The Princess and the Hog


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Gang Bang, .

Desc: Sex Story: Oh my! Those tight leather pants.

I met Rob when I was sitting at the Sonic drive-in eating a burger and fries with my girlfriend Tanya. There was a loud roar and two Harleys pulled into the parking space next to us. Tanya looked over at them and said:

"Oooh baby, I'd go for a ride with him any time."

That didn't surprise me because Tanya always has been a bit of a slut. "Which one" I asked.

"The one with the brush cut."

I took a close look at the guy and said, "He is kind of cute."

"If I can get him to take me for a ride will you drive my car home for me?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Because it is going to be me on the back of that bike" I said as I opened my door and got out of her Taurus.

I walked over to the two guys on the bikes and stuck my hand out to the one with the brush cut and said:

"Hi. I'm Tiffany and I want you to take me for a ride on your bike."

He took my hand and carried it up to his lips and kissed it and then he said:

"It isn't a bike princess. It is a Harley, a hog, a ride, a sled, but never, ever a bike."

"Whatever. Do I get a ride?"

"Can I have my foot long with chili first?"

"What the fuck Rob" the other guy said, "Are you fucking nuts? You got something that nice wanting to go for a ride and you want to eat a stinking hot dog first?"

So the guy with the brush cut who I now knew was Rob looked me up and down and then said:

"Okay princess; climb on."

He showed me where to put my feet, told me to put my arms around him and to hold on tight. We roared off and hadn't gone a mile before the vibrations had my pussy tingling. We hit the Interstate and Rob opened the bike up and we went tearing down the highway with my hair whipping in the wind. We were gone about a half an hour and when we got back to the Sonic both Tanya and Rob's buddy were gone.

"It looks like I lost my ride home" I said. "If you will take me home I've got hot dogs in the fridge and I think I can find some chili for them."

"With cheese and onion?"

"Yeah, I've got those too."

"Give me directions" he said and I did and he told me to hold on and we roared off.

He polished off four chili dogs while I sat across the table from him and nursed a Diet Coke. When he was done he asked:

"Do you do this often?"

"Do what?"

"Come on to strangers and then invite them home with you?"

"Nope. You are the first."

"Why me?"

"I was being a bitch."

"Do I get an explanation?"

I told him about Tanya asking me to drive her car home. "She's my best friend and I love her to death, but even best friends can piss you off sometimes and I owed her one. When she said she was going to ask you to take her for a ride I decided to beat her to it."

"You say she is a bit of a slut so why do you hang with her?"

"Because I'm a bit of a slut too. Not as big a slut as she is, but still a bit of a slut."

"There is a difference? I always thought that a slut was a slut was a slut if you know what I mean."

"Not hardly. There are different levels of slut. Take Tanya for instance. If she had gone for the ride on your bike ... excuse me, your hog ... you would be riding her right now. With me nothing happens until the third date and even then I have to at least like the guy."

"So tell me, does tonight count as a date?

"Yeah. I guess it does."

"So what time tomorrow should I pick you up for our second date?"

"What makes you think there is going to be a second date?"

"Don't know until I ask so I asked."

"Make it around six. That will give me time to get home from work and shower."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I heard him roar up at six on the dot and I hurried out to meet him and was surprised to see that he had his buddy with him and even more surprised to see Tanya sitting behind him. As I swung my leg over Rob's bike ... excuse me, I mean hog ... he turned and smiled at me and whispered:

"You called it. We weren't out of sight and she asked Kenny for a ride. A ten minute ride and she took him home with her."

We motored on out to Hazard's Cove which is a country/western bar on Steven's Lake and sipped long-necks and two-stepped until eleven when Rob said he needed to go home and get some sleep before going into work in the morning. We left Tanya and Kenny at the bar and he took me home.

We sat in front of my place and necked for a while and then he said:

"Third date tomorrow?" he asked as I got off the bike. Damn it — I mean the hog. I looked at him for a bit so it looked like I was trying to make up my mind and then I said:

"Sure. Why not. Make it around six again."

The next night he took me to a dinner and a movie and when he got me home we did some really hot necking and then I said:

"Well, it is the third date and I do kind of like you so would you like to come in?"

He pulled me to him, kissed me and then said, "Nothing I would like better princess, but I think this could go somewhere so let's not rush things."

He kissed me again, said he would call me and then he roared off. It was two weeks and five more dates before I was able to get him into my bedroom and three months later we were married in a civil ceremony with Tanya and Kenny as witnesses.

But this story is not about Rob and me, at least not directly. The story is about Rob's Harley or rather what happened because of his Harley.

I lived in the city and I didn't have a car. I didn't need one. The bus stop was on the corner and I could catch the bus that would let me off one block from work. The Andover Mall was two blocks away and it had a Safeway and there was a Wal-Mart Super Center three blocks away in the other direction. There were a dozen restaurants and other stores in the area and all of them were in walking distance.

Rob didn't have a car either. All he had for transportation was his Harley, but that is all we really needed. Most of our outside activities were with his biker buddies and we usually spent our weekends riding all over the state. And then I got pregnant and Rob decided that we needed a car since he couldn't picture me eight months pregnant roaring around on the Harley. But the only way we could afford a car was to sell the Harley.

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