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Lovely Ladies Thread (Real photos rather than AI please)
- Thread starter Gibbs505
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let's get on theat bad motor scooter and ride!!!
Tree
Tree
and even He.................. is pleased
Fantasmo
Senator
...to protect from burning the legs on the exhaust
...This guy cares about his woman. The pipes have an insulated wrap around them so she can't burn her ankles before he crucifies her......to protect from burning the legs on the exhaust
T
...Yes, Ulrika, love conquers all!!!!
ADMI!!!
Tell her to get two...
T
Selfish bastard...
Tell her to get two...
T
Selfish bastard...
thought you want that seagram stuff
dear ulrike give him somewhat otherwise he will loosing his self-assurance and then will his poor glamourgirls got the wrong nails
LittleSiss
Sorceress
And feeling of the open road ahead!
Fantasmo
Senator
...and the wind on the bare breasts...And feeling of the open road ahead!
LittleSiss
Sorceress
And the hum of the hog betwixt!...and the wind on the bare breasts...
just let it go, tree...
shevak2006
Governor
"Oh shit!" She swore at herself as she saw the flashing lights of a patrol car in her rear-view mirror. Who knew she'd be flagged down by a patrol cop on this dusty county road in the middle of nowhere. She looked down at her speedometer. She was doing nearly 85 mph -- not that fast for out in the desert. But she was a girl who loved to get something hot and throbbing between her legs, so she was pushing her bike as fast as she dared!
She pulled off the road, put down her kickstand, and waited. The police cruiser pulled off the road about twenty feet behind her. She could see the cop at the wheel. Engine running and his AC on. He was using his radio. No doubt running her tags and checking for any oustanding warrants. But she knew everything was in order, and she had her insurance card. How much of a problem could this be? It was still mid-morning but starting to get hot. She was beginning to sweat. She unbuttoned her leather jacket to cool off. Damn! Why was he taking so fucking long!
After what seemed like way too many minutes, the officer opened his door and walked towards her. One hand was by his holster, the other was holding what she assumed was his ticket book. "Fuck!" She muttered to herself for blowing the last of her cash in Vegas. Sometimes you got to pay off these local cops in cash -- or spend the night in jail! "Guess I'll just have to use my feminine charms on him," she thought with a slightly wicked smile.
"Sorry officer, I didn't know I was riding so fast!" She took off her helmet as he stopped about six feet in front of her, tossing her head to let her long, luxurious hair fall over her shoulders. She gave him her best sulty bitch look. She swung one long leg over to the top of her bike and sat on the seat facing him, her legs slightly spread apart. Her tattered cut-off shorts left little to the imagination.
"Miss, are you aware how fast you were going." He was being very professional.
"No officer," she cooed, stretching out her long legs and spreading her slender, toned thighs a bit more.
"We have serious penalties in this town for speeders, miss. Very serious indeed. And I see you're from out of state, too. Clearly, you are unaware of our laws." He was staying all business.
She was a bit unnerved by his severe demeanor. "OK, girl," she thought to herself. "Time to bring out the heavy artillery."
"Perhaps we can work something out, officer?" She used her best, breathy voice. With the fingertips of one hand she traced a line between her breasts. She then pulled her jacket open to reveal ample breasts that bubbled out the top of her bra. Because of his shades she couldn't tell exactly where he was looking. "He may be hardass cop, but he's still just a guy," she thought. "I know where this prick is looking!"
She slipped off the jacket and draped it over her bike's handlebars. She sat straight up and thrust her chest forward. She was wearing a lace-trimmed animal print bra that lovingly cupped her full breasts.
"Miss, are you trying to bribe an officer of the law?" The patrolman gave her a stern look.
"Bribe you?" She faked a hurt look of shock and disbelief. "Officer, I'm only trying to pay my debt for my speeding violation." She used her little-girl voice that so often worked well when she tried to have her way with a man. "I don't have any money on me, but perhaps, if you look close, you'd see something of value I can offer you?" He didn't respond.
She raised her hands and opened the snap in the front of her bra. Her breasts popped out of the flimsy garment. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and her bra fell to the ground. She sat up straight again, giving him a good look at her perfect pair of 34C's. "Tits don't fail me now," she thought to herself. Her boobs shimmered slightly with a sheen of sweat that by now coverd her chest. It was getting hotter, and she felt beads of perspiration running down the sides of her head. She twisted slightly so her boobs would bobble a bit on her chest, the pointy nipples slowly moving back and forth. But the cop just continued to stare at her. A bulge was beginning to swell the front of his trousers. Yet he said nothing, and didn't move.
"What's wrong with this prick," she thought. "Well, guess I know what he's after -- a lot more than just a look. Oh well, guess I'll have to fuck my way out of this! Or maybe he'll settle for a blow job!"
She stood up and peeled off her shorts, revealing a bikini bottom that matched her bra. Her slender thighs had that betwitching open traingular space between them at the level of her crotch. She knew her camel-toe was showing...that usually drove the guys wild. But the cop showed no reaction. "Damn," she thought, "this fucker is beginning to irritate me. Let's just get this shit over with!"
She pulled down her panties, stepped out of them, and stood before him completely nude, except for her shoes. She slowly turned around, arms raised and behind her head, giving the cop a complete 360 of her curvy, slender body. She finshed her turn gracefully with one leg crossed slightly in front of the other, her breasts gently swaying as they stopped moving. She was breathing deeply, feeling just a bit of apprehension for some reason.
The cop spoke again. "Miss," he said sternly, "I'll ask you again, are you trying to bribe me?"
"Ah, this prick is playing with me," she thought. "OK, asshole," she continued thinking to herself, "let's get this over with!"
She backed up to her bike and sat down on the seat, leaning back against the jacket over the handlebars. She spread her legs, raising one and stretching the other down. She was giving him a full, unobstructed view of her pussy. Her new Brazilian wax job was still smooth, with only a narrow landing strip of trimmed pubic hair pointing towards her sex. "You want to climb on," she said seductively, "and take me for a ride?" She stuck a finger in her mouth, wetted it, and slid it between her pussy lips, opening them to him.
Then she heard other vehicles approaching. The cop looked over his shoulder. "Oh shit," she thought, "how many guys am I going to have to fuck now?!!!"
Another cop car and a pickup truck pulled off the side of the road. Two more cops got out of the squad car. Another got out of the pickup. The pickup driver was carrying a canvass bag that seemed to hold heavy materials.
For the first time she was scared, and getting more frightened by the moment. She knew she was not in charge of this situation -- probably never was -- and did not understand what was happening. Too many men, way too many men! She quickly brought her legs together, sat up on the bike seat, and crossed her arms over her breasts. Suddenly very embarrased, she bent over, trying to keep herself covered, to gather up her clothes.
"Stop," shouted the cop. "Leave your clothes where they are." She dropped them and returned to her bike seat, still trying to cover herself the best she could.
"Miss," said the cop, "I don't think you appreciate the severity of your offense." He sounded very severe. "Stand up," he ordered. "Turn around and place your hands behind your back."
She hesitated, her eyes opened wide in disbelief. "Do it now, cunt!" he shouted at her, his spittle flying through the air.
She jumped up and did as he demanded. "Am I being arrested?" she asked, now genuinely terrified and shaking. Sweat was pouring off her body. She was naked, out in the back of nowhere, and about to be handcuffed. She was surrounded by cops, for crying out loud! She shouldn't be in any danger!
She felt the cuffs snap around her wrists. She winced; they were very tight. The cop quickly spun her around, her breasts bouncing and swaying as she caught her balance.
"There's been lots of people killed on this stretch of road," he went on to calmly explain. "You were riding way too fast on some pretty dangerous curves, wouldn't you say?" His tight-lipped mouth twitched slightly. "You could have been killed had that bike of yours slid out of control. And that would have been a tragedy, wouldn't it?"
"I, I, I know officer," she said, with a very frightended voice now. "I am so sorry I didn't take this stop seriously. I admit I was -w-w-wrong!" She was struggling for words, terrified out of her wits. She felt a sudden urge to pee, and clenched her thighs tight together.
The cop spoke again, slowly and calmly. "We take our speeding laws very seriously here, miss. We don't like strangers thinking they can just speed through our town for the hell of it. It's a danger to our citizens. I'm sure you saw the speed limit posted, didn't you?"
"I, I did," she admitted. "Look, I know I was speeeding, and breaking your law, but it was only speeding! The road is open here, no town around. I didn't do anything bad!" She was sobbing out of control now, her chest heaving. Huge tears ran down her cheeks, dropping to her breasts.
"I know it's dangerous to speed." Her whole body trembled as she spoke. She was desperately trying to agree with the cop to get on his good side. "I know you take your laws seriously. I should have too, for my own safety. And for others! I realize I could have hurt someone if I had an accident. Can't you just give me a ticket and let me go? Or you can fuck me, all of you, please, I won't resist! I'm really a great fuck!" She was desperate to say anything right at this point. But what?
Then she remembered something she saw on the road and spoke up. "I saw the memorial about a mile back, on that last curve. I suppose some people died there, didn't they? I know I should have slowed down then! I was reckless and stupid! I'm so sorry!"
"What 'memorial' miss?" asked the officer, with a puzzled look on is face.
"The wooden crosses set up by that curve. Didn't your town set those up as a memorial to some traffic accident victims?"
The cops just looked at each other, grinning broadly. "No, miss. That ain't no memorial." Now they were laughing.
The cop holding the canvass bag let it drop to the ground. It made a dull thud as it landed on the desert sand. He strode over and grabbed her motorcycle by the handlebars and walked it back to his pickup. "Looks like I got me a new bike," he said proudly. He lowered a ramp and pushed her bike onto the bed of his truck. He started up his truck and drove down the road, in the direction of the crosses.
Another of the cops was picking up her scattered clothing and stuffing it into another bag. It was suddenly, sickenly obvious she wasn't getting her clothes back. This was bad, very bad!!!
She was completely unnerved now. She was trying to put things together in her head but they made no sense at all. Her eyes happened to glance down to the bag on the ground. It was open. On the inside she could make out the dull grey appearance of what looked like....nails!!!! Big, fucking square cut nails!!! And a heavy hammer!!!
Her legs went rubbery and she began to drop. She fell to her knees. Two of the cops grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up straight. She suddenly knew what was going to happen to her! But this doesn't happen any more!!! It can't!! It's barbaric! She felt dizzy, and fainted for a moment. She came to as her bladder suddenly emptied. She felt a stream of hot piss splash down between her legs. Then her stomach turned over. Her head pitched forward and she vomited up her last meal.
"Let's go, girlie," said one of the cops holding her arms. "It's only a mile walk back to the crosses. Kick off those shoes first. It'll be a good stretch of the legs for you! And we'll all have some fun before we make you pay for breaking our laws!" He laughed.
She lurched forward, dragged along by the cops. The sun was now very hot, and beating down on her naked skin. She was sweating profusely and was desperately thirsty. The hot sand was burning the soles of her feet. Sharp pebbles were cutting into her flesh. It hurt like hell. She was numb with terror.
The walk gave her time to think about what was soon going to happen to her. Was it really going to happen? "I wonder," she thought mournfully, "what's it going to feel like?"
LittleSiss
Sorceress
It will hurt !
Naraku
Draconarius
In Florida, you don't even need to wear a helmet. But I'm pretty sure they'll pull you over if you go riding with nothing but your boots on. Well, maybe not in Daytona during Bike Week, but anywhere else...
I'm not a bike guy, dose anyone know what her ride is? It looks like someone put a big Honda engine on a Schwinn.