Triple Domination:
The Complete Series
MFMM Erotica Anthology
Virginia Bliss
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Virginia Bliss
Written by Virginia Bliss
~~ The scenes in this story take place between consenting adults ~~
Dominated By Three Bikers
My job was not an easy one. Being a barmaid on this side of town was notoriously hard for girls like me - now, I had never considered myself an attractive woman by any means until I began my work here. I was of average height and stature, with a face that looked decently pretty, provided I had on my best makeup.
The only outstanding feature I possessed were my tits, I supposed - they had always been large, though this made shopping a little more difficult for me. I tried to hide them whenever possible - given the clientele I dealt with, I had to take preventative measures like that.
The men that frequented this bar were brash, loud, and utterly unapologetic. It was enough to drive a woman mad - the constant rude remarks, the constant inappropriate flirting. Mind you, these men were all a couple decades older than myself, and they never seemed to fit under the category of 'lookers'.
I supposed it was these daily ordeals that made the pay so good. I knew that some of my more outgoing coworkers flaunted their bodies whilst waiting tables, resulting in huge tips. Personally, I didn't feel comfortable going that far - I'd rather earn an honest living. The base wage offered here was more than enough, as far as I was concerned.
My apartment was nothing but a studio - tiny kitchenette and bathroom giving the whole space a cramped sort of vibe. I was never keen to invite anyone back. Still, the rent was more than reasonable, and my living situation meant that I could get away with working for less than 30 hours per week.
Due to my university studies, I really didn't have time to work during the bar's earlier opening hours. As such, I was often relegated to the night shift - from ten at night until three in the morning. I was exhausted by the end of each shift - there would only be a few of us left at that point.
It was always a mad scramble to leave first, seeing as the last employee left on the premises was in charge of cleanup and making sure everything was locked. Usually, I was able to collect my things rather quickly, but today, the duties had seemingly been left to me, seeing as the other two staff members had given excuses to leave early.
I hated being left alone in a place like this - it was dirty and stank of alcohol, and I was the one tasked with cleaning the spills. I glanced up at the clock - 2:50. Only ten minutes until closing time. I could rest assured that no other customers would try to get a drink - there simply wasn't enough time for that.
Damp cloth in hand, I set about cleaning the place up. The stains and spills were easily gotten rid of, and for once, I actually felt a small sense of accomplishment. Just when I thought I was done with the place, hands already reaching for my purse and the keys, I heard the telltale jingle of the welcome bell.
Shit - I'd certainly jinxed the situation, hadn't I? Turning to face the customers, I tried my best to force a smile - it was up to me to let them know that I really didn't have time to prepare drinks for them. I went over the little speech in my head, confident that I'd be able to pull it off - being firm with customers wasn't my forte, but I could certainly try.
Well, I had been confident that I could try until I actually got an eyeful of the customers. Three men, perhaps in their late twenties, clad in leather jackets. They were burly, brawny men, and the sheer difference in our presumed strength made me worried for my safety. They did not look like they'd be leaving here without a drink.
No - I couldn't let myself give in. I had to prove to myself that I could be strong, that I could stand up for myself. Puffing out my chest, head held high, I made my way over to the group of men, who were eyeing me up in the usual manner. I tried not to let it get to me. I couldn't be swayed by something so trivial right now.
"Excuse me," I began, voice wavering ever so slightly as I tried to force the next words out. "We're closing very soon, I don't think there's enough time left for me to prepare drinks for you gentlemen. I'd love it if you were to come back tomorrow night, however." I smiled, trying to compensate for my nervousness with cuteness.
The men looked at each other, as though trying to silently decide which one of them would be tasked with beating me up. I was already starting to reach for my phone - I knew that it was unlikely that men like these would hurt a young lady like myself, but it was certainly a possibility, and that fact frightened me.
The man in the centre, a blond with a chiseled jaw and a stubbly chin, stepped forward, leaving less than a foot of distance between us. My heart rate instantly increased - his dark drown eyes were almost black in this lighting, and they looked absolutely full to the brim with anger. I cowered without thinking, bringing my arms up in defense.
"C'mon. You're still open. Do your fuckin' job." He spat, albeit with less ferocity than I'd expected. His friends nodded, their brows furrowed as they moved closer. My arms were shaking with fear as I motioned to grab a glass, common sense finally kicking in - I should do what these men wanted, lest they decide to hurt me.
I saw a gun in one man's pocket, and instantly, my heart leapt up into my throat. He must've seen me eyeballing it, for he took it out, dusting it off on his shirt and setting it on the edge of the counter - far closer to himself than to me. This was absolutely not a situation I wanted to be a part of.
"Fine - one drink for each of you." I said quietly, though I had intended to come across as being confident. "What would you like?" My voice barely sounded like my own - it was hoarse and shaky, and my arms wouldn't move the way I wanted them to. I was reaching for glasses, reaching to grab the things I needed, but my body was far too scared to cooperate.
"You weren't gonna serve us, were you? You were gonna call the cops." The man to the blond's left piped up. He had one brow cocked, icy blue eyes staring deeply into my own. I looked down, breaking eye contact for the sake of my own sanity. Truth be told, there had been a minute there where I'd felt the best course of action might be to call the police.
"That's not true-" I retorted, still trying to put up a friendly facade, lest these men decide to act irrationally.
"Evan, let's just get outta here. There are other places open, and this bitch isn't worth our time." The man who'd pulled the gun out of his pocket mumbled. I nodded on instinct, agreeing deeply with his sentiments. Yes, please, find another bar! I'm not worth your time!
But the blond, Evan, he didn't seem to be keen on leaving, much to my chagrin. He stared me up and down, eyes raking over my trembling figure. He had stunning eyes, and whenever they met mine, I couldn't help but look away - I'm sure I looked like a frightened, blushing maiden straight out of a trite picture book.
"I think we should stay right where we are. C'mon, Mike - she's worth our time. And besides, wasn't Adam just complaining about not getting laid? We could kill two birds with one stone here." Evan's voice was thick and rich, dripping with malicious intent as he stepped forward, forcing me back against the wall.
The blue-eyed man, who must've been Adam, grabbed Evan by the back of his shirt, successfully pulling him off of me. I wanted to thank him, but there was a nasty look in his eyes that told me I shouldn't dare. My face felt hot with adrenaline, and the fact that these men had just implied they wanted to fuck me, although nothing new, was worrying.
I was used to sexual offers, sexual compliments, eve
n sexual threats - but never before had a group of men looked so willing to follow through on their promises. I was a panting mess, especially upon realizing that these men were actually attractive - my usual clientele consisted of middle-aged businessmen, so to have men like this around me was rare.
"You're right." Mike spoke up, fiddling with the trigger of his gun as he gazed across the room at me. "She's got a cute face and nice tits. And she's all alone. We might not find a better option for a while. I say we go for it - Adam, take her phone. Hide it. We don't wanna get busted messing with a pretty young thing like this."
I was speechless - there was no way I could stop them from having their way with me, and as Evan stared me down, I was loath to admit that there was a sense of warmth between my thighs already. I furrowed my brow, looking up at him, praying he'd let me keep my dignity.
No such luck - he stepped forward and trailed a hand down my side, stopping to rest on my hip. "With a body like this, you should expect shit like this to happen more often." He chuckled, making a mean-spirited joke at my expense. "What's your name, love? I wanna know that much."
I kept my head down, afraid of looking him in the eye. "Lily," I managed to splutter, nervously trying to push his hand off of my hip.
"Well, Lily, I hope you're ready to have some fun with us." Evan grinned, using his free hand to grope at one of my tits. I bit my lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of moaning this early on. Soon, those hands were at the hem of my shirt, starting to tug it up. He grabbed onto the fabric and used it to yank me forward, nearer to his friends.
Soon, they'd formed a loose circle around me. There were three pairs of hands touching me, and my body was oversensitive. It was true that I hadn't gotten laid since I'd left my ex - that must have been almost a year ago by now. I was starting to become painfully aware of how sexually frustrated I'd allowed myself to get.
"Let's strip her already. Her body's all she's good for anyways-" Adam said, venom in his words. It was startling how these men were treating me, but what was even more shocking was the way I was going along with it - no matter how much I wanted to run, to scream, to cry - I couldn't.
All my body was allowing me to do was to lean into the touches of these three men as they ripped my shirt off and tossed it aside. My chest was heaving as I struggled to catch the breath my surge of adrenaline had stolen from me. I was almost in a panic.
"These are amazing-" Mike grinned, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them to the point where it actually hurt. I gasped, and he simply snickered, a smirk plastered on his unfairly handsome face. From behind, Evan undid the clasp of my bra, and Mike eagerly did away with the redundant garment.
"Bend over." Adam demanded, gesturing towards the bar counter. I hurriedly did as I was told, my mind too caught up in the moment to realize that complying might have been a bad idea. I rested my arms on the counter, tits spilling onto the cold tile. I stuck my ass out at them, still unsure as to what they planned on doing to me - I could only hope they'd be merciful.
A pair of hands suddenly yanked my skirt and panties down around my knees, exposing me entirely. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes - my chest was tight with embarrassment as I felt a single finger trail along my pussy. Shuddering as the finger was pressed inside for one heavenly moment, I let out a strangled moan.
"Slut. You're already wet? You got wet just because we were talking about fucking you?" Evan laughed in disbelief, pulling his finger out. I couldn't respond - I was too scared and turned on to formulate proper sentences. Swaying my hips slightly, I silently begged him to put his finger back in.
Unfortunately, Evan didn't seem keen on pleasuring me. He brought his hand down and spanked my ass with a force I wouldn't have expected. I crumpled against the counter, lips parted in a silent scream, pussy throbbing.
"C'mon, guys - give it a go. Try punishing this little whore." Evan grinned, taking a step back and allowing the other two to hurt me.
Adam's hand was larger than Evan's, but he was a bit more reluctant to apply that much force. Still, the cheek was tender, and having someone hit it was painful, to say the least. My toes curled up in my shoes, I winced and tried my best to stay silent.
Mike hit me with passion, slapping the already abused flesh over and over without warning. He hadn't been satisfied with just one spank - he felt the need to go overboard. I began to cry, but my pussy only grew wetter.
"She likes this? What a pathetic bitch-" Evan smirked, watching Mike spank me until my ass was completely red. "Alright - enough. Hurting her is boring. Let me see if I can get her to show us how slutty she really is." His voice was smooth, and when his breath hit the back of my ear, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
There was a hand running along my sensitive ass, moving to palm at my pussy. I squirmed as Evan's finger circled my clit, knees knocking together as I tried to retain as much composure as was humanly possible under the circumstances. His finger was relentless and skilled, dipping into my pussy and instantly finding all my sensitive spots.
"Fuck-" I panted, head resting on my arms in defeat as Evan violated me.
He pulled the finger out, and I was left completely frustrated.
"If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to ask me nicely." Evan sighed in mock exasperation. Of course - he was going to make me beg for it. I had my pride, but these men were certainly chipping away at it. I screwed my eyes shut, willing him to just put it back in without feeling the need to humiliate me further.
"Such a dumb slut - she doesn't even know how to ask for what she wants-" Came Adam's voice, deep and insulting.
I gave in, voice strained and cracking with arousal as I tried to make myself heard. "Please- please fuck me-" I murmured, ashamed to have even said it.
"Who said anything about fucking you?" Evan smiled. "We're not doing that just yet, Lily - you're gonna have to wait a while." I was about to interrupt him, but he pushed two fingers deep inside of me, effectively shutting me up. I rutted my hips back onto the fingers, hungry and fueled by adrenaline and primal instincts.
"You fine with being our cumdumpster for the night?" Mike asked, a grin audible within his words. "You'd be a great one. A barbie body and and empty mind? You're a perfect little whore."
The words stung, but I was too busy enjoying Evan's fingers to fight back. Not that I'd have much to fight back with - Mike was right. My mind had to be pretty empty if I was letting three men take advantage of me this damn quickly. My hips were moving of their own accord now, pussy desperate to have something fill it.
"God, she's brainless - barely put up a fight. Look how much she's enjoying it-" Adam laughed, watching my body beg for more as Evan fingered me. My thighs were trembling, and I already felt close to climax. I stuck my ass out in an effort to get the fingers to go deeper, but it was clear that they wouldn't be able to satisfy my urge properly.
"More-" I panted, fingernails scraping desperately at the tile of the bar counter. Evan conceded, using his free hand to rub my clit, bringing me dangerously close to orgasm. I moaned - a debauched, broken noise that filled the empty bar. As I shrugged off the last of my dignity, Evan removed his fingers from me.
My legs were weak, and my pussy was hypersensitive due to the fact that I'd been denied my orgasm. I tried to push myself up off of the bar counter, to stand up and perhaps put an end to all of this (though really, I didn't want to just go home and be forced to get myself off), but I came tumbling down to the ground.
The men stood around me, watching me heave my naked body to my knees. My skirt and panties still hung loosely around my calves, and I was forced to shimmy my way out of them, kicking them off completely, along with my shoes.
"Look how pathetic she looks." Mike smiled. I looked up into his dull green eyes, before noticing the tent in his pants that was inches away from my face. Instinctively, I tried to scoot backwards, but Mike simply stepped forward and closed the distance in one move. I brought a hand up out of curiosity, palming at t
he obvious erection. Damn, he felt big-
Mike began to fumble with his belt, undoing his pants and zipper. Slowly, teasingly, he shifted his boxers down - and out sprung his cock. It fell against my cheek, startling me. It was certainly the largest dick I'd ever been confronted with - I stared at it, dumbfounded, wrapping a hand around the base experimentally.
"Do what you're meant to." He demanded, grabbing the back of my head and pressing the weeping tip of his cock against my plump lips. I looked up into his eyes, allowing my jaw to fall open. He made the most of the opportunity I'd given him, instantly shoving his dick down my throat, as far as it would go.
I had never been good at giving blowjobs. I had a very weak gag reflex - something my ex-boyfriend had always complained about. Tears were already running down my cheeks and ruining my makeup, just from having a dick prod at the back of my throat. I struggled, swallowing incessantly, throat clamping down around the invading object.
My hand was still on the base, and I pumped up and down as much as I could, hoping to satisfy him one way or another. It was thick and hot and veiny, and my hand was hard at work pleasuring him. Mike looked down at me, hands in my hair, and laughed. It felt cruel, especially seeing as I was trying my best, but I couldn't say anything with his cock down my throat.
Suddenly, he swatted my hand away - I was surprised. He then shoved me down, forcing me to take him in all the way up to the base. My heart was throbbing, my cheeks were slick with tears, and my nose was pressed up against Mike's flat stomach. I was choking, gagging, but that didn't seem to deter him. I struggled for air, but he held me in position.
It was then that he grabbed fistfuls of my hair, using them to steady himself - he began to snap his hips forward, fucking my face. My throat had wild spasms around his cock, and I looked up at him with watery eyes as he used me.
"Damn - you look perfect like this. You were meant to be fucked. You know that, Lily?" He panted, voice far less intimidating when broken up with moans and sighs. The fact that it was me who had reduced him to this made me feel proud, if only for a moment. I shut my eyes, flared my nostrils, and tried to keep up with his frantic pace.
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