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“Well, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” said the bearded one. I stood my ground, staring the three of them down. He reached into his jacked and pulled out a wallet, then flicked a twenty in my direction. It fell to the floor. I could feel my legs turning to jelly, my belly afire with excitement. “Drinks,” said the bearded biker. “Now.”
I don’t know why I served them. There was something about the way he spoke to me – so direct and so forceful. It was a command. Not a request. And normally I don’t respond well to being told what to do – but something about these guys bypassed all the normal bits of my brain and spoke straight to my inner cavewoman. When he ordered me to fetch them their drinks just then... well, it turned me on – perhaps more than I’d been turned on in months.
I found myself turning around and making for the bar. It felt almost as though I was moving on automatic pilot – as though I was being driven by his will rather than my own. I fixed the drinks that they had ordered and put them on a tray. My hands were shaking as I did so, but I wasn’t shaking in fear. No. This was something else. Right then and there in that moment, I actually wanted them to boss me around – the bearded one in particular. I wanted nothing more than for him to give me orders – orders which I would obey without question. I would serve him, please him, bend to his will.
It was such an odd way to feel. And yet it didn’t feel wrong. Quite the contrary in fact. Images of the three bikers fucking me in various rough and ready ways kept flashing through my brain. The more I tried to dismiss them, the stronger the images became. It felt as though some kind of crazy switch had been flipped in my head. By the time I’d finished fixing their drinks and carried the tray over to their table, I could feel that I was wet between my legs.
It had been weeks at the very least since Kyle last made me wet. Matter of fact I’d almost forgotten what the sensation was like. It felt good – tingly and right and fresh. It felt as though parts of me that had long since fallen to sleep were being wakened once more.
As I approached I could hear them talking about their bikes. One of them was broken, I gathered – the started had burned out... or something of that ilk. I set the tray down on the table, and took a step back, then waited. It wasn’t more than a couple of seconds before their attention turned to me once more.
“Thanks, Doll,” said the bearded one as he picked up his drink. “Thought you had work to do? Or are you going to stand there staring until I let you suck my cock?” He turned towards me and spread his legs. I held my ground, but part of me was quavering – I wasn’t sure whether it was with fear or excitement.
“You finish your drinks and then you leave,” I said.
The thin one laughed, and the other biker – a muscle-bound guy with bright red scarf around his neck – shook his head in amusement.
“I have a better idea,” said the bearded one. “How about you take off that cute little apron of yours, bend over that bar and let us fill you up, one by one?”
CHAPTER 3
All three roared with laughter. And I didn’t move. I was definitely aroused now – more aroused than I had been in years. Part of me, deep down, wanted nothing more than to do as the man suggested. To bend over, bare myself, let them have their way with me. But I knew I couldn’t. That would be crazy, insane. I didn’t even know them... There was no way to know what I’d be letting myself in for.
“No?” said the bearded guy, catching my expression. “Huh. Maybe you’re more of an oral chick. Is that right? You want us to give you something to swallow? I reckon you could manage a load from all three of us, don’t you?”
I stood there, frozen, not knowing what to say. Normally I’m never stuck for words, but right in that moment they simply wouldn’t come. I stood there, shaking. Part of me was simply waiting to see what would happen next. I put my hands behind my back to stop them from shaking, and I felt there the knot of my apron. Without even really thinking about it, I undid it, and then lifted the thing off over my head and draped it over the back of a nearby chair.
That stopped the bikers laughing. They stared at me, surprise registering on their faces. The thin one with all the piercings was the first to recover. He laughed openly.
“Well, lads, I think she’s up for it.” He stood and beckoned to me.
“Bring that tight little body of yours over here.”
For a moment there was resistance. I felt it almost like a physical thing, holding me back. Worried thoughts swirled around my brain. This was crazy, I told myself. This was irresponsible. There was no way I was actually going to go through with this. No way in hell. But then, after a moment, the resistance broke. I wanted this. I could feel the urgency with which I wanted it welling up inside me. And, in a second, that urgency overtook my last few shreds of doubt. Before I knew what was going on I was taking a step forward, then another, then another, until I stood before the three bikers. They had risen from their chairs, and they towered over me now.
The thin one leaned forwards. It was a conscious effort not to lean back out of his space. He brought his face close to mine, then his hand flashed up to the back of my neck, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into a forceful, deep, probing kiss. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth, penetrating me there, claiming me. I kissed back with all that I had, my body feeling as though it was melting in his grip.
He pulled back. And then, as though some signal had been given, the bikers fell on me. Their hands were all over my body, ripping away my clothes. In a second I was down to my underwear. On instinct I wriggled, fought, tried to preserve my dignity, but it was no good. They had me. My panties were ripped away, and my bra wrestled from my chest. The bearded one pinned my arms behind my back, while the muscle-bound one sucked on my breasts. The thin one was biting my neck, inhaling deeply, taking in the smell of my hair and my body.
In less than a minute I had gone from fully clothed to naked and being groped by three men. It felt surreal. It felt as though I had left the ground and was flying. If this could happen, then anything could happen. I felt myself open. The wetness between my legs increased until it felt like a flow. And I let go. I let them have me. I let them take me.
Before I knew it I was being pushed back. My backside hit the edge of a table and I found myself sitting down on it, the wood cold against my bare flesh. Hands pushed me back until I was lying across the table. Towering above me, the bikers were shedding their clothes now, peeling away their leathers. Beneath they were tanned and muscular, hardened by years of riding. The tall one with the piercings grabbed my legs and positioned himself between them, his long, hard cock lying against my stomach. My pussy tingled at the heat of him, so close and so ready. It wouldn’t take much for him to slip inside me...
“Jerk me, bitch,” he hissed, and I hurried to comply, reaching down to wrap my fist around his cock. I started masturbating him, rolling my hand with each pull, relishing the firm, heavy feeling of his cock. It would be so good to have it inside of me, so good to clench down against it.
The bearded biker took up a place beside me, and grabbed my free hand. He wrapped it forcefully around his own cock and I started jerking that too. The muscle-bound one moved up to my head. The back of my neck was against the rim of the table. He took my head in both hands, tilted it backwards a little and then – without any preamble – plunged his cock straight into my mouth.
I squeaked in surprise, but couldn’t protest. Instead I simply gripped him with my lips and swirled my tongue around his head. He pushed deeper and I swallowed, fighting my gag reflex. Meanwhile, I felt the thin one between my legs draw back a little and then plunge inside of me. He went deep, hard. I felt him all the way up in my stomach, and shivers of pleasure echoed through my body.
Then they were fucking me. The thin one in my pussy, the muscle-bound one in my mouth. I jerked the bearded one as best I could, but it was hard to focus. The two others were thrusting hard, fast. I almost gagged a couple of times – and to my surprise I actually liked it. In that moment I
The bearded one came first, spraying his hot come all over me. I felt it spatter against my chest, hot droplets coursing down between my breasts. Then, a second later, pain as he slapped first one breast, then the other. The skin stung – his come cooling against it.
“Turn her over, lads,” said one of them. I wasn’t sure who had given the instruction, but it was followed pretty quickly. The two bikers inside of me withdrew, and hands seized me. One in my hair, one on my shoulder, a couple on my hips. They rolled me roughly over until I was bend over the table rather than lying on it. A pair of hands clamped down over my wrists, pinning me in place. Then the bearded one was behind me. He lowered himself to his knees and started licking me, his beard ticking the insides of my thighs, his tongue playing with my clit, his hot breath rebounding off my asshole. I moaned in pleasure, struggling against the hands that held me. They were firm, and it filled me with a deep, dark pleasure to know that I couldn’t escape.
CHAPTER 4
It was the thin one who was pinning me down. I know because a second later he let me up just long enough to seat himself on the table, before clamping my wrists down against the wood once more. My mouth was now only inches from his cock. On instinct I opened my mouth, and he pushed my head down into his lap firmly and fast. His rod parted my jaws and licked and sucked just as I had done before, quivering with desire.
He was the next to come. I felt him hardening in my mouth for a second before his cock started spilling out his come. It came in hot, thick spurts which filled my mouth completely. I tried to pull back a little to make it easier to swallow, but his hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down still. I couldn’t move. I swallowed furiously, taking as much of his salty load as I could, but some still dribbled out the corners of my mouth.
Just as he came in my mouth, I felt the bearded guy’s tongue move a little higher, teasing wetly at my asshole. It was something I’d never experienced before, but it felt better than I ever could have anticipated. I pushed back as I swallowed, loving the sensation, the dirtiness of it, the wrongness. He gripped my hips firmly and licked and tongued and feasted on me. I felt myself cresting, moving unstoppably towards shuddering climax.
The thin guy grabbed my hair and wrenched my face up. There was come dribbling down my chin, come still clinging to my tongue. He slapped me roughly around the face, once then twice. It took my breath away, and In heard myself gasp in shock. Then he slipped out from under me and the muscle-bound one took his place. Once more my head was forced down, and a cock was between my lips. I sucked and licked, moaning with pleasure. I belonged to them. I was their toy to be used as they wished.
Instead of forcing my head down, the muscle-bound guy grabbed my hair and started ragging me up and down, his cock firmly in my mouth all the while. I braced myself against the table, but he was strong and there was nothing I could do to resist. His cock went deep into my throat, and I swallowed, taking it in. Then it was wrenched out. He rubbed it against my cheeks, spreading his juices there, then plunged it back in.
After a minute or an hour of that, he suddenly pushed me away. I found myself on my knees then, with my legs spread. He towered above me, cock in hand. With one firm hand on my shoulders he pushed me down onto my hands and knees. My head was spinning, and I felt as though I was floating on a cloud of mixed pleasure and pain. Chemicals coursed through my system – chemicals that I hadn’t tasted in far too long.
The bearded biker lay beneath me, hands gripping my thighs as he licked my pussy. The muscle-bound one knelt in front of me and seized a handful of my hair once more. He shoved his cock into my mouth and carried on face-fucking me hard and fast, his grip tight and his movements hard. I couldn’t see the thin one, but I felt him kneel behind me. The tip of his cock – hard once more and lathered slippery with his come and my saliva – pressed against my asshole, itself already wet from the bearded biker’s attention.
I arched my back. Normally I don’t like anal all that much, but I was so turned on in that moment that I would have done near enough anything. The thin one pushed hard against me, and I felt him slip inside. All the while, the muscle bound biker was fucking my mouth, and the bearded one was lying beneath me sucking and licking my clit. If it hurt when the thin one penetrated my ass, I didn’t notice. I was too busy enjoying the whirl of sensations that were coursing through my body.
The thing one began moving, slowly at first, little strokes. My ass gripped him tightly, and I could feel every inch that he pushed inside of me. It burned and it felt amazing both at the same time. He held my hips, keeping me steady as he pushed inside of me.
I came them, just as his hips came to rest against my backside. I felt myself tighten and then release, every muscle in my body convulsing as a tidal wave of pleasure swept through me. I was dimly aware of the thin one slapping my ass with his open palm. Dimly aware of the salty taste of come flooding my mouth as the muscle-bound one finally finished there. But all of it was subsumed by the pleasure, the all-consuming pleasure.
I moaned and writhed in delight. I could feel my asshole gripping tight against the thin one. And he moved still, fucking me steadily, faster and faster. My orgasm swept through me, and I shuddered with it, and then all but collapsed. The bikers carried on. The muscle-bound one withdrew and slapped his cock against my face. The bearded on kept licking my tingling clit. The thin one drove his cock home again and again until he hardened and I felt a flood of warmth and wetness.
After a time he withdrew, and I felt a cold drip run down the cleft of my backside, down to where the bearded one was still licking me. Slowly now, lazily. At last, he stopped as well, and their hands released me, and I rolled over onto my side. I lay on the floor of my bar and shook, half with shock and half with pleasure. My mouth and my ass were filled with come. More of it drying o my breasts. I felt the bikers moving around above me, and then after a time I was sat up, propped roughly against the bar. A drink was forced into my hand, and I downed it gratefully, feeling the warmth of alcohol flood me.
“Cheers,” said the thin one. “Get that down you. The evening’s not over yet.”
Despite myself, I couldn’t help but smile.
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 1
Thеу lау there a while, rесоvеring frоm two rounds of amazing ѕеx, mаking ѕmаll tаlk. Jое decided to raid thе cooler and ѕее what gооdiеѕ Lеigh brought.
“Hmm, fruit аnd Orеоѕ,” hе ѕаid, “уоu must hаvе packed in a hurrу.”
“Wеll someone rushed mе. Bеѕidеѕ, I did bring ѕtuff fоr ѕаndwiсhеѕ tоо.” Hеr рhоnе bеереd a tеxt mеѕѕаgе аnd ѕhе jumped uр tо grаb it.
“Yоu еxресting someone? Shе didn’t answer, but read the message and smiled аt him.
“So hоw do уоu feel аbоut going out for a while? she аѕkеd.
“I guеѕѕ thаt dереndѕ оn whеrе wе’rе gоing аnd whу.”
“Wеll, I have a littlе surprise fоr уоu, and I dоn’t think уоu want tо раѕѕ it uр.” Hе lооkеd аt her, сuriоuѕ what ѕhе was uр tо.
“OK, so iѕ thеrе аnуthing I should knоw bеfоrе I get rеаdу?”
Shе wеnt tо hеr bаg and ѕtаrtеd pulling out hеr сlоthеѕ fоr the еvеning. “Well, I’ll show you what I’m wеаring, аnd then уоu саn dесidе what уоu’rе wеаring, deal?”
Shе рullеd out a black g-ѕtring, ѕhоwing it tо him аѕ ѕhе lаid it аѕidе, thеn ѕhе рullеd out her dress. Aѕ ѕhе unfolded it, hе wаѕn’t ѕurе what to еxресt. Shе hеld it uр in front оf hеr, аnd hе felt hiѕ сосk twitch. It wаѕ a rеd leather mini-drеѕѕ, with a соrѕеt-ѕtуlе tie thаt rаn dоwn the frоnt, and he could оnlу imagine hоw fаr, but his firѕt thought wаѕ that he would bе ѕurрriѕеd if it еvеn соvеrеd hеr g-string. “Wоw!” wаѕ аll he соuld ѕау as hе looked at hеr.
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