Bubs pushes back his chair. “Woman,” he says, “Bubs is always up for some fun.”
It’s all Chantel needs to hear. “Well let’s not dilly-dally,” she says. Her hand still in Jake’s, Chantel stands and pulls him toward the motorcycle club’s dorm room. Pulled up from his chair, Jake looks to Bubs. The two men look to one another for a moment, then to Chantel. With a shrug, they follow, hearts starting to race.
The door closes behind the three with a seductive click.
Well, uh,” Bubs says, sitting on the creaky bed, “how do we, uh… start this?”
Chantel, her whole body warm, quickly lifts the blouse over her head. Both men staring, their mouths slightly open, she reaches behind her and frees the clasp of her bra. With a seductive wiggle, lace falls to the floor. “How about this?” Chantel says, reaching up to tug at her exposed nipples. “This a good way to start?”
Jake steps forward from the door and puts his lips to Chantel’s breast. Her skin tastes salty and sweet, lingering with the slightest traces of the amaretto sours she’s been drinking. The mix of alcohol and Chantel’s skin makes a drug almost more potent than the cocaine swelling his system. At the first taste, he needs more. She throws her head back and moans at each flick of his tongue.
“Fuck.” Alive with manic energy, Chantel quickly fumbles with the button of her jeans. Her fingers tumble over the brass for a moment before being joined by a larger, rougher pair of hands.
“Let’s help you out of those.” The voice is Bubs’ but quick and shaky with excitement. Chantel closes her eyes and relishes the symphony of sensations playing her body. Jake’s hand reaches up to squeeze at the base of her throat, his tongue moving like mad. At the same time, Bubs, his own heart racing, hooks his fingers down into Chantel’s panties. The lace and nylon tickles as it slides down her thighs and onto the floor.
Then she feels weightless, gravity suddenly null. It takes a moment, floating in the air, for Chantel to realize that she’s in Bubs’ arms, that he’s lifted her up from the ground ever so slightly. Jake steps away as Bubs takes her to the bed. With a hungry growl his hands explore the soft skin between her legs. His fingers dip into her wetness and spread it over her thighs.
“More,” Chantel says, leaning back onto the bed. “More!”
When Bubs’ tongue darts into her pussy, it’s like Chantel’s been jolted with a live wire. Her body jolts with pleasure and surprise. In the aftershock, her whole body seems burned, her arms and legs like Jelly.
When she regains control of her body, Chantel opens her eyes. Jake stands before her, his own shirt and vest thrown to the ground. She smiles to see his hands working slowly at the button of his own jeans. Memories flash in her mind of the previous evening: the slight push of his member inside her, the ripple of his abs, but Chantel can’t make sense of the pictures. The prospect of getting another round with this specimen gives her heart palpitations.
“You look like you’re ready,” Jake says, sliding the jeans down his legs. His boxer shorts can hardly contain his bulge. Chantel smiles, already imagining how he’ll taste on her tongue.
“That…,” she takes a breath, Bubs tongue running little circles around her clit. “…makes two of us.” Chantel curls her finger in a come-hither motion. “Come here. I want your cock in my mouth.”
Jake can barely step forward before Chantel is clawing at the band of his boxers. The flimsy fabric tears slightly as his member slides free. Chantel sucks in a breath, her chest tight with anticipation. He’s bigger than her fragmented memory remembered. Looking up, satisfied by the hungry glimmer in Jake’s eyes, Chantel grips the base of his rod. He’s warm and hard in her hand. Slowly tugging, Chantel feels powerful, like she has total control over this big strong biker man.
“Is it torture?” Chantel says, looking up to Jake’s face. One hand on his member, she reaches the other down and runs her fingers through Bubs hair. Her very touch seems to inflame his mouth. He suckles harder, with each little scratch of his head. “Standing there at my mercy?”
Jake opens his mouth to answer, but can only manage animalistic grunts. Before he can speak, Chantel leans her head forward, lets her lips twirl over the tip of his cock. His member pulses at the contact. She slowly moves her head, pushes Jake deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue curl around his girth. The act inflames her, awakens the animal inside. She moans and pushes Bubs’ face harder between her legs, adding a prickle of pain to the waves of pleasure he’s licking.
Chantel’s taking control only added to Bubs excitement. He’s been on motorcycles zooming a hundred miles an hour down the freeway. He’s taken every drug known to man at some point or another. Here in this room, his tongue pushing into Chantel’s folds, feeling her pulse echo into his body, Bubs is the most alive he’s been in recent memory.
Bubs resists Chantel’s hand, pulls his head from her. Standing, he takes in the scene, his heart racing. Chantel reclines on the bed, her head slowly moving back and forth. Down her body, Bubs has to pause to catch his breath at the soft rise of her breasts. They move in little waves, nipples pointed outward. His gaze slides down her body, legs slightly spread and for a moment, the big biker is powerless. As fast as his fingers will go, Bubs tears at the waist of his pants. The buckle rips from the leather of his belt in the fury.
Pants falling to his knees, Bubs takes his member in his hand and lurches forward. The softness of Chantel’s slit melts every muscle in his body. Not a rookie by any measure—the number of shots he took playing “never have I ever” proved his experience—Chantel’s pussy is like none Bubs has ever felt. Both soft and firm at the same time, even the slightest movement inside her is like dousing a fire with pure oxygen.
He slides his hands up over her quivering thighs, feeling the undulations of her tight abdomen. Not bad for a 21-year-old. His hands find home over the swell of her breasts, his fingers curling around the soft nubs of her nipples.
For Chantel, the experience is a buffet of delights. At first moaning in disappointment to feel Bubs mouth leave its place between her legs, Chantel quickly forgets any disappointment as the head of Bubs cock pushes at her clit. The feeling is like a button being pressed, turning on every nerve in her whole body. Bubs pushing into her feeds Chantel’s desire, intensifies her need to have Jake’s member pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth.
“Oh fuck.” Jake can hardly stand on his feet. Chantel reaches out, braces herself against Jake’s thigh and lets the fingers of her other hand wiggle against Jake’s scrotum. She acutely feels his every quiver, as if Jake’s weakening muscles are an extension of her own flesh. Chantel curls her tongue, lets its tip slide at the base of Jake’s cock and moans with satisfaction to feel his manhood throb with desire.
Even this exquisite feeling, being the center of attention, like a goddess to these two desperate men… it doesn’t seem enough. Jake whimpers slightly as Chantel lets her tongue slide from his member. Pushing away Bubs’ hands, she scoots up onto the bed, takes in the red-faced gazes from both men.
“I think it’s time we switched this up, no?” With a smile, Chantel slowly bends forward on the bed until she’s crouched on all fours. She feels like an animal, a huntress , posed like this. Bubs stands before her, a grin on his face and his rock-hard member in his hand. Behind her, Jake slowly advances, his heart racing at the thought of being inside her.
Chantel doesn’t see Jake push inside her, only feels as his girth spreads her open. The sensation turns her body to jelly for a moment, and she can’t contain the moan that escapes her lips. Eyes closed, she reaches out and pulls Bubs into her mouth. “This is it,” Chantel thinks. Warmth spreads up from her center, curling her toes with delight. “This is how porn stars fuck.”
Just a few hours before, Chantel had sat, half drunk in a bar. Her fiancé had slept with another woman, and suddenly free, Chantel wondered what kind of exquisite sensations the world had to offer her. With a biker’s cock throbbing in her mouth and another thrusting rough, deep
inside her, Chantel could only give herself over to these new sensations.
The two men pounded at her in perfect time. Jake thrust deep into her, his desperate hands clawing at the soft skin of her ass. Bubs, his hands woven into Chantel’s hair, pushed and pulled on her head, shivering with each swipe of her exploring tongue. Their skin slapped together, bodies starting to glimmer with the sweat of passion.
The grunts and heavy breaths mingle with the slap of skin on skin. Her heart racing, Chantel pulls her head away from Bubs’ throbbing member. Reaching behind her, she guides Jake out as well. With a quick shift, she’s sitting, legs spread on the bed, relishing the cool brush of air against her moist pussy. Guiding Jake by his cock, she moves him before her, so the two men stand in front of her. Taking each in turn, Chantel takes little licks of their manhood, first tasting Jake, then Bubs. Hands slowly rubbing up and down the length of their members, she lets her tongue curl around their tips.
“Come on me,” she purrs. “I want both of you to come on me right fucking now.”
Her terse order causes both men to shiver with anticipation. Her stroking hands send waves of heat through Jake and Bubs, their legs like lava. With a smile, Chantel leans back on the bed, jerking faster and faster on their hard cocks. She can feel their passion in the pre-orgasmic quivering of their dicks, the little tremors of come.
Bubs is the first to come. With a loud grunt, he slumps forward and releases. Chantel continues her stroking, the feeling of his hot seed on her chest making her heart sprint faster than any drug could ever hope to. Jake comes a moment after. He does so without a sound. His whole body spasms and Chantel feels his semen splash against her skin.
After a deep breath, Chantel releases their cocks, spreads their juices over her tits with her fingers. She pleasures herself, pinching her nipples before letting her fingers slide down between her legs. The orgasm is on her before she even has a chance to touch her pussy. Her breath coming in little shrieks, Chantel closes her eyes and lets the waves of pleasure push at her body.
The long, sensual moment passes. Slowly, the world returns and Chantel becomes aware of the heavy breathing before her. She opens her eyes with a smile.
“Well…,” Chantel looks between Jake and Bubs, a growl deep inside her hungry for more. “Never have I ever…”
Claimed By The Alpha
Angelina White
“Alexis! Can you come to my office for a moment?” called her boss, Willa Richards. Alexis had been with Richards & Gerber Law Firm for over seven years, and had worked her way to being one of their top lawyers, but Willa still had the power to strike fear in her heart. Not many people had the power to unnerve Alexis, but Willa was definitely one of them.
“Hey Willa, what do you need?” Alexis answered when she got into the doorway. As she walked in she tried to read the look on Willa’s face. She was a tall, skinny, Hispanic woman with dark chocolate brown eyes and short-cropped brown hair that accentuated her striking jaw line. She had the look of a woman who had clawed her way to the top, and was willing to strike out at anyone who dared challenge her.
“Are you all set for the charity date auction tonight? Is that what you are wearing?” Willa replied, giving her outfit a look up and down.
Alexis believed she was a good-looking woman. Her ebony skin shone flawlessly, and her eyes were a light hazel brown, in contrast to her jet-black hair that hung in ringlets around her shoulders. She didn’t flatter herself to be a fashionista, but she didn’t think she was hopeless. Today she wore a fitted navy blue pantsuit paired with a crisp white button-down shirt and shiny black heels. She looked professional, while at the same time showing off her womanly curves. Her generous breasts could not be contained, as cleavage overflowed out of her shirt. She enjoyed showing men what they would never have. She knew she had impossibly high standards, and she liked it that way. She knew her worth, and wouldn’t settle for anything less than what she thought she deserved.
She had completely forgotten about the charity date auction. Probably because she didn’t want to go. Not only was the idea of a man buying her infuriating to her, but date auctions were always incredibly boring. She prided herself on her self-reliant and independent nature. She had grown up in a poor neighborhood in the Bronx, and she had worked hard to pay her way through college and law school. She eventually made her way to Richards & Gerber, one of the top divorce firms in New York City. She had done all of this on her own, without help from anyone, especially not from any man.
“Do I really need to go? I mean, can’t I just write a check for the charity instead?” Alexis pleaded. “No, of course not,” Willa answered, with an irritated look in her eyes. “No, you must go and represent Richards & Gerber. The point is, of course, to help raise money for the charity, but it is also to network, and make new connections for the firm. If you want to become a partner, you are going to have to make some sacrifices. I know you don’t want to go, but you have to. That’s my final decision. The charity is at 4:00 this afternoon at the St. Regis hotel. Be there on time, and do your job.” Willa declared, turning to her computer to signal that the conversation was over.
Alexis was fuming as she walked down the hall to her office. How would selling herself to creepy, rich, old men help the firm? But she knew better than to ignore Willa. Alexis did want to become partner, and the only way that she could do that was to prove herself to Willa. If this was what it took, she was going to do it. She walked into her office and took a seat at her desk. It was a plain desk made of mahogany, with her computer, several files, and a picture of Alexis and her mother the only things she kept on it. Her walls were just as bare, with only the several degrees she had earned hanging on the walls. She didn’t believe in excess, probably because she had never had an excess of anything growing up. It scared her, at times, how much the rich clients she saw everyday took their wealth for granted. She would never be able to understand their entitlement.
Setting that thought aside, she checked the clock on her phone. It was already 1:30, damn. If she was going to this charity, she was going to make the best of it. She would get there early, and sweet talk the wealthy elite that would inevitably be there. She picked up her briefcase and her coat, and walked towards the elevator. As she waited patiently to reach the parking garage, she did a mental sweep of her closet, trying to find the sexiest dress for the charity. She might not want to be there, but she was going to go full out for it. If she did get a decent price, it would make her a talking point to the potential clients present. Maybe even the man who bid for her. The elevator finally arrived at the parking garage, and she walked to her car. She got in and made her way to her Upper East Side apartment.
Once arriving at her apartment, she took off her clothes and got into the shower. As she watched the water flow down her dark breasts, and down her arms and legs, she thought about the last time a man had touched her. It had admittedly been a while. For brief moments she felt the pangs of her isolation. It was only human to desire the touch of another, after all. She walked out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body.
She walked to her closet and searched for the perfect dress for the night. She needed something that would grab everyone’s attention. After some deliberation she decided on a tight red Tom Ford dress that made her breasts look bigger, and her ass look perfect. She zipped herself up and put on her 6 inch black heels before going into her bathroom to apply her makeup. She didn’t want to put too much on, but she knew makeup was an important factor in completing the image of sex appeal. When that tedious task was finished, she transferred all the necessaries into a tiny clutch she would bring with her.
With one final, satisfied look in the mirror she walked out of her apartment to the elevators. She would take a taxi, because she won’t want to worry about her car after the date. Resigning herself to her fate, she hailed a taxi and told him to take her to the St. Regis.
She walked into the hotel and followed the signs for the charity date auction. The hotel was ful
l of people milling around the lobby, some heading for the bar. Well, it was Friday afternoon, so it was to be expected. She made her way into the ballroom that was to hold the charity event, and was pleasantly surprised to see many men already there. She checked into the date auction, and grabbed herself a glass of champagne. As she sipped her champagne, she looked for anyone she might already know. As she was scanning the room, someone tapped her shoulder, startling her.
“Excuse me, Ms. Morgan? I’m sorry if I startled you. Are you alright?” someone asked her as she turned around. She didn’t recognize him, but he was startlingly good looking. He had short spiked hair, and sky-blue eyes that she knew were slowly undressing her. His eyes captivated her, but she soon found herself scanning his body, absorbed by the way his black suit hugged his body, highlighting his bulging muscles. She was pleasantly surprised when she noticed the prominent bulge in his pants. He made a polite cough, and she brought herself back to reality. “Oh, I’m sorry, hi. Yes, I’m Alexis Morgan. And you are?” she said, thankful he couldn’t notice her blushing. He smiled as if he could read her mind, which only made her blush more. “My name is Mark Wallace. Pleased to meet you,” he said, bowing, and kissing her hand. Mark Wallace! How did she not recognize him? Wallace was a well-known playboy, who had more money than most states in the country. His exploits were weekly fodder for the tabloids, but it never seemed to bother him. She felt stupid for not recognizing him right away.
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