<strong>Tagged:</strong>Alex<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rusty Mullet<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wiggy’s hands worked on Alex’s cock like a delicate instrument, gently squeezing and tugging as she played her fingers across its warm rubbery surface. As the meat hardened beneath her ministrations, she showered it with a series of tender kisses, all while gently rolling his balls within her other hand. She would be rewarded for these efforts as the cock responded by pumping to life, its head rising like the barrel of a small cannon. This continued until Wiggy was finally satisfied that it had reached its peak with a smile creeping across her lips as she watched the member throb hotly with Alex’s blood. With an approving look, the technician then released his crotch as she began to slip from her team jumpsuit. She wasted no time in kicking off her shoes and wiggling free from the tight outfit, with her movements only made awkward by her struggle to remain discreet and below the bar’s counter.<br/><br/>With her clothing soon clumped beneath her feet, a single-minded Lancaster fell back to her knees as she once again took the cock within her hands. This time Wiggy glanced up as she leaned deliberately forward, intent on seeing Alex’s reaction when she finally pressed her tongue against the base of his member. With some relief, the technician noted the clean tasteless surface, as she gave it a long sensuous lick up the shaft. She eventually closed her eyes again in bliss as she reached the top, allowing her tongue to wetly circle the bulbous tip before pressing down hard on its slit. A lustful moan escaped her lips as she revelled in the feel of the slick mushroom-like head before suddenly plunging her lips over its entire surface. With her tongue still licking around all the flesh it could touch, Wiggy began to descend her mouth over the cock. Her movements started gradually at first but as she heard Alex slam the counter above, she steadily increased the pace.<br/><br/>Spurred on by his grunts, Wiggy eagerly lapped and slurped over the thick member, with the lewd sounds causing only a slight blush to touch her cheeks. Having had some practice in the past, she easily gulped down the entire length, as she began to bob her head greedily over the succulent member. Meanwhile, her fingers once again began to fondle Alex’s balls as she practically tried to suck the cum right out of them. The lustful techie was left sorely disappointed however as she felt Alex suddenly withdraw, only for her feelings to shift to confusion as he bent over and easily scooped her up. “Wait, Alex, what are yo-“ She was cut-off as she felt her rear roughly deposited onto the somewhat sticky counter with the sounds of crashing glass following Alex’s attempt to make room for her.<br/><br/>Wiggy instantly tried to cover herself as she opened her mouth to yell over the audacious act, only the words never came. She could tell there was no arguing the moment she saw that predatory look in his eyes, causing her own to grow wide with a mix of fear and realization. Her first thought was to escape but as she shifted her weight to jump away, the possessed racer pounced. Wiggy fell backwards with a squeal as she felt his weight upon her, unable to offer much resistance aside from a surprised gasp as he bit passionately into her neck. She squirmed half-heartedly beneath his touch, her thoughts torn between struggling free and enjoying the erotic massage performed by his wandering fingers over her waist's bare skin.<br/><br/>When Grey yanked her head back by her hair, Wiggy could only watch helplessly as her glasses slipped from her eyes and clinked against the floor. Her world instantly grew smaller as everything past Alex and her small area of the counter became a blur. She couldn’t even see the bartenders anymore until one sheepishly stepped forward to fulfil the biker’s demand for drink. She greeted the young man with a shy blush as she wondered what could be running through his mind. Her thoughts swiftly focused back on Alex however as he leaned close to her ear to offer a chilling promise, one which left her shivering with a combination of delight and apprehension.<br/><br/>As he yanked her head back forward, the tugging of her hair caused Wiggy to wince. “Please, Alex, we're going too far,” she pleaded, her message only made insincere by the lack of any struggling as she watched him uncork the beverage before pouring a bit of the cold liquid into her navel. When he moved to rain light kisses across her skin, a hand instinctively reached out to play through the locks of his lavender hair; encouraging his movements as she closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and savoured each gentle peck. Once he finally reached her navel and began to eagerly sample the drink, the technician awarded his bold tongue with a series of delightful quivers as well as an approving moan.<br/><br/>Wiggy’s eyes remained closed as she sadly felt him pull away, only to sink her teeth more intensely into her lip by the touch of his bulbous head against her quim. She finally opened her eyes as Alex’s hand coaxed her mouth open but had little time to adjust as the sudden feeling of her pussy being slammed into dominated her entire world. Her entire body jolted as she locked her thighs tightly around Grey. The drink meant for her mouth only partially made its target as she threw her head back and pressed her hips upward, with the rest splashing haphazardly against her neck and chest. With an instinctive gulp she swallowed the little alcohol she had caught before crying out in sheer ecstasy as Alex began to pump into her with wild abandon.<br/><br/>Despite herself, Wiggy found herself growing hot at the thought of how she likely appeared, breasts bouncing with each thrust as she arched her back and wantonly moaned into the air, until finally she could take no more and screamed, “Oh yes, fuck me Alex Grey Mercer, ride me like that bike of yours, harder, faster!” If she wasn’t so lost in her need to fuck, Wiggy might have questioned the wisdom behind her begging. As the man’s personal technician, she knew first hand of the battered state he would normally bring his bike back in. All she cared about now however was squeezing as much pleasure from his throbbing member as possible. With a sudden grab, she slid her hands around and under his shirt, lifting it enough with her arms to expose his currently working back muscles. She then proceeded to dig her nails in - her own little challenges to Aurora’s earlier gashes - as she held on for dear life, with her panting chest mashing against his own while her body shuddered and rocked over the vigorous pumping of his cock.<br/><br/>As they continued to satiate their animalistic urges over the creaking counter, Wiggy just barely registered the crowds hooting and hollering, with a “Fuck me too Grey,” or “I love you Merc” intermittently penetrating the din of the growing audience. Wiggy even caught a few deeper voices amongst those calling for the racer’s affection. Thankfully the proclamations stopped there, with none daring to approach, likely intimidated by Alex’s ruthless reputation as well as the intensity he displayed while aggressively slamming his hips between Wiggy's tightly wrapped legs. With a mischievous grin, the technician celebrated this fact by moving one of her hands to the back of the racer’s head and pulling him into a passion-fueled kiss. With each thrust she moaned headily into his mouth as her tongue fenced clumsily with his own.