Pigtails, and Those That Pull On Them

Chopper by Daniel Levy bdsm“Thank Jesus, I didn’t fall off the bed,” Susan said with a giggle.

“I bet,” Grace agreed, brushing back her hair.

“It was so small. Those hotel rooms leave no room for Marty and me to share a bed. They don’t even leave a place for me to kneel and pray around it.”

Brown eyes widened slightly at this but did not roll. Grace liked Susan mostly for the entertainment value.

“Marty and I are going to a retreat at St. Cecilia’s of the Kicking Horse in two weeks. Those retreat rooms are so perfect in their size…”

Grace zoned out as the breeze caught her brunette hair. Her mind slipped back to her last hotel visit when she had left town, heading east, into Calgary. It had begun as a simple visit to attend a local BDSM munch, but turned into much more when she invited the brute, that was Boris, back to her hotel to show off her new crop.

That had been her only intent, to show the new riding crop that she had used only once so far.

Boris had been respectful and not pushing for more until he jokingly tugged at her braided pigtails.

Not normally how Grace wore her hair, but for this munch she had done it special. It was not long before she was on her knees with Boris’ erection in her mouth while he pulled a pigtail each direction.

“But God works in mysterious ways,” Susan said and sipped her red wine.

Snapping back, Grace was left with a hint memory of the taste of cum on her lips. “So they say.” A gulp of her wine helped her stop worrying about whether that was the correct response or not.

“Oh, did you see the Jacob’s new motorcycle?”

“No, don’t think I have.”

“It’s one of those Hogs. Those Harley Davidsons that those evil Hell’s Angels ride. I think Michael Jacobs is a member.”

“Come on, Susan. He’s not…”

“The devil works through those machines; I tell you…”

After the blowjob, Grace had gone for a ride on Boris’ motorbike, a big Harley. He took them along Memorial Drive and into a quiet section of downtown. They turned into¬†an alleyway just off of 17th Avenue where he killed the ignition.

The bike was big enough that Grace was able to lay back on it with her skirt lifted…or was it that Grace was small enough? The machine barely moved as Boris’ tongue played between her legs. It did, however, move when his hips thrust into hers and pushed that erection inside. Boris was pulling her pigtails downward as he laid waste to her on the hog.

Grace laid back on the bike looking up at the moon as her orgasm revved through her.

“I’ve never done such a thing, riding with a strange man.” Susan sipped again.

“Isn’t every man strange until you fuck him?”

“Until you…what?” Susan grabbed at the gold cross dangling around her neck for safety.

Grace smiled her most playful smile.

Shock gave way to a grin on Susan’s face. “You dirty girl, you.”

“I know, if only Tom knew.” This time, Grace’s eyes did roll as it was the first lie of the day. Tom, her husband, did know about Boris and had encouraged her adventure. Tom had even suggested the pigtails.

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