Hyena Biker Girl (dickgirl on human male)

>your crappy car breaks down on the side of the highway
>you're probably going to have to call a tow truck or something
>suddenly you hear the roaring of a motorbike
>in a cloud of dust you see a leather-clad amazon roll up on a hog almost as impressive as she is
>she's got a cheeky grin on her pretty dark muzzle
>she suddenly reaches into one of her bike's pouches, then quickly chucks you a helmet
>you feel you should probably say something, like asking which gas station she's taking you to
>but you feel yourself shrink beneath the strength of her gaze
>though she's not making any overt dominating gestures, you still can't help but feel submissive
>you're about to climb behind her
>she rolls her eyes and grabs your shirt, nearly lifting you off the ground as she hauls into her lap
>you feel her shuffle her hips
>grinding a little closer until she's right up against your back
>the engine roars to life and the two of you are off
>the vibrations are strangely comforting
>as are the strong arms surrounding you
>even without the helmet you'd feel perfectly safe
>she pulls off the highway for what must be some kind of shortcut
>the dirt road forces her to slow down
>the roar of the engine dims
>suddenly you can hear her deep breathing behind you
>and the beating of your own heart in your chest
>one of her confident hand slips form the handlebars and starts to work it's way down your chest
>you hear a deep grumbling sound of approval
>you're about to look back and say something, some kind of protest
>before you can utter a word she leans in closer, her head nestled into your neck
>a subtle but undeniably dominating gesture
>her paw is soon cupping the erection in your pants that you hadn't realized was forming

>“That's a good girl...” she whispers, her voice deep and husky
>once again, you're shocked into silence
>you're obviously not a girl but... next to her you don't feel like much of a man
>as if to confirm that thought, you suddenly feel a bulge rising against your back
>she grinds her hips against you again, and you can hear more than see the grin forming on her panting muzzle
>her paw has worked your pants open, fishing out your erection
>her rough paw pads feel heavenly on your sensitive cock
>she beats you off faster, occasionally licking your neck, or your ears
>you make out little growling whispers
>about how much of a little slut you are
>you feel you're about to blow at any moment
>she senses it and suddenly stops
>you whimper as she pulls that oh-so skillful paw away
>she stops the bike and parks it near a tree by the side of the little dirt road
>with the far-reaching green fields around you, the spot could almost be considered romantic
>if it weren't for the impromptu, brutish manner that your lover had brought you here
>you'd almost say you were being kidnapped, if you weren't so eager
>she chucks you onto the grass in the shade of the tree
>then slowly unbuckles her pants
>she frees her slick, black erection
>it easily dwarfs your own
>she carefully climbs onto you, poking at your stiff shaft with her own
>she giggles in her growling voice at the sounds you make
>she sniffs at you deeply
>“mmmm... I wish I'd brought the leash and collar, then I could have given you a really good ride. Little pet.”
>that mental image is nearly enough to set you off, grovelling at her feet like a good little love slave
>your leash held in her strong confident paws
>having her generously let you be her cock-cleaner

>you shoot out a gush of precum that dribbles onto both of your cocks
>her rough paw grips both shafts and starts grinding them together
>she nips at your neck as she speeds up
>the feel of her hot flesh against your own is electric
>but you want more
>you want her to call you her bitch
>you wand her to take you, here and now
>with a loud growl she finally cums, gripping you extra hard so you're climax follows her own
>the rush of hyena semen overwhelms your own pitiful squirt
>you gasp in shock as she's shot strongly enough to splatter your chin and your lips with her musky seed
>you lick your lips without thinking, as the haze of afterglow takes your mind
>while recovering in the grass with your fuzzy amazon at your side, you mumble, asking her why
> “Why I won't rape you?” she asks with a chuckle
>you slowly nod
> “I'm too big for you small-fry. Don't want to damage the goods.” she says, slapping your ass for emphasis
>you blush and grumble a bit to yourself, thoroughly embarrassed
> “But...” she says, pausing with her finger on her lips
> “I do have a sister. She's not as big as me, but she's got plenty of spunk.” she adds, with a wink
> “She could... loosen you up a bit. Then when you've had enough practice, we can... try and have a go at it...”
>you're back to blushing now
>this is ridiculous, why would you want this?
>why does all this crazy stuff have to be so enticing
>so desirable...
>you subconsciously lick your lips again, once more tasting that virile hyena musk of hers
>without thinking any more of it, you nod your head, and tell her you'd like that