Sarah moved like a predator through the velvet night, the warm sea breeze caressing her skin as she approached the sleek, modern villa perched on the cliff's edge. Her black pencil skirt hugged her wide hips and thick ass with every confident stride, the sharp click of her stiletto heels echoing across the empty marble courtyard.
She pressed her palm to the hidden biometric panel beside the heavy oak door. A soft chime, a green flash — the lock disengaged with a whisper. The villa was completely silent and dark inside, the air cool and still, carrying only the faint scent of fresh linen and ocean salt. No lights. No breathing. No one.
She stepped in, closed the door behind her with a solid, final *thud*, and the automatic locks engaged with a series of heavy metallic clicks.
Without hesitation, Sarah crossed the open-plan living area, heels echoing sharply on the polished floors, and stopped before what appeared to be a blank wall. She entered a 16-digit code on the concealed keypad, then placed her thumb on the scanner, leaned in for the retinal scan, and finally pressed her tongue to the DNA pad. A low, resonant *hummmm* vibrated through the floor as the hidden steel door slid open with perfect silence, revealing the secret base beyond.
She stepped inside. The moment the door sealed behind her, titanium bolts the size of her forearm slammed home from every direction. The room was now a fortress — not even a direct nuclear strike could breach it.
In the center of the dimly lit chamber, etched into the black obsidian floor, lay the teleportation circle — ancient runes glowing with a faint, almost invisible lavender light, so subtle it looked like a trick of the eye.
Sarah walked straight into the center of the circle, the faint magical hum tingling against the soles of her feet and racing up her thighs like a lover's breath. She closed her eyes, exhaled slowly, and channeled her power.
A surge of raw, electric energy flooded her veins — hot, intoxicating, making her nipples tighten instantly against the sheer lace of her bra and sending a fresh trickle of warm wetness between her thighs. The runes ignited in response, blazing from soft lavender to brilliant, searing violet. Golden sparks swirled upward around her body, lifting her hair as if caught in an invisible wind. The air crackled with ozone and raw magic.
In a blinding flash of light and a low, resonant *whoomph*, Sarah vanished.
The circle faded back to near darkness, leaving only the empty, impenetrable chamber behind.
Inside the house, the filthy hip-hop bass still rumbling low through the speakers, I snatched my phone and opened the banking app. The balance hit me like a drug — several million dollars already wired in, fresh deposits ticking upward every few seconds. My thick cock surged instantly, swelling heavy and hot inside my loose grey sweatpants, the fat purple head flaring and spitting a fresh, sticky rope of precum that soaked through the fabric in a dark, spreading patch.
"Fuck yes…" I growled, grinning like a wolf as vivid images flooded my brain: tight young college sluts bent over every surface of the house, their dripping cunts stretched around my pounding cock, screaming while I flooded their wombs with load after load.
Still buzzing, I strode straight into the massive garage, cool air kissing my bare, sweat-glistened chest. There she waited — my baby. My sleek matte-black racing superbike crouched low and aggressive, chrome gleaming, curves so sinful they looked built to be ridden hard and fast.
I walked up slow, trailing my palm possessively over the warm, smooth fuel tank, feeling the powerful machine hum under my touch. Then I leaned down and pressed a long, deep, filthy kiss right onto the contoured leather seat, lips lingering, tongue flicking out to taste the cool surface.
"Let's go, baby," I murmured huskily against it. "Daddy's gonna ride you hard tonight."
What I couldn't see was the breathtaking, completely naked MILF spirit bound to the bike — a gift from my mother Sarah years ago. She manifested instantly the moment my lips touched her, a voluptuous goddess of pure sex: massive, heavy K-cup tits swaying and jiggling, fat pink nipples rock-hard and leaking tiny sweet beads of milk, a tiny waist exploding into an enormous, juicy ass that rippled with every breath, and between her thick thighs a perfectly shaved, puffy pink pussy that was shamelessly dripping. Her swollen outer lips were spread wide, shiny inner folds glistening, swollen clit throbbing, and a thick, creamy strand of her girl-cum already drooling from her open hole down her inner thighs and onto the invisible plane beneath her.
The second my mouth pressed to the seat, she threw her head back and moaned like a total cock-drunk whore.
"Aaahhh~! Yes, baby… kiss Mommy's wet pussy just like that~ Mmmph, right there, lick your slutty bike's cunt!"
Her creamy hole clenched hard, squirting a fresh gush of hot arousal that would have soaked the leather if it weren't for the spirit realm. Long silver hair cascaded down her back, violet eyes glowing with raw lust and deep protective love, plump cock-sucking lips parted in ecstasy as she ground her dripping pussy desperately against the exact spot my lips had been.
Sarah had sealed my spiritual powers when I was just a little kid, which meant I'd never once been able to see or hear Vespera — the lewd, devoted spirit who had protected me fiercely on every single ride, wrapping me in invisible shields while secretly cumming like a bitch in heat, her massive tits bouncing wildly, fat ass rippling, greedy cunt creaming and squirting all over the engine every time I twisted the throttle.
Even now she didn't mind. She was addicted to her young master. Biting her lip hard, thighs trembling, fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit, she stared at me with pure hunger and adoration as I swung my leg over and straddled the powerful machine.
My heavy, half-hard cock pressed down firmly onto the warm leather — directly on top of her soaked, throbbing pussy in the spirit realm.
Vespera screamed in filthy bliss, pressing her massive leaking tits against my bare back, wrapping her arms tight around me from behind.
"Fuuuuck yes~! I can feel your big thick cock on my cunt, baby… Ride me rough today, my sweet boy," she moaned sluttily into my ear, even though I couldn't hear a single word.
I twisted the key. The engine roared to life with a deep, aggressive growl that vibrated straight through the bike and deep into her core. The invisible MILF spirit threw her head back and came instantly, pussy gushing around my unseen bulge as she clung to me tighter than ever — protective, possessive, and dripping wet with endless, aching need.
The moment I hit the open road, the matte-black superbike roared beneath me like a living beast, engine growling deep and hungry as I leaned low into the first sweeping curve. Vespera — the voluptuous, invisible MILF spirit bound to my baby — was losing her fucking mind. Every single bump in the asphalt made her massive K-cup tits bounce wildly against my back, fat pink nipples leaking sweet milk that only she could feel. Her enormous, juicy ass rippled and clapped as she ground her completely shaved, puffy pink pussy harder onto the exact spot where my thick, heavy cock pressed down through my sweatpants onto the vibrating leather seat.
"Fuuuuck yes, baby—! Aaaahhh~!" she screamed like a total cock-drunk whore, head thrown back, long silver hair whipping in the wind. Every time the tires flexed hard over a speed bump or I hit a rough patch crossing the road, her greedy cunt clenched violently and squirted — hot, creamy girl-cum gushing in thick, messy jets all over the invisible spirit plane, soaking the engine block, her thighs trembling, swollen clit throbbing as she came again and again. "Harder, Master! Fuck your slutty bike harder—! I'm cumming so fucking much for you~!"
We were both having the absolute best time of our lives — me grinning like an idiot with pure freedom and adrenaline, her orgasming non-stop, protective arms wrapped tight around my waist, massive leaking tits squished against me, dripping pussy creaming and squirting in perfect rhythm with every throttle twist and road flex.
Right behind us, never more than two car lengths away, Lena and Mara followed effortlessly in the sleek black SUV — also a living spirit vehicle. Lena gripped the wheel with both hands, her tight black tank top stretched obscenely over her huge DD tits, thick nipples diamond-hard, yoga shorts already soaked through at the crotch as she slammed her foot down hard on the accelerator again and again.
Inside the spirit realm of the SUV, the massive, muscular male spirit — Jax — was bound to the engine and chassis. Every brutal press of Lena's foot made the throttle surge, sending raw power surging through his spectral body. He threw his head back and moaned like a total masochistic slut, deep voice cracking into desperate, broken whimpers.
"Fuuuuck—! Yes, Mistress Lena—! Crush me—! Use me harder—! Aaaahhh~!"
His enormous cock throbbed painfully hard, leaking thick ropes of spirit precum all over the invisible floor as the acceleration tortured him in the most delicious way.
Mara, lounging in the passenger seat with her long legs spread wide, couldn't take it anymore. She shoved her hand straight down the front of her tiny shorts, two fingers plunging deep into her own dripping, greedy cunt with loud, wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* sounds. Her eyes were glued to the dashboard where Jax's spectral form writhed in masochistic ecstasy, her fingers pumping faster, thumb grinding her swollen clit while her free hand mauled one of her perky tits.
"Oh my god… look at him moan like a pathetic little bitch," Mara gasped, voice thick with lust, pussy juices running down her wrist. "Every time you floor it he cums a little more — fuck, I'm so wet…"
Lena smirked, pressed the accelerator even harder, and the SUV surged forward with a deep, throaty roar. Jax screamed in blissful agony, cock erupting in thick, useless spirit ropes while Mara fingered herself viciously to the filthy sight, both women dripping, panting, and utterly addicted to the chase — never letting their Young Master out of their hungry, possessive sight for even a second.