. Is this a new look?”

“Come on, Tanya,” I said, trying not to make it sound as though I were begging.

Tanya stopped smiling and glared at me. She was serious.

“You know what I want.” I was incredibly aroused but at the same time afraid to relinquish total control. I tried my best to look stubborn. She reached for her helmet and bag. She really was leaving! My heart started pounding. My band was tuning up and looking at me nervously. I began to get a desperate feeling in the pit of my belly.

Tanya stopped and turned to me. “You are so used to getting what you want from women, so used to being in charge. Maybe, if you would just relax and let somebody else take control, you might enjoy it!” Little did she realize how much I was enjoying it. Then she left in a huff, through the crowded bar, marching toward the door. I couldn’t believe she didn’t leave the key! I raced through the crowd—handcuffs, hard-on, and all—after my bewitching Tanya.

Outside, I finally caught up with her as she was unlocking her beautifully chromed motorcycle. Tanya’s anger melted into amusement when she saw me. She strutted toward me, her leather creaking and gleaming in the moonlight. God, she was beautiful! Instead of stopping when she got to me, she gently nudged me backward, backing me up against the brick wall of the club.

She nailed me against the wall with her body, pushing her breasts into my chest and trapping my erect dick in the cleft between her legs. We were locked eye to eye, her breath hot on my lips, her eyes flashing victoriously. She grabbed my cuffed wrists and pinned them over my head. I felt captured and aroused beyond belief. The element of danger has always been an aphrodisiac for me. Public humiliation, however, was a new thing.

“Have a change of heart?” she asked seductively. Before I could answer her, she covered my mouth with hers, bruising my lips with her urgency. Tanya kissed me passionately, like a she-devil in heat, driving her tongue into my mouth, mashing my lips against my teeth. This girl was rough! She knew exactly how to turn me on.

Tanya uncuffed me and left without even hearing my band play. She’d apparently accomplished what she had come to do. I was overwhelmed and intrigued.

I didn’t see her for days after that, and I began to obsess over her, fantasizing constantly. What did she wear to bed? What did she look like sleeping? How did she look when she came? I stared out the window, waiting to hear the low rumble of her Harley coming down our street. She left early and came home late for several days in a row. I had no idea what she was doing or where she had gone. I left a note on her motorcycle inviting her to dinner. She left a reply on my motorcycle saying no, but to meet her at her motorcycle instead. It unnerved me that she knew I would be so eager to see her again.

Of course, I met her at the appointed time. She was warming up the engine of her pan-head Harley and motioned for me to get on the back. I hate being a passenger on someone else’s bike, much less with a woman driving!

I swallowed my pride, and my chauvinism, fastened my helmet, and climbed on behind Tanya. She was wearing a velvet jumpsuit under her chaps. My hands slid easily around her waist; her flesh felt firm and toned under the velvet. Her hair flowed over my face as she took off down the street. I pulled my thighs closer to hers and felt her muscles ripple and flex under the leather. I was getting turned on, and it suddenly didn’t seem to matter that I wasn’t in the driver’s seat.

Tanya was an excellent rider. She took curves gracefully, leaning like a pro. She cut through New York traffic like a hot knife through butter. When we stopped at lights, I could see people checking us out, some laughing at the role reversal, others staring enviously at me. Tanya was heading north, out of Manhattan. I didn’t bother to ask where we were going; I just decided to enjoy the ride.

We wound up on a beautiful stretch of road that occasionally afforded us glances of the cliffs along the Hudson River. The scenery was breathtaking, but nothing compared to Tanya. I was so turned on by her prowess and sexy strength. She turned off the road and pulled into a deserted area with a spectacular scenic view. Her Harley rumbled to a stop, and she reached down to turn off the engine. Like a good passenger, I waited for her to tell me it was okay to dismount.

Tanya walked to the front of the bike and unfastened a leather pouch from the front fork. I hadn’t noticed it before, and was instantly curious. Tanya offered no explanations, but took my hand and led me to the edge of the cliff. There was no railing, and the landscape yawned in front of us. I had a giddy sense of literally being on top of the world. Tanya had taken off her helmet, and the wind blew her gorgeous red hair around her face like a halo, while the sun glinted off her sunglasses. I didn’t know which view was more spectacular.

“Do you trust me?” she crooned softly into my ear.

“Of course I do. Do you think I would ride on the back of just any woman’s bike?” I answered, trying to sound flippant and cool. Tanya led me to the very edge of the cliff. The wind was much stronger here. I could see the river about five hundred feet below us, and the craggy rocks along the river’s edge. My heart began to beat wildly. I couldn’t tell if it was from the height or from the presence of the goddess next to me.

Tanya moved behind me and stood with her chin on my shoulder. For a second I thought she might just push me over the cliff. Instead she instructed me to close my eyes. I took one last look at the rocky shoreline and reluctantly closed them.

“In front of you lies the vast terrain of your life.” Her voice was low and husky. “All your preconceived notions about what women should be, all your past experiences, all your old ideas. Behind you is the great unknown, that which you cannot see but trust exists. Secret desires, experiences out of your control, what could be if you let yourself relax and enjoy it. I want you to decide which path is for you and take it.”

Clearly there was no choice, yet I knew what she was asking. I had to prove my trust. I relaxed my body and fell backward. Tanya was there to catch me. She held me in her strong arms and turned me around to face her. I opened my eyes to see her beautiful, beaming smile. She kissed me as the wind roared around us.

We walked back toward the bike, arm-in-arm. When we reached the bike, Tanya instructed me to lower my pants. She was unzipping the mysterious little pouch. I looked around, but the coast was clear. My cock stirred at the outrageousness of all this. Tanya watched appreciatively as I lowered my jeans, her eyes resting on the tent in my boxers.

“Now, turn around and bend over my bike.” I looked at her, surprised. Dizzy with excitement, I turned toward her motorcycle and bent over the seat. Tanya came up behind me and looped her finger in the waistband of my skivvies. She pulled them quickly and deftly down to my knees. I felt her eyes on my ass. She moaned appreciatively, then I felt the coolness of her leather-clad crotch against my naked ass. Her hands snaked around my body to toy with my fully erect cock. She was appraising my manhood, weighing my package in one hand and running her fingernails over my balls with the other. I had never felt more vulnerable or exposed in my life. It was ecstasy.

Her fingers traced their way back around to my ass. She scratched my asscheeks, spreading them and dipping a long nail in to tease my asshole. God, this woman was amazing! I glanced down at my cock. It was purple with need, pushing painfully but deliciously against the leather seat.

Tanya began rummaging through the black bag. I heard a plastic snap, then a low whirring sound. Her hands came into view again, this time gloved. In one hand she held a thick plastic ring from which the sound was emanating. I realized immediately what it was for, but was unable to prepare myself for the actual sensations that vibrating ring caused when she pulled it onto my cock. My organ pulsed and bobbed with a life of its own.

Oh no, what if I can’t help it and I come? I thought. Then Tanya will be mad! She must have sensed how close I was to orgasm, because her other latex-covered hand dipped down and pressed the base of my cock. The sensation passed and I gasped a sigh of relief.

Tanya’s hands disappeared again, and my cock was left bobbing and vibrating madly against her seat. The vibrating ring was intense enough to keep me right on the edge of orgasm, but not enough to push me over, I realized. Then I heard another whirring sound. Her hands encircled my waist so I could see the source of the second sound. She was holding up a bullet-shaped vibrator wrapped in a condom. I gulped hard when she quickly retrieved a tube of lubricant. That vibrator was going up my ass!

Tanya lubed the condom-covered vibrator for me to see, then her hand disappeared behind me. Next, I felt the hard tip being pressed against my anus as Tanya began to nibble on the back of my neck. The vibrator was wedged into my ass. I felt no pain, only delicious electricity flowing up and down my spine. Again, the desire to come overwhelmed me. Tanya fucked me with her toy using short, rough strokes until finally the vibrator was deep inside me, its flanged base pressed tightly against my cheeks. My body was alive with the buzzing sensations around my cock and in my ass. The only thing that stopped me from coming was the thought of how ridiculous I must look bent over a motorcycle with a vibrator jammed up my ass. I couldn’t allow myself to come in such an ungraceful position.

Tanya stood up and peeled off the latex gloves, depositing them inside the black bag and trading them for a little plastic box resembling a remote control. She moved a lever on the box, then looked at me. The vibrations subsided momentarily, and I caught my breath long enough to realize that the box was controlling both vibrators. This woman literally had me by the balls! She giggled at my reaction, then pulled my shorts up over my erection.

“I’m famished! Let’s go have that dinner you promised me,” she said, pulling my jeans up over my vibrating pelvis. I stared at her incredulously. She adjusted the speed of the vibrations and tucked the control box in her pocket. When she handed me my helmet, I understood she was serious. She started the engine of her Harley, and as I swung my leg over the backseat, the vibration of the engine added a whole new level of enjoyment for me.

Tanya and I pulled into a small roadside diner. I was sure when we walked in that everyone was staring at us because they could hear the whir of my vibrators. We sat at a table by the air conditioner, probably Tanya’s attempt to mask the noise. We had the most adventurous meal of my life. I can’t remember a thing I ate. All I remember is Tanya setting the little box on the table and periodically adjusting it so I would never get used to the same sensation. I had never been kept on the verge of orgasm for so long. I must have been rock-hard for two hours without relief. I was totally mesmerized, and completely at her mercy.

It was dark when we drove home. I was grateful that people couldn’t see the helpless yearning that must’ve been fixed on my face. I desperately hoped this was all an elaborate prelude to sex. I couldn’t imagine not getting any after all that I had endured. My heart leaped into my throat as we turned down the street we both lived on. I had to make a move quick. Tanya backed her motorcycle in between two parked cars.

“Want to come to my apartment for a nightcap?” I asked hopefully, trying not to sound as desperate as I felt.

“I don’t drink,” she said flatly. My heart sank. My mind reeled. “Want to come over to my apartment and get me off?” she asked plainly. I soared again. There was a chance! She took my hand and we walked inside the building. We took the stairs. Midway up, Tanya turned me around and threw me up against the wall. Never had I been treated so roughly, nor enjoyed it so much. She grabbed at my belt and whipped it out of my belt loops in one swift movement.

“I can’t wait anymore,” she announced. “Do you know how hot I am for you?” Tanya reached between her legs and ripped her jumpsuit open, exposing her pussy.

“Now!” she shouted. “Touch me!” My fingers dipped into the hottest, wettest pussy I’ve ever been lucky enough to come across. She ground down against my hand, spreading her legs and giving me complete access. My mouth started watering. I wanted to eat this luscious, juicy pussy. I wanted a chance to give her pleasure, see her go out of control, to finally know what she looks like when she comes. She seemed to have the same idea. She pushed me down by my shoulders and slammed me back against the wall with her lusty pussy. I didn’t have a chance to position myself comfortably or spread her lips with my fingers. She just buried my face in her crotch. I gasped for breath, then began to lick for all I was worth.

Tanya was noisy in her appreciation of my attention. When suddenly I heard a door open and slam shut, I didn’t flinch. Nothing seemed to matter but pleasing Tanya. I sucked on the hard knob of her clit, feeling her body quiver and go rigid again and again. When she came, she did so loudly. Holding my head in her hands, she pushed against my mouth even harder, practically French-kissing me with her clit. But I knew she was not the type to be satisfied so easily.

Tanya bent down and kissed me hungrily, licking her pussy juice off my sticky lips. She pulled me up and fumbled with the buttons on my jeans. My cock sprang free, the vibrating ring still working its magic. Tanya trapped my cock between her legs and rubbed her pussy against the vibrator. The added sensation of her body, her pussy, so close to my cock pushed me right over the edge. I grabbed her and held her tightly in place, afraid she would move before I came. I pumped my cock against her madly, the pressure skyrocketing. Together we gasped and moaned until my cock exploded with a long day’s worth of come.

We adjusted our clothes and made it up the remaining flight of stairs to her apartment. Once inside the door, I took the initiative, throwing her against the door, unzipping her chaps, peeling her torn jumpsuit off her luscious body. Her breasts sprang free, and I beheld the sight of her nipples adorned with silver rings. As I worked my way down her body with my mouth, Tanya wriggled like a snake and moaned, and I had to work to hold her firmly against the wall. When I got to her pussy, I tasted our mingled juices.

It wasn’t long before I was erect again. This time I wanted to call the shots. I pressed my body into hers and held her against the wall with demanding kisses. She responded like a wild animal, devouring my mouth as I entered her. Her pussy was burning hot and slick. Tanya draped one leg around my waist as I stroked into her. Our heights are almost equal, and our bodies molded perfectly together. Tanya arched against the wall, throwing her head back and panting with lust. The slower and deeper I stroked, the louder she became.

After a few minutes I couldn’t wait any longer, but Tanya was ready. She led me to the window and pushed it open. Tanya leaned out the window, looking out onto our street, the wind blowing her hair against my chest. I took her from behind, dipping my raging cock first into her hot, glossy pussy, then pushing hard to press the head of my prick past her asshole and into her tight inner sanctum. I fucked her hard and fast, making her come for me.

I was enchanted by her pussy and ass, exploring her cunt with my finger, feeling my cock inside her through the thin wall there. Tanya bucked with pleasure. It was no big surprise that she’d enjoy having her ass teased. She ground her ass against my cock and came with my finger and cock inside her.

Tanya now pushed me down onto her bed. This time she was on top, riding me, her breasts bouncing with each stroke, her nipple rings gleaming against her skin. We fucked for what seemed like an eternity.

When Tanya sensed I was ready, she pulled a strap-on out of a “toy” box beside her bed, and this time she bent me out the window. She fucked me in the ass, and I truly loved it. She took her time, opening me up with her finger, then slowly working her dildo inside of me. When the head of her “cock” cleared my entrance, I felt a slight but erotic pain as my ass opened up to accept her inside me. I felt very vulnerable and extremely turned on. I rocked back into her strokes and bounced my ass off her pelvis. Tanya started slowly with shallow strokes, then built her momentum as my body welcomed her. I never thought my ass could be such a source of pleasure. I came with the wind in my face, hanging halfway out the window with Tanya buried deep in my ass.

Tanya obviously enjoys wearing the jockstrap in our relationship, and I’m man enough to let her, and I love it. She also is a fair player and lets me have my turn with her beautiful ass. We have dated for several months now, and she has introduced me to a lot of new experiences and broadened my sexual horizons. I can’t say that we will last forever, but for right now there’s nothing I enjoy more than letting Tanya do the driving.