Ridden Hard: Taken by the Heaven's Assassins MC (2 page)

The first man swallows hard as I shift my hips seductively. “Uh, yeah, that’s right... share...” He sounds hesitant, but I can see in his eyes that he’s going to do whatever I ask of him.

The second man snorts and gives the first a dismissive wave. “Is this some kinda fucking joke? I’ve known you what, fifteen years? And I’ve never even
once
seen you in your fucking skivvies. Now, you’re telling me you’re gonna hook up with some random slut – no offense – right in here?”

I smile. And offense taken, asshole! “Uh huh. That’s the gist of it.”

“Well, lady... knowing this guy that’s hard to believe. He’s never... uh, gone for that before.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to prove we’re serious.”

Setting my now empty martini glass on the plastic countertop, I turn and approach the brown-haired man. Tilting my head to the side, I lean in and promptly smother his lips with my own. This bold move catches him by surprise, and it takes a second or two before he responds to my kiss – but soon, our lips are making wet smacking sounds as they repeatedly lock and unlock. His mouth tastes vaguely of beer and menthol cigarettes, and the stubble on his cheeks feels rough and scratchy against my tender skin.

My hands move between us, fingers blindly fumbling to unfasten his wide leather belt. I then undo the button and fly of his jeans, which immediately slump around his ankles.

Breaking the kiss, I crouch low and stare for a moment at the highly suggestive bulge straining beneath the thin black cotton of his boxers. A small wet spot is already beginning to form where the bulge ends, right below the elastic waistband.

Reaching out, I jerk the man’s underwear to his knees and free his turgid manhood – which immediately springs up and bobs mere inches away from my face. Spotting a tantalizing droplet of clear precum already oozing from the tip of his circumcised glans, I eagerly pucker my lips and give it a gentle kiss, collecting the sweet-tasting juices of his arousal and swishing them around my mouth.

The second man swears softly and I glance to the side to check his reaction, but he’s cloaked almost entirely in shadow, and I’m only able to make out the silhouette of one hand massaging the front of his pants. “Fuckin’ hell... I can hardly believe it...” he mumbles under his breath.

Pleased, I return my attentions to the first man and open my mouth wide, darting forwards and sucking his cock deep inside. The rim of his spongy head pushes between my lips and scrapes past my teeth, then slides over my tongue until nudging into the back of my mouth. Wrapping my fingers around the base of his thick, veiny shaft, I pinch my lips tight and move my mouth back and forth, allowing his cock to curve just a little down the back of my throat.

The brown-haired man groans and shudders, and I detect a sudden increase in salty flavor as his precum flows. He places a hand on the back of my skull and hunches his hips, urging me to move faster and take him even deeper. Saliva soon builds up and begins leaking out around my lips, while the constant vacuum of my mouth creates rude slurping sounds that echo off the hard tiles of the restroom walls.

Eventually, the brown-haired man moans and backs away from my mouth, then motions for me to stand up. Licking his lips with excitement, he grabs the top of my strapless dress and crudely hauls it down – exposing my bare breasts to his lustful gaze.

In truth, I’ve been forever disappointed that my boobs never grew beyond what I consider medium-small – they’re not even big enough for me to worry about wearing a bra – but that doesn’t stop the man from shamelessly groping and squeezing the perky little swells, pinching my pastel pink nipples and making them grow long and hard between his calloused fingers.

Soon, his hands slide down my dress, gliding across the smooth plane of my abdomen and over the gentle rise of my mons, and then darting between my legs to probe the supple flesh of my mound through the blatantly wet gusset of my panties.

I can tell that my condition surprises him. “Fuck, you randy little girl!” he exclaims in a hoarse whisper. “You’re like totally dripping wet for me!”

The sad truth is I’ve been horny all day long, so my condition has nothing to do with
him
in particular... but I’m not about to correct the guy!

Pressing a palm flat to my abdomen, his hand slips under the elastic waistband of my panties, fingers searching through the bushy mat of my pubic hair for the folds of my womanhood. Finding the crease that marks the beginning of my cleft, his middle finger pushes between my lips and curves under my crotch, slithering along the slick line until reaching the clutching threshold of my expectant pussy. Without hesitation, the finger curls upwards and jams deep into my burning hot depths.

I moan and lean forwards, my entire body shivering as I hunch my clit into his palm and drive his finger even deeper into my copious wetness.

“God, you’re such a slutty little girl!” comments the first man with a sly grin. “You’re like fuckin’ dying to get off, aren’t you?” I can feel his penetrating finger rubbing the fine ridges that line the interior of my canal, pressing right into my g-spot and causing my aching need for release to intensify tenfold. Although I’m doubtful that he’s truly aware of what he’s doing in there, this kind of thing always makes my juices flow!

With a low moan, I place my hands on the biker’s stubble-covered cheeks and give him a quick peck on the lips. “Of course I’m fuckin’ horny, cowboy... so don’t take too long to figure out what your cock’s supposed to be doing, ’cuz even bikers might need to piss!”

The finger withdraws with a barely audible slurp and the brown-haired man hurriedly finishes taking off my panties, leaving me wearing nothing more than the narrow band of my blue dress scrunched around my midsection.

He promptly lifts my right foot up onto the countertop, causing my sodden womanhood to gape open lewdly as he angles my pelvis towards his crotch. With one hand on my ass and the other around his rock-hard cock, the man carefully aligns himself between my legs and rubs the saliva-coated head of his sex up and down between my inner labia. I’m not entirely sure which of us is making the other wetter!

The second, black-haired man speaks up from the side. “Hey, just to be clear... you guys aren’t gonna use a...”

The brown-haired man glares at his friend and immediately jams his glans directly into my clitoris, generating an intense burst of tingling pleasure that makes me cry out and shiver with desire.

“Ah, okay... fuck it then!”

With that, the first man shoves his cock down to the expectant mouth of my pussy, and lunges forward.

I gasp aloud and feel my knees grow weak as the thick rod of his sex spears into the sweltering heat of my inner sanctum, stretching and filling me in a single stroke. He immediately reverses direction and withdraws from the tight grip of my sheath, but before slipping out completely shoves forwards again with even greater ferocity, slamming his groin against mine and whacking the bottom of my raised leg – which almost knocks me off balance.

I wrap my arms around the man’s neck for support as he begins taking sort but rapid thrusts, the angle of our copulation causing his pubic bone to stimulate the buzzing pearl of my clitoris every time he drives home. The warm glow of sexual pleasure in my core intensifies and begins spreading outwards, and it soon feels like my entire body is vibrating in anticipation of reaching blissful sexual relief.

God, I so need this!

A few minutes later, the man stops thrusting. Without uncoupling our bodies, he swoops me off the floor and sets my bare ass on the cold plastic countertop, where I lean back against the cracked mirror and spread my thighs wide, lifting my knees all the way up to my chest. The brown-haired man pulls my ass a bit towards him, then hooks his thumbs behind my knees and resumes sawing in and out of my pussy.

This new position allows for even better depth of penetration – and to my complete surprise, I can actually see my abdomen moving up and down dramatically as his cock thrusts in and out. The weight of the brown-haired man’s driving body is slowly forcing my legs to flatten against my sides, while his swinging ball sack keeps whacking deliciously into the sensitive knot of my asshole.

I close my eyes and groan in ecstasy, tossing my head back and forth against the mirror. My juices are really flowing now, and the once soft thwacking sound of our dry skin contacting has shifted to the distinctive lewd slurping of soaking wet genitals rapidly merging together. The man’s frantic lunges are violently shaking my entire body – my breasts rolling in undulating waves on my chest and my bare feet flopping loosely in the air. The flesh of my vulva is burning hot from the relentless friction, and the urgent ache of tingling pleasure is beginning to engulf my thighs and as far up as my chest.

“Oh god, yes!” I moan between wheezing, ragged breaths; my hands braced against the slippery countertop for support. “That’s it you bastard... fuck me harder! Oh fuck, yes, yes – I’m almost there!”

“Fuck, baby... your cunt’s so tight... so hot, an’ wet... I’m gonna fuckin’ nut it!”

It takes my preoccupied brain a few seconds to process his slang. “Uh, please... mmm, please... don’t finish in me,” I whisper – my standard direction to every intimate partner I’ve had since being tricked into losing my virginity in the sixth grade.

The man’s formerly smooth and measured strokes turn rough and erratic, and I can feel the muscles in his body straining with pent-up tension – and I know he’s right on the edge of release.

“Oh god, fuck what?” he groans, just as his hips plunge forwards and his crotch holds tight against mine.

My eyelids flutter open in alarm. “Hey – I said don’t come in me!”

The brown-haired man grunts loudly and I feel the length of his manhood pulse and swell larger... but then at the very last moment, what I said finally registers in his brain and his groin jerks backwards.

No sooner does the bulbous pink head of his cock clear the threshold of my canal, than a huge spurt of thick white cum shoots out and splatters me square inside my gaping cleft – the boiling hot fluid thoroughly coating my labia and streaming down the crack of my ass.

With his face all red and sweaty, the man grabs his slick penis and squashes it hard against the top of my mons, groaning loudly with pleasure as he ejaculates rope after sticky rope of bright white semen all over my pubic hair and abdomen, with a few of the more powerful jets reaching far enough to stain the blue fabric of my dress.

When the last of his cum dribbles out, the man cleans the gooey mess off his cock by wiping it through my bush, and then takes a few unsteady steps back from the counter.

Looking down at my obscenely cum-streaked body, a huge smile spreads across his face. “Goddamn it babe... that was fuckin’ great!”

Trailing my fingertips through the gooey splatters on my skin, I clench my jaw and frown unhappily. He didn’t last nearly long enough to make me come, and that was the whole point of this little endeavor. But, honestly... what did I expect from a random hookup? Finesse? Stamina? Obviously, that was too much to ask.

At least I have a backup plan!

A
s the
first man yanks up his underwear, he turns to his friend who’s still lurking in a dark corner of the restroom. “Hey, you gonna have a go at this strange?” he asks, jerking his thumb towards me as if I’m some piece of meat. “Got a wicked tight cunt... though that might be a bit looser now!”

I snort. He was
okay...
but certainly nothing to write home about!

The black-haired man steps from the shadows, shirt pushed high, and sudden excitement flows through my veins. Turns out, he’s fit like a freaking bodybuilder – with a broad chest, bulging pecs, and a rock-hard six-pack. His pants are already slumped around his ankles, and his fist is sliding furiously over an exceptionally large and curiously pale white cock – but of even greater interest to me, is that not only has every strand of hair been shaved clean from his heavily tattooed body... but he’s also uncircumcised!

“Geez, man! I didn’t know you weren’t cut!” exclaims the first man in genuine surprise. “How did I not know that?”

The second man snorts. “Like that’s something I’d fuckin’ share with you!”

Without speaking a single word to me or even bothering to meet my gaze, the second man approaches the counter and positions himself between my spread legs.

I watch in fascination as he dramatically peels back the long, rumpled hood of his foreskin, exposing the shiny, dark pink surface of his visibly wet glans. Bending the thick, veiny shaft of his cock downwards, he rubs the head up and down between the delicate lips of my inner labia, lubricating himself thoroughly with the frothy white cream generated by the friction of my previous partner. Then, he nudges the pointed tip into the swollen mouth of my impatient pussy, and looks up at me.

There’s something eerie about his expression that has my heart beating faster.

Moving his hands to the insides of my thighs, he pushes on them until my knees are literally touching the countertop beside my chest, and my poor joints are absolutely screaming in agony. I didn’t even know I could
do
that! Then, he leans forwards and, using nothing more than the weight of his body, slowly forces his thick phallus to sink into the agonizingly tight glove of my womanhood; pushing and stretching and filling me inch by glorious inch... until our pubic bones come together with a solid bump.