“Yeah, I know the type. I get that all the time. When I tell the people I work with what I do on the weekends, a lot of them judge me. I don’t care though. Fuck’em. You’d probably never guess but I’m a legal aide. I wear cute little skirts, blouses and heels to work,” Sheila admitted.
“I wouldn’t have.” I told her.
“That’s not me, though. Here, I can be myself. I like dressing like this. I love getting a little fucked up and taking Locke home and letting him have his way with me. I love riding my bike. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I know people like your friends. They seem to spend more time worrying about how to fit in with the crowd than just being themselves. You don’t seem like that though,” Sheila told me.
“I don’t think I am. I just didn’t realize that my so-called friend would act the way she did,” I said and then for some reason told Sheila what Dutch and I did last weekend. I felt comfortable with her. I knew she wasn’t going to judge me. She listened and even smiled excitedly at the good parts.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah. I can’t believe I found it so satisfying even though Dutch left me hanging like that. And the way Dutch looked at me...wow!” I told Sheila honestly. I still got all warm inside when I remembered that night.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, Shauna. I’m all for women’s rights, girl power and all that but in bed, I love it when Locke takes over. Some women might like being in control, but I don’t get it. I like being his plaything. I love it when he holds me down and gives it to me. I love being his biker bitch and submitting to him. Locke’s a nice guy, easy going and a lot of fun but when he gets that look in his eye, I think you know the one I mean, I get all wet and weak in the knees,” Sheila explained and I knew I blushed.
She put words to everything I’d been feeling. I wanted that too and Dutch had given it to me. He took control and satisfying him was enough. I didn’t want to be equal in bed. I didn’t want to discuss what a guy wanted and give him permission. I wanted a guy to take what he wanted from me, not plead with me. That was more exciting and satisfying than anything a guy could do for me physically. Dutch had shown me what that was like and Sheila let me know I wasn’t alone in that desire. Becky could keep her polite metrosexuals. I wanted a man to take control and take me along for the ride.
“Wow! That’s exactly how I feel,” I replied. Sheila smiled and took my hand.
“You want to have some fun, Shauna?” she asked. I wondered what she meant and for a moment, I hesitated. However, I reminded myself that here I wasn’t going to be judged.
“Sure, what do you have in mind?” I asked. Sheila got a devilish grin, stood and pulled me along behind her.
“Body shots!” was all she said as we went to the bar. I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but then Sheila pulled off her halter top setting her big breasts free and then kicked off her heels and shimmied out of her tight jeans. I watched her undress, completely caught off guard. What the hell was she doing? I was glad she stopped before removing her panties. She called over to the bartender as she climbed onto the bar and asked for a bottle of Kahlua. Some of the patrons began to gather around us.
Sheila lay down on the bar in only her panties. She took the bottle, opened it and poured some of the liqueur over her naked torso. “Body shots. Come get some and don’t be shy,” she told me. Then Sheila took one of her breasts in her hand and began sucking her own nipple. I watched and giggled. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
Then Dutch was behind me. I turned and looked at him and he nodded his head towards Sheila. This was all so crazy but suddenly, I wanted to lick the shot off Sheila’s naked body because Dutch wanted me to. I took a deep breath, turned to Sheila and began slurping the coffee flavored liquor from her torso. I could hardly believe I was doing it. As I licked and sucked the Kahlua from Sheila, more people gathered around us and began to shout and cheer.
I ran my tongue over Sheila’s pale skin, sucking the puddles from her tummy. Then began licking her breasts and sucking her nipples. God, it was exciting doing something so naughty in front of all these people. I’d cleaned up most of the Kahlua from Sheila when she sat up, took my face in her hands and kissed me. “Your turn!” she said as her lips left mine and I would have been shocked at the kiss if I wasn’t terrified by her suggestion.
“No, no, no!” I said, but Locke and Dutch tossed me up on the counter next to Sheila and she began pulling my top off. Next, my bra came off and I was topless. I wanted to cover up but the people gathered around us, both men and women, cheered loudly. I felt self-conscious but I couldn’t deny that this was arousing. Then Sheila wrapped her lips around one of my nipples and poured Kahlua down my heavy breast and into her mouth.
It felt nice the way she sucked and bit my nipple as the cool liquid ran down my naked breast. She gathered a mouthful and then she kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth and we shared the shot of liquor. I was lost in the excitement and my hands found their way to Sheila’s big tits. We kissed long after the Kahlua was gone, our tongues playing between our lips. Finally, she pulled away and hugged me. I hugged her back.
“You did good!” she whispered in my ear and then she turned to Dutch and said, “Your turn.” Sheila, poured Kahlua between my breasts as I held them together and Dutch drank the liquor as it ran down the valley between my tits. Then Dutch began sucking one of my nipples as he pinched the other. Damn, that was hot. I lifted his head up and kissed him. His hands squeezed my breasts and then massaged the ample flesh of my hips. After a moment, I pulled away.
“Will you let me come tonight, daddy?” I asked loud enough for everyone to hear. I didn’t care who heard. I was turned on and I wanted to come. If I had to call Dutch daddy, so be it.
“Damn right!” he said. The crowd around us howled and hollered at that. By the time, I got off the bar, Locke and several other people had done shots off my naked torso as well as Sheila’s. We became quite popular. However, when the Kahlua was gone, Sheila and I got off the bar and went back to our table still topless with Dutch and Locke in tow. The crowd wasn’t happy. Before we sat down, Sheila hugged me again.
“Don’t worry, I’m not a lesbian but pretty girls are hard to resist. I like playing around,” she said and then kissed me. Our tongues danced between our mouths and then we parted. I wasn’t sure what I was doing but I couldn’t believe how much fun it was.
“I know. It was fun, thanks,” I said. Locke tossed us each a moist towel he’d grabbed from the bar and Sheila and I cleaned up and dressed. We spent a few hours drinking and talking but as I got more and more buzzed, all I could think of was fucking Dutch’s brains out. Finally, Sheila ended my torment.
“Baby, take me home and fuck me,” she said to her husband and Locke didn’t need to be asked twice.
“Duty calls. It was a blast. I’m so happy we met you, Shauna,” Locke said. I hugged him and kissed his cheek.
“You too,” I told him and then turned to Sheila. I kissed her this time, slipping my tongue into her mouth. It was fun, but I think I understood. The boys liked watching it and it got them fired up. I even reached down and squeezed her round ass for the guys benefit.
“You want to come home with us?” Locke asked and Sheila laughed. I wasn’t quite sure if he was serious or not and Sheila did nothing to help me figure it out.
“No, daddy owes me,” I said as I slipped from Sheila’s arms and into Dutch’s. I heard a low growl from him as he wrapped me up in his arms. We finished saying our goodbyes and Locke and Sheila left. Dutch and I were right behind them. I watched as the couple rode off, each on their own bike, and then I climbed behind Dutch. As soon as we had our helmets on, I asked, “You OK to drive?”
“I’m cool. Locke and I’ve been sandbagging for the last hour while you and Sheila have been getting messed up,” Dutch said. He was right. I wasn’t fall down drunk but I was feeling pretty good. Dutch fired up his bike and then we roared off.
This time I held on tight but I didn’t hide behind Dutch. I let the wind hit my face and it was amazing.
I slipped my hand down the front of Dutch’s jeans and found his cock. I squeezed and fondled it as we rode. At a red light, I told him, “Now I get why bikers always have a woman behind them.”
Dutch looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Our secrets out,” he said. The ride home was kind of a blur. Between the booze and the excitement of riding on Dutch’s bike, we were back at my apartment before I knew it. I led Dutch to my apartment and told him to have a seat once we were inside. I got naked immediately. I didn’t care at that point; I was going to get laid.
“You want something to drink?” I asked.
“Not that water you call beer. You got whiskey?” Dutch replied. I did. A bottle of Jack Daniels left over from a party. I fetched it for him and then got to my knees between his legs and handed Dutch the bottle. He unscrewed the top as I pulled his cock out of his jeans. I didn’t waste time, taking him into my mouth and giving Dutch a sloppy blowjob while he sipped the whiskey. God, this was so fucking hot servicing him like that.
“You were pretty hot tonight,” he said as I stroked his cock and sucked on his crown. He put his hand on my head as he took another sip of whiskey. “I want my cock in you so bad. Take me to bed,” Dutch said and I sucked him for a moment more before I got up and walked towards my bedroom. Dutch followed and I heard him growl as I shook my ass for him. Once in my bedroom, I turned, took the bottle away and kissed Dutch as I began undressing him.
It hit me suddenly that I hadn’t even seen him naked. I couldn’t wait. I pulled away and worked his jeans down his legs, unlacing his boots before letting Dutch kick them off. I stripped his jeans past his feet and then reached up and did the same with his briefs. Dutch took his t-shirt off while I finished. Once he was naked, I went to my bed and lay down on my back facing him. Damn, Dutch was magnificent.
His wide shoulders tapered to a thin waist. He was lean and covered in muscle, his chest broad and defined, his abs hard and cut. I felt my pussy swell as he came towards me. I’d never been with a man like him, a real man. Dutch knelt between my legs and pushed them into the air. Then he dove in and began sucking my pussy. I squealed as his tongue slipped between my glistening lips and delved deep.
However, Dutch did just as he did the previous weekend, bringing me to the edge and leaving me there. I writhed and moaned as he ate me and held me just short of orgasm. “Daddy, why won’t you let me come?” I asked. I was buzzed but still, calling this man daddy made me feel so submissive and I loved it. Dutch looked up.
“Patience, I like eating pussy,” he said crudely and went back to work. I have no idea how long Dutch teased me or how many times he took me to the precipice only to leave me wanting but it was fucking incredible. I was desperate but aroused beyond belief. Finally, Dutch climbed onto the bed, placed a hand on each thigh, pushed my legs against my torso and slammed his thick shaft into my pussy.
I shrieked as he began to thrust slowly, my pussy stretched around his hard steel shaft. He wore an evil grin as he teased me, fucking me far too slowly to let me come. I was losing my mind. The sensation of his cock filling me along with the view of his amazing body looming over me was too much.
“Please, daddy. I need to come, daddy. Please let me come,” I begged. I felt a raw sense of humiliation having to beg Dutch to get off and it was delicious. That seemed to be all Dutch wanted. He wanted me to beg him, to show him I was all his. His thrusting quickened and his hips slammed into mine sending ripples through my lush flesh. I met each hammering thrust with my hips as they churned beneath and then I exploded. I shrieked as my body arched and a mind-blowing climax ripped through me. Dutch grit his teeth as he bore down and gave me everything he had.
Before the bliss had even subsided from my first orgasm, the next crashed into me. I couldn’t even scream as the pleasure stole my breath. I had handfuls of my comforter as I held on for dear life. Dutch’s fingers squeezed the soft flesh of my inner thighs. I thought it couldn’t get any better but Dutch had other plans. His hands left my thighs and he wrapped one around my neck and slapped my face playfully with the other.
“Did you like kissing her tonight? Did you like showing your tits to the whole bar and letting those other men take shots off your sexy, naked body? Do you like showing off your curves?” he asked and then slapped me again.
“Yes, oh God, yes!” I screamed as I rode another wild and wonderful wave of sheer ecstasy. Yes, I loved all of it. I loved kissing Sheila. I loved exposing myself to the crowd at the bar. But most of all, I loved letting Dutch have his way with me and the way he looked at my plump body. My head was spinning as the alcohol and the orgasms conspired to steal my sanity. Dutch slapped me again and then pinched my nipple and twisted roughly.
I screamed and another wild eruption of pleasure coursed through me. Dutch’s hips rammed into me like a jackhammer and each impact of his body against mine sent shock waves through my ample flesh. He slapped one breast and then the other as I felt his cock swell and he tensed. He was close but he kept fucking me. One final shattering climax spread from my core to every corner of my body and the room sparkled and threatened to go black.
Dutch grunted and began to pull from me, but that wasn’t going to happen. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled Dutch back in. Dutch growled in satisfaction and his cock erupted within me. His hot orgasm filled my pussy as he grabbed my hips, his hands sinking into my indulgent flesh, and held his cock deep within me. I could only giggle and laugh as the sensations overwhelmed me. I felt Dutch spasm inside me and then he relaxed. His cum dripped from my pussy as he collapsed onto me and slipped his tongue into my mouth.
I wrapped my body around his and held him as he stroked my hair. Suddenly, the badass, dominant biker held me tenderly. Dutch lay on top of me, our hot, sweaty bodies heaving as we fought to catch our breath. I’d never been so satisfied or felt as sexy as I did right then. Dutch had taken me along for a ride and what a ride it was. He nuzzled my neck as I basked in his attention.
“That was fantastic, daddy,” I said. Dutch lifted his head and looked into my eyes.
“That’s all you had to do. You just had to give yourself to me. As long as you let me have you like I want, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” Dutch told me. I liked that, but I needed something from him.
“Do you really think I’m sexy?” I asked. Dutch raised an eyebrow.
“Shauna, don’t get me wrong, your body is fantastic. I love your curves. But that’s not why you’re sexy. You’re sexy inside. I saw it that first night. I told you I like a challenge. When I saw you sitting there in that bar I knew you didn’t belong there. I saw a light inside you that none of those other girls had and I was right. Yeah, I really think you’re sexy, inside and out, and you proved it tonight,” he told me.
That’s all I needed to hear. I knew he meant every word. I don’t think Dutch was capable of holding back his thoughts and opinions. He might have been a man of few words but when he spoke, his words were genuine and honest. I hugged Dutch to me, “Thank you.”
“Just telling you the way it is,” he said.
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The next morning after Dutch left, I met Becky at the coffeehouse and told her everything. I told her about riding behind Dutch, about his friends at the seedy bar, about the body shots, about kissing Sheila but when I told her about the sex with Dutch, I took my time and didn’t leave out a single detail. I did it as much to shock her as to measure her. I wanted to know how she’d react. I wanted to know if she was a true friend or not.
“That’s just...disgusting,” Becky said.
“What part?” I asked.
“All of it. Letting all those people touch you, kissing that woman...,” she began to say and I’d heard enough.
“Wait a minute. What happened to all your tolerance? I thought you were all for gay rights, but I kiss a woman and it’s disgusting?” I challenged her. Be
cky seemed to be at a loss for words. It seemed a little logic and reason was too much for her. I wasn’t a lesbian and Sheila and I were just playing around for the guy’s benefit, but that didn’t matter.
Becky, and a lot of my friends, wore their supposed tolerance on their sleeves. They talked as if they were somehow more tolerant, more compassionate and more accepting than the masses. However, their actions proved just the opposite time and time again. They said one thing because it made them feel good, but did another. I knew what was coming next and I was dead on.
“Well, you’re not a lesbian,” Becky said. There it was. The exception that made what she said the right thing. I fit in so Becky and those like her accepted me. I was like them so I was OK. However, as soon as I made choices Becky didn’t agree with or understand, she started looking down her nose at me. However, Dutch and his friends were real. They weren’t pretending to be anything they weren’t just to fit in. One Dutch was worth a hundred of the metrosexual so called men I used to date. One Sheila was worth a hundred friends like Becky.
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