My New Toy 3 (A Sexy Ride To Remember)

By Dalia Daudelin

A bike with a toy built into the seat? And Talia's boyfriend expects her to use it in public?

Max and Talia are living happily now, no more huge arguments and no more withholding sex.

When Talia receives an invitation to a bike ride that she and Max are required to attend, she expects it to be a normal charity event.

Oh, how wrong she is.

Instead she finds a kinky, bisexual, slutty bike ride, where the men and women are both fucked by their bikes.

In the end, Talia and Max are thrown into an orgy that will change their lives forever.

Related kinks: bisexual, bicurious, dildo, sex toy, public sex, group sex, orgy

• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Climax Bundles
• Release date: Jul 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310260131

Dalia Daudelin

Dalia Daudelin writes dirty, and she knows that's exactly how you like it.Dalia was rebellious as a teenager, but in a lot of ways she played it safe. While she was running with a bad crowd, she was a prude. All of that changed when she met her business partner and fiance, Michael Meadows.With a few more years behind her and a lot more experience, Dalia is bringing the naughtiest sexual desires to readers. Sure, reading about BDSM might be safer than acting it out, but that just means she can tease you even harder and inflict even more pain on her characters.It's not just BDSM, either. Dalia has written a huge number of books from many of the hottest kinks out there.During her down time, Dalia likes to play video games like Watch_Dogs, Fallout, and Dragon Age. She also enjoys television shows like The X Files, Blacklist, Portlandia and Supernatural. She's a devoted fan of Yume Nikki, and used to run Alternate Reality Games online.She's conspiracy minded and enjoys researching topics such as MKULTRA, Monarch Programming, and the Illuminati.

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My New Toy 3

A Sexy Ride To Remember

Dalia Daudelin

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Well, after Max put me in my place and used me like a whore, things got better again. Funny thing is, I never even felt angry with him. I was punished for treating my man poorly, and now I know to show him respect.

I can tell Max is planning something, though. Something strange, no doubt. He's been on the phone, whispering quietly about this coming weekend. I swear I could hear him say something about a bike in his whispers, but I can't be sure.

He's on the phone again while I'm cooking lunch. It's summer vacation for me, and believe me I need a few months away from school. I've dropped my hours at work to only 20 a week, so I can spend more time with Max. He makes more than enough to take care of me, but I know if I quit I'll get bored.

I pause as I stir my soup and look out the window. It's bright and sunny outside, with a few kids running down the street and walking a dog. I turn off the heat to the stove and head to the front door to pick up the mail that arrived a few minutes earlier. Just bills. I'll deal with them later.

I toss them onto the island before heading to Max's office, hoping to overhear what he's planning before I let him know lunch is ready. He's already off the phone though. He looks up as I step into the room, smiling as he checks me out. I'm in the new dress he bought me, a bright yellow sundress. I have no shoes on, but my toenails are painted orange. I look like ripe citrus.

He breathes in a happy sigh. Lunch ready? It smells great.

Yep, it is! He follows me to the kitchen, where we both grab a bowl of soup. It's a recipe from my grandmother, who probably got it from her grandmother. Before he sits down, Max grabs the mail and brings it over to us.

There's a letter here for you, he says as he hands it to me. I don't notice the smile he's trying to hide from me.

I slide a nail under the letter's flap and pull out the piece of paper. I never get mail. Unfolding the letter, I see that it is an invitation, designed no doubt by a secretary that loves clip art. On each of the corners is a drawing of a person riding a bike.

It's a bike riding party. Oh, and it looks like your gated community is requiring us to go, I say. I look up at Max, confused. Is that even legal?

He shrugs. I probably agreed to it when I moved in. Anyway, I was already asked to come on the phone, and I said yes. Our bikes are in the back of the truck.

Oh... well, okay. I assume he means our normal bikes, not the bike he's used to put me back into my place as his girlfriend and fucktoy. When do we have to leave?

Right after lunch, probably.

We both finish our lunches and pile into his truck. As we drive over a few potholes up to the party, I realize my clit is twitching and sensitive. We haven't had sex yet today. Riding that bike, with the seat pressed up against my crotch, is going to get really fun really fast.

The large country club where the party is being held has always been intimidating. I've been invited by a few neighbors to join them every weekend since I moved in with Max, but we just haven't gone. As we pull up to the huge building, I marvel at how many expensive cars are parked in front. It looks like the whole neighborhood is here!

You go ahead inside, I'll meet you in, Max says. I'm going to get the bikes out.

Okay, I say, brushing my hair behind my shoulder and stepping out of his truck. In my new sandals I can feel how soft the green grass is below me as I pass over it to the front door of the building.

It's a colonial style mansion that used to belong to one family whose last daughter willed it to the whole community when she passed. The front is a long yard that leads to the private bike