In her dream, she is naked. She is all alone, naked except for her high-heeled shoes. She’s standing at a gas station in the middle of the desert. The midday sun is high in the sky, and the air is burning hot.
Once again, Frank Noir has unleashed his filthy fantasies on the world – all told in the inimitable brutal, yet sensual style that his fans know and love.
Taking his bicycle for a ride in the country, our narrator encounters an unusually seductive young girl. And as he watches her shamelessly displaying her sexual urges, their bike ride gradually turns into a savagely heated encounter.
”Miss!” Jenna jumped at the sound of a deep voice. She opened her eyes and saw the conductor standing a few feet away: A tall, black man dressed in a gray uniform. Startled, it took her a while to realize that she had her fingers down her jeans. ”I…” she stuttered, pulling her fingers from her cunt and wiping the wetness off on her jeans. ”I’m terribly sorry. I…” ”No,” the conductor said. ”Don’t stop.”
I felt his gloved hand on my thigh. His finger brushed across my panties, then I felt the gloved fingertip pushing them aside. I froze, as he ran his finger across my bush.
“No,” I said.
Next, the gloved fingertip touched my labia. I felt the leather poking the mouth of my pussy, and I bit my lip.
Why didn’t I scream or push him away? I could pretend I was frightened. But in reality I wanted him to go on. Wanted his gloved hand to explore my flesh. As soon as I smelled the leather, I was helpless. And now I felt myself getting wet.