Katy needed evening and weekend work since she was at college during the day; the obvious employer was the local public house. They were always hiring young talent to man the pumps and keep the old boys happy and in check. This is where she would meet Stan.
Entering 'The suck and swallow', she met with a middle-aged woman who went by the name of Stephanie. Stephanie was a middle-aged woman with a sharp, calculating gaze that could pierce through the toughest of exteriors. She was known around town not just as a landlord, but as someone who operated in the murky waters between legality and exploitation. To the locals, she was more like a pimp than a landlord, a woman who thrived on the desperation of others.
Anyway, for now, back to Stan. Like most men, especially the older men, he wanted from the first moment he saw it, and of course, every time after, to penetrate Katy's phat arse.
Every day, Stan would watch Katy from across the bar as she worked through endless college textbooks, her pen dancing across the notepads with effortless grace. He admired her hungrily, but never once approached her. Yet, his groin ached with a longing he hadn't had in years.
"Well, that's me." Stan finished his first and only pint. Katy looked a little confused, as he usually would stumble a little as he exited with a wave and jolly goodbye.
"Only one tonight?" Katy enquired.
"Yep, out on the motorbike tomorrow. If you're free, maybe you'd like to join me?" Stan said, ever the flirt.
"I've got the early shift…"
"You may as well. Your services aren't required tomorrow, we've a new starter. Chloe, meet Katy," Steph interrupted, as Chloe's enormous breasts came into view, making every eye pop, including Katy's.
"So, you're free tomorrow after all?" Stan enquired.
"It would seem so, yes. I'd love to ride your motorbike." Katy purred a little, but Stan wasn't sure whether this was a sexy purr or motorbike sound effects, either way, he'd have some time alone with Katy.
Bright and early, Katy was standing outside her house waiting for the unmistakable noise of a motorbike coming up the lane. She didn't have to wait long.
"Are you ready for a ride?" Stan grinned. Katy eagerly pushed past whilst Stan eyed her ass hungrily in her skin-tight jeans.
"Ok, I'm ready." Katy bounced excitedly. She wore a leather jacket, skinny jeans, boots, and a helmet, which swayed awkwardly as she bounced. Stan chuckled.
"Ok, ok. Calm." He pulled his own helmet over his head and got on the bike, giving the leather seat just behind him a pat. Katy practically jumped on, an impressive feat for a girl of 5'4".
They rode all morning without incident until a lorry, whose driver clearly wasn't paying attention, veered over the double solid white lines. Stan was quick with his thinking and reactions, moving over just enough for their leathers to skim the side of the truck, leaving a clean stripe from front to rear.
Katy hadn't initially intended to seduce suck Stan, but since their near miss with that lorry, she'd imagined that thanking him for saving their lives by gagging down his cock, then his cum, should be the norm every time after. Katy enjoyed the rush as they accelerated hard out of hairpin bends. Stan had already fantasised about his balls emptying down Kay's throat.
Now, they were sitting beside his Kawasaki at some local dogging spot or other.
"I think maybe a thank you is in order for saving our lives back there," Katy joked with her tongue in her cheek.
"This is a well-known dogging spot. If you're going to be down on all fours, at least remove your jeans to give some lucky someone easy access, whilst you say thank you," he joked back nervously.
"Maybe I'll give that stranger easy access to fuck me," Katy said as she kicked off her boots, then peeled off her jeans. Stan admired her in her leather jacket and scarlet panties. Katy gave a face like her clit had just rubbed itself. Jumping on the front of the motorbike, Stan quickly removed his jeans before clambering on behind, assuming rightly that easy access was actually meant for him.
Katy leant down to hug the full gas tank whilst arching her back so her gusset, all dark with her juice. Stan admired and savoured; he resisted the temptation to reveal this glorious bounty for a moment. Pulling the wet panty material aside, tiny strings of cum stretched and broke. He now admired her moist, large labia, meaty cunt lips and looked upon her dark arsehole compared to her milky, phat cheeks. Whilst he didn't need to spread those cheeks to gain better access, he did, however, place a hand on either before having a taste of that delicious arsehole.
Katy moaned before giving a half smile in realisation that Stan was indeed, as she suspected, an ass-man.
Katy now leaned forward, holding onto the handlebars as Stan slipped himself into her pussy. From here, Katy took the lead and, using the bars for balance, bounced herself onto Stan's solid pole. Reaching around, Stan unzipped the leather jacket to find Katy bare underneath. He thanked God loudly and gave both her titties a good, hard squeeze, pulling her back harder and deeper on his cock.
Feeling that Stan deserved a little something for going extra fast today, and maybe eating her asshole too, she pulled fully forward so his cock slipped from her pussy. She gripped it quickly so as not to interrupt his flow and guided him into her arsehole, which he popped into easily. Stan continued to fuck her, even increasing his depth and pace with a few loud grunts of approval. Katy would usually finger her clit, but found that with her legs spread over the leather seat, she could alternate between the flat of the middle and the ridge towards the front using her body weight instead. The seat was now wet and getting wetter by the second.
As Stan came deep in Katy's ass, pulling her hair, he slapped her right cheek three times, hard, leaving overlapping handprints. At the last slap, Katy arched her back, squeezing her nipples. She also came hard and loud too, squirting all over the motorbike like some ship christening. It was then that they both noticed the old boy walking his equally aged German Shepherd. Katy gave him the finger to come closer, but he threw his hand down towards them with the attitude that he couldn't compete with the young-un and wasn't going to try. Little did they know he'd used his smartphone to record everything.
"Are you ready for a ride? Slut." Stan grinned. Katy brushed her hand over his crotch as she pushed past. Stan slapped her ass.
