Victoria pushed the bitch away from him, knocking her over. When she turned to Chad, the thought crossed her mind that maybe Chad wanted to be sucked off in the middle of the room. There were plenty of people engaged in various sexual acts around them. Maybe Chad was turned on and wanted a climax.
After glancing back at the bitch she pushed to the floor, Victoria’s resolve to be Chad’s girl strengthened. She turned back to him and asked if he wanted her to do it for him, to suck him off. Chad looked her over, smiled, and then put his arm around her, and kissed her forehead, "I'm good. But I'm taking your ass when we get home."
His words sent a spike of fear and apprehension through her, electrifying her for the rest of the night, while she wondered if he meant to take her from behind, or if he really meant to fuck her in the ass? She had heard about anal sex, of course, but never engaged in it with anyone. Would he really do that to her?
Victoria squirmed a little on the back seat of the bike as Chad drove them through Juarez, under the blazing stars, remembering that revealing night with Chad.
Her first night with Chad she was giddy, and filled with the excitement of the unknown. There was also an undercurrent of fear, because she couldn’t cut loose the idea that Chad might hurt her. He was handsome, and strong, and very attractive, but she also could sense that he was very dangerous. She still marveled at her boldness with him their first night together, and her claiming of him the next morning. Only four weeks later she understood just how bold she really was. Her actions boarded on stupidity. Dangerous stupidity. She understood now, after several object lessons, just how fortunate she was that Chad made the advance on her, and not one of the other men in that bar.
The night of that party she was forced to understand that in this world, the world of outlaw bikers, keeping Chad to herself, was going to require far more from her than good sex and emotional promises. It wasn’t enough to keep the other women away from him, she had to supply what they were offering as well.
So far she allowed Chad to use her in ways she never believed she would experience – or wanted to experience. Whether it was because she had a twist in her that found these submissions sexually arousing, or if it was because being with him was more important than the possible embarrassment or discomfort the act might put her through, she didn’t know.
One night, hanging out at the tavern just after midnight, Chad took her against the back wall. He didn’t ask her, or explain what he was going to do, he just pressed her face against the wall, lifted the skirt she was wearing, and tore away her panties. Feeling the fabric of her panties being ripped off her, was her first clue that Chad intended to fuck her, right there in the bar!
When she felt his cock pressing against her pussy, she was still stunned that he was doing this. People had to be watching. They were in the dark area back by the office door, but they weren’t hidden at all.
She had a moment, she realized, that she could tell him to stop. She believed he would too. But she also believed that if she did play that card, it would be the beginning of the end with him. So the question became, was she willing to be fucked in public by him, in order to be his woman? The answer came surprisingly fast, and instead of struggling, she lifted her ass so that he could enter her easier.
The resulting climax from that sex was so intense she couldn't stand straight after he was done. Chad had to hold her against him, so she didn’t slide down the wall. When she turned around, expecting the lewd grins of an audience, ready to face them with defiance, she found no one watching them. She wondered if he planned it that way, or if he cared if someone watched her.
She took some solace in the fact that Chad had made it clear that she wasn't a club bitch. He made it plain she wasn't available for any of the other patch-holders to use, like the club bitches were. She was exclusive to him. She still wasn't sure if he was exclusive to her, and that caused some mental mind-fucks when he left the house without her to visit his friends or go to the club. She knew other women wanted him. Shit, he was good looking, a patch-holder, seemed to have enough cash to live on, and had one of the better bikes she had seen in the club. He was a stud.
When they arrived home from that party, she was worried about his announced intention for taking her in the ass. She hoped that he was just saying it, like a joke or something. It scared her a little because all she had heard about anal sex from her girlfriends was that it hurt. Chad’s cock was a monster, and his vigor during climax was close to violence. The only imagery her mind was coming up with was her bent over the bed, screaming in pain, while he fucked her with a smile on his face. It wasn’t an appealing image.
Hoping he forgot or wasn’t serious, she came in the door with the plan of getting him a beer and then distracting him with other pleasures. She was on her way to the kitchen when he told her to stop. She stopped and turned to face him. Then he told her to strip off her clothes.
She was wearing a leather vest and some leather pants, both of which he bought for her. Victoria stood near the middle of the living room. She hesitated for only a moment, because of the open curtains, and then stripped her clothing for him. Having no experience at stripping for a man, she didn’t know how to put on a show, but she gave it her best. Once she took her panties down her long legs, she straightened back up and presented herself for his inspection, by curving her spine, lifting her ass, and pressing out her breasts. He walked around her, devouring her with his eyes, while her body shivered with expectation.
Reaching out he slapped her on the ass, setting her right cheek stinging. She yipped in surprise, but didn't cower or try to move away from him. "Look at that ass," he said. "Not even a jiggle. Solid as a fucking rock."
She blushed from the lust in his voice, and the possessive way he looked her over. She took pride in his possessiveness. She was his, and see wanted to be his.
As he came back around her, he took a hold of her right nipple, pulling it, stretching her breast out with it. She groaned from the pain, while struggling to remain where she was. "Fucking breasts are tight too,” he mused. “Can't believe how sweet this body of yours is Victoria."
She smiled, but didn't say anything, mostly because when he was like this with her, she quavered so deeply with arousal her mind couldn't think of anything to say. No prior lover had looked at her like he looked at her. When he looked at her it was a physical, tangible act. He studied her. The intimacy of his gaze incited a riot of emotions. She could feel his enjoyment of her, and knew she was uniquely important to him.
"You want to be fucked tonight, Victoria?"
"Yes, Chad, you know I do," she whimpered, her nipple still in between his fingers, stretching.
"When are you going to run home little girl?" he asked. His voice slurred a little, and she knew he was more intoxicated than she believed he was at the party. Chad, unlike most of the others, rarely drank to the point of intoxication. Her wariness was slightly aroused by this unusual occurrence, but she didn’t move away.
"I want to be yours, Chad. Can't I just be yours?" she asked.
He let go of her nipple and she gasped at the release. "Guess we are going to find that out," he told her.
Trembling she wondered what he had planned while biting at her lip.
"Get in the bed Vicky and spread yourself out." He told her.
She didn't hesitate, hurrying to the bed. She positioned herself in the middle of the mattress and fluffed her hair a little. After turning around and laying on her back, she spread her legs for him.
Chad followed her back to the room with a lazy stride. When he got to the door, he pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket, lit it, and inhaled. Then he looked her over, leaning against the door jam. "Get yourself off. I want to watch you come, Vicky,” his voice was casual, but commanding to her anyway.
Masturbation wasn’t a major skill for her, so she balked for a moment. Her solo sessions were always tentative and faltering. When she did bring herself off, she huddled in her bed, under her sheets, as if she was
hiding from herself. On several emotional levels this was probably the case. The feeling that she had to masturbate, that she had no other outlet, was mostly a feeling of shame and inadequacy. Climaxes from her own hand carried the same emotional baggage, weighing them down. When her climax came she didn't let it go far, just enough to satisfy the hunger.
Visualizing her solo experiences, she was certain this wasn't what Chad wanted to see. He wanted her to do herself like he did her. He wanted to see her push herself, and bring herself to a full orgasm. He wanted her to perform for him.
Taking a deep breath, and shoving down her feelings of inexperience and inadequacy, she started with her flushed breasts, where her nipples were hard and tender. Rubbing them with both hands, she moved her hips a little for him. Wishing she had some sort of reference for this, something to use as a guide, she let her right hand soothe down her abs, to her thighs. Then she put her hand on her pussy and found she was already wet and heated. She gasped when her hand rubbed down her clit to her entrance, not expecting to find herself so hot. Her clitoris was hard as a small pebble, and excited to the point of being slightly painful to touch.
She massaged her pussy lips feeling them swell, and then she put a finger inside her opening, gasping as her hand brushed against her clitoris again. Unbidden, her hips rose to take her finger.
Chad watched her with detached interest, making her feel like she wasn't doing enough, fast enough. He took a drag off the cigarette and exhaled, with no sign of arousal. Was he bored? God please don't let him be bored, she prayed.
Driven by this rising fear, she started fucking herself with her finger, performing faster and deeper strokes. Her clit was on fire as she did this, and the urge to put her other hand down there was overwhelming, so she gave into the urge, and found her clitoris with two fingers of her left hand.
The first contact with the heated nub was harder than she intended, and a shocking agony lifted her hips off the bed, causing her to moan-out and press her head back into the mattress. Instead of pausing, to let her clitoris recover, she pressed forward, rubbing herself with eager circular strokes, while continuing to fuck herself with her other hand. Her hips twisted in dismay and her ass clenched and pushed off the bed in erratic humps, but she continued to push herself forward.
A single finger was suddenly not enough, so she added a second and then a third, feeling her pussy walls stretch with these added intrusions. The sensation had her shaking her head back and forth in a few moments, fighting against the twisting agony of her growing orgasm.
She couldn’t let herself come too quickly, not like she normally did when she masturbated, and she knew she wasn’t experienced enough to fake a good orgasm. So, pushing herself, and controlling it long enough so the release was as hard as possible, seemed like the only solution.
It wasn’t long before her moans were nearly constant, and her body was in continuous motion, begging to be released from the agonizing grip of her restrained orgasm. She glanced back at Chad and found him more interested now. There was lust in his eyes, and seeing it there made her rub her clit even harder.
Her legs and hips ceased to be under her control. Her heels were dug into the mattress and her hips rose and fell like she was fucking the air.
Moaning uncontrollably, her body writhing under the strain of a barely-restrained orgasm, she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. Searching Chad’s eyes again, she whimpered in a desperate voice, "Is this what you want, Chad? Can I come now? Please?"
"Yes, Vicky," he told her, his interest now intense. "Let's see what you got."
She let go and her climax consumed her. Her first instinct was to stop her hands as soon as it engulfed her, the orgasm was already well past the point she normally experienced from masturbation. But she knew Chad would be disappointed with this, so she fucked herself even harder while the orgasm rolled her, pushing the climax to continue; rubbing her clit until her abs clenched up so hard they pulled her body and thighs up into a crunch. Her mouth and throat were fully engaged in her out-cry. She was able to keep the orgasm roaring, but it scared her. She felt she was fanning the flames of a fire that could leap out from her control to turn wild and vicious.
Victoria’s eyes rolled back, like an animal caught in a fire, her body quaked and convulsed on the bed, and then she simply couldn't keep her hands on herself any longer. The agony and rocking releases were more than she could endure. In a final act of defiance she gripped the bed with her right hand, clawing at the bed spread, while her left hand rubbed her clit furiously until the next spasm forced her to stop.
Gasping for breath, her chest heaving as she gulped at the air, she twisted in the aftermath, letting it ride her.
Her body was sheened, glowing with excursion, as her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. She prayed that she did it right. He had no way of knowing it was her first time, and trying to explain that would be too much like whining. Swallowing her nervousness, she looked back to him, hoping to see appeasement.
He was studying her, as if he was seeing something new, a new quality. Something he hadn't expected, something perhaps surprising, but she couldn't tell if he liked what he saw. After reaching over to snub out his cigarette in an ashtray on the dresser, he looked back to her, "Now get on your knees at the edge of the bed."
His voice was clear, and he wasn't slurring at all now. His face gave nothing away. She moaned with the possibility that she didn't give him enough, that she had done something wrong. Still shaking from her climax, she got her knees to the edge of the bed and put her ass into the air like he asked.
"Any of your college boys fuck you in the ass, Vicky?"
"No," she said and her voice came out close to being a squeak.
"I didn't think so, but that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to fuck that sweet ass of yours." Chad told her. "You alright with that? Still want to be with me?"
Shivering with fear and wild anticipation she said, "Yes, Chad."
"Do you want it, Vicky?"
"Yes."
"Tell me, tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me in the ass, Chad," she said, her voice quavering, and her thighs shaking inside a storm of conflicting emotions. He was really going to do this!
The realization cut through her nervousness about the masturbation show, and slapped her with the reality that Chad planned on putting that monster of a cock of his, up her ass! Her mind just wasn’t accepting the reality. She blanked.
She heard him open the nightstand and looked over to see him remove a small plastic bottle.
"Would you really have sucked me off in the middle of the party tonight?" he asked her.
She searched for an honest answer, and then said, "Yes."
"Why would you do that Vicky?"
"Because I didn't want that bitch doing it," she told him, a little defiance shading her voice.
He was behind her now, but she didn't turn to see him; slightly afraid of what she might see.
"That Kathy, she sucks a mean dick," he mused.
"I can too," she blurted without thinking.
He paused for a moment and then shrugged, "You do alright."
His less-than-enthused tone shot a bolt of dismay and pain into her gut. "Kathy is a saggy ass tramp!" she stammered.
Chad laughed and rubbed her ass, "I'll give you that one."
Cold liquid poured down her anus, and then he probed her with his finger, working it inside. "You have a really tight ass here. I'm going to enjoy this. Trouble is, since you are so tight, it's probably not going to be as good for you, Vicky. In fact, it might hurt."
His finger pushed inside of her, the liquid making the entry slick. The sensation of his finger spreading her anus open was odd, and uncomfortable. But the possibility of Chad doing this with Kathy, or one those other tramps held her still, and her tongue quiet.
"Try to relax your ass muscles. Don't tighten up. You’re already tight enough to do me just fine," Chad told her, and his voice was more soothing tha
n it was before.
"Alright," she agreed and tried to do what he suggested.
After working her ass with his finger for a while, she heard his zipper go down. She listened as he removed his boots and then his jeans. Once his pants were off she glanced between her legs and saw his cock was fully aroused.
The first time she saw that cock was the first time she thought she might have made a mistake going home with Chad. It wasn't the length, so much, as the thickness which quailed her -- although he was also longer than her previous lovers too.
Shit!
She turned away, looking at the headboard, willing her ass to relax. She didn't want to be hurt, but she didn't want him fucking Kathy either. Not in the ass, not anywhere, and she had no doubt in her mind that tramp would take it and beg for more.
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