Chapter 3: The Runaway Girl

Anders lived with us for a while; he needed work, and I gave him some shifts with the kids. Of course I was jealous about him and my ‘wife’ Maryam; it was ok though. They were sort of sweet, all in love and all that. When he graduated, he’d earn good money; he was a cheerful sort of guy and a decent worker.

I’m not, and never was, sorry for myself regarding Maryam. I seduced and fucked a smoking hot virgin 16 year old girl; then she moved in with me and I fucked her for another year. What’s a year of teenage pussy worth to an old pervert like me? A lot more than I had to pay to keep her until she could support herself, or choose a suitable man who would.

I loved her, sure I did. Who wouldn’t? I married her, that cost me nothing, not to bind or enslave, but to free her from her nutty dad. I call her my wife sometimes as a sort of joke. To me, she was a girlfriend, a young pussy I managed to get into, a sweet girl who was never going to be mine for long. We were married for legal reasons; in my reality she was my friend, not my wife.

Yeah, after she stopped sleeping with me, it hurt to be around her at first. It was the deal though, I knew this was going to happen from the start. She had nowhere else to go, she was still a kid, I was her guardian until she turned 18. Funny thing though; after a month or two, I sort of got used to our new relationship. I didn’t look forward to the day she’d move out, I was happier with her in the next room, even if she was fucking another man in there. Because I knew she was ok. She was a teenager, she needed to experience things (“things”).

I went away for a couple of weeks, leaving Anders and Maryam in charge. I stopped for gas at a roadside place, and saw a young girl and an older guy climb down from a big semi. She was beautiful despite being shabbily dressed with a knit cap on her head, he looked like shit. I found her eyes and smiled at her, and she nodded slightly in half acknowledgment of my existence.

My perv alarm was ringing; runaway girl and a truck driver. There was a small but non-zero chance of getting her from him, so I parked the bike and followed them into the restaurant. She sat in a booth at the other end of the place facing me. He sat opposite her, with his back to me. They looked at the menu, then said something, then she looked pissed off at him, then she looked at me.

I smiled an invitation, my dick making a little jiggle, because I loved shit like this.

Runaway girls were the treasures guys like me were looking for. Girls that decided to escape whatever restrictions their parents, institutions, boyfriends, or husbands had imposed. Girls that sucked dick or spread their legs to get where they wanted to go. With dangerous looking biker guys like me.

Some were just teasers, they flirted and got a meal and a ride. Those didn’t end well, because eventually they’d encounter a bad man. I don’t claim to be a good man, I’m just a guy who’s only interested in a willing woman. Or girl. Rape or coercion just doesn’t excite me.

On the other hand, women (or girls) who are willing to put out are actually in less danger. That truck driver will feed her for as long as she wants him too if he gets his dick drained. And I’m just the same, if a girl sucks my dick I’ll do whatever she wants me to. And if she can get me to believe she likes doing it with me, she can have my heart for a while.

Anyway, I was in luck; she was arguing with him. Was that because she was genuinely just pissed at him, or because she wanted to shift over to me? I didn’t care. I just gave her my most sincere bad boy provider smile and waited in hope. The best would be if the guy got physical with her, then I could intervene and be a hero.

The girl stood up and walked over to me. She looked down at me with the wildest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Her complexion was slightly sun struck, her face was gorgeous. High cheekbones and a strong jawline, a wide mouth that looked great even when she was frowning.

“Are you having trouble with that guy?” I asked her solicitously.

“I am.” She told me, “I want a steak, a big one, $32.”

“Well have a seat, I’ll buy that for you.” I told her, “Just for the pleasure of watching you eat it.”

I meant it too. Sure, I wanted to fuck her and watch my old dick get sucked into that pretty face; that remained unlikely of course. Yeah, I’d pay $22 to sit with her for a half hour. If there was trouble from the truck driver, that would be a free bonus.

“I’m going to get my pack from his truck, order it well done.” She instructed me.

I liked her; she knew her own worth, and it was a lot more than the price of a steak in a road house. The guy came over, looking like he was ready to fight; I stopped him with a look. No, not anger or aggression. I just grinned at him. I almost laughed; because really, he shouldn’t try. I’m like Eastwood, make my day.

Her knit cap hid her hair. She had a long neck, long elegant fingers with short cut nails. She handled the knife and fork like a girl who had been taught how; she ate the meat in small deliberate pieces, savoring each without any hurry. She had oversized breasts and an undersize ass, the sort of proportions that only occur naturally in teenagers. She was about my height, 5’8”, with long legs.

A rich girl, daddy issues I thought. Yeah, a dirty old biker was her daddy’s worse nightmare. I wondered how far she’d go?

“So what’s your name, girl?” I asked her.

“Dorothy” she told me.

“I’m Chuck. I’d like to know all about you, but I’m not going to ask. I’m heading down to Sturgis; want to come along?”

“That sounds like fun. I assume that’s your hog outside?”

“Sure is.”

“I haven’t been on one of those since it was built.” She remarked.

“That’s a 1968 Electraglide Shovelhead.”

“Yeah, can you get my backpack on there?”

“I can. You want to go all the way?”

“Maybe.” she laughed. “Sturgis, that’s the big biker meetup, right?”

“Yep.”

“You’ll meet up with your gang there?”

“I’m not in a gang, but some of my old club will be there.”

“Is it safe? For me I mean.”

“Yeah, everyone’s cool at Sturgis. Well, mostly.”

She pulled off her cap. She had her hair cut short, pixie style, and it was so pale it was almost white. She put on my spare helmet, climbed on behind, and she held on to me dutifully, pressing those big teenage tits against my back as we rumbled along.

I stopped after a couple of hours to drink water in and let some water out. I half expected her to be gone when I came out of the shitter. There were plenty of rides available for a girl like her.

“So, I have a room reservation at a place 20 miles outside Sturgis, the town is nuts on bike week. That’s still a few hours ride from here.”

“That’s quite forward of you.” She pointed out, “We barely know each other.”

“Yeah well, that could be remedied.” I suggested optimistically, getting back on the bike. “Up to you, you’re welcome to the ride either way.”

She climbed back on without further comment, and a few hours later when I pulled into the motel parking lot, she waited by the bike as I got the key from the desk.

“I want to shower first.” She told me, heading into the bathroom.

First like, before I did, or first like, before we fuck?

When I was done showering, she’d changed into a long green dress that looked odd against her short hair and sneakers.

“I want dinner and then dancing.” she told me, looking out the window at a dive across the road.

At my age, I’m pretty much wiped out after a 6 hour ride. Still, I couldn’t say no. The food was spicey and hot, so was the dancing. The place was full of bikers, some were couples and some single guys. Dorothy flirted with a few of them, and they were all younger and better looking than me. We danced, which was a lot of fun. I was a little bit afraid of her; she was too young, too sexy for me.

We got back to the room after midnight.

“I could unroll my bag and sleep on the floor there.” She said.

“Yeah, or you could take off the dress and sleep with me in the bed here.” I countered.

She peeled off the dress, revealing some surprisingly hot lingerie. She looked into my eyes, gave me a sexy smile, and then unrolled her sleeping bag onto the floor and got into it.

I got into the bed and turned off the light in defeat. We talked in the dark until late; she kept asking pointed questions, and somehow I did most of the talking, telling her everything about me while learning nothing about her.

At around 3AM, she got into the bed, pulled the cover back, and without comment went down on me.

Yeah, that was good. I stroked her short soft hair affectionately as she cradled my balls and slid her face back and forth with a well practiced motion. She’d probably want 50, maybe 100 dollars. I didn’t mind, she was great. Really pretty too. I switched on the light so I could watch; she looked into my eyes.

She stopped for a moment, smiling up at me as if she actually liked sucking off dirty old men. “Your balls are really heavy.” She noted, “Do you have a big load for me mister?”

“I think so, it’s been a while. Why, do you want a big load?”

“Yeah, I do.” she said before sucking again for a few exquisite seconds, “I need it.”

“How about a kiss?” I asked.

She looked at my face, then my cock, then my face again. “Yeah, ok.” she agreed, and slid up over me, her big tits sliding on my chest through her lacy bra.

I kissed her mouth tenderly, sensually, softly for a long minute, as she kept a hand wrapped tightly around my hard penis.

“Mmm, you like this.” She observed, squeezing my throbbing rod.

“Yeah, a blowjob will make me come, a kiss will turn me on.”

We kissed for a couple of minutes, my fingers tracing up and down her smooth ivory body, her round ass, her young face. I wondered how old she was? Her face and ass looked 14, her tits and long legs 18. Sometimes she spoke like a kid, other times like a tired old woman. She was enigmatic; and a damn kisser. And cock sucker.

“Ok, that was nice.” She declared, sinking back down to my crotch to continue the blowjob.

She had an odd accent, slightly sharp on some words. Like a second language English speaker who was really good at it, just not quite perfect.

I stared into her pretty face. I hoped she’d let me return the favor, she probably had a pussy as sweet as Maryam. Almost, maybe.

Yeah, I couldn’t help but think of my African girl, probably on her back at my house with that smooth young Swiss bastard between her dark thighs. I forced my attention back to the nympho runaway blond. She was trouble for sure, and I accepted that because a blowjob by a blond blue eyed teenager was worth whatever price it cost.

“I’m going to pop.” I warned her, staring into her crazy eyes, her white blond hair squeezing out between my fingers.

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” she agreed, sucking and stroking.