The Erotic Motorcycle Club Collection (3 Hot Biker Stories) (4 page)

Frat boy stood back for a minute, admiring the scene while he stroked his own cock. He used his other hand to grab a handful of my tits and bounced them gently on his palm.  The hot water continued to fall, making the air thick and heavy. The water clouded my vision and the bikers all seemed to be a mass of leather and hard flesh as I looked out the fogged up shower door at them. They were all enjoying the scene as well. Many of them had pulled their cocks from their pants and were stroking their members as they watched my naughty shower.

It seemed that frat boy had had enough watching and wanted to take the reigns now. He pulled me up against his body so that my soapy tits were pressed again his muscular chest. He lifted me up quickly, putting my legs around his waist. I wrapped them tightly and held onto his strong shoulders as he positioned his cock against my pussy. I could feel it poised there and all I wanted was to get fucked.  It appeared that frat boy could read my mind.

“I'm going to fuck your brains out now,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. “And then that guy behind you is going to fuck you again. And every one of these guys is going to have his turn with you until you are leaking cum from every hole.” I gasped and moaned, rubbing my pussy against his erection. I wanted to be fucked and used. I needed it. With one hard thrust, his cock burst into my wet little pussy, pushing it open and filling me up. I cried out, but frat boy didn't stop. He gripped my hips and fucked me, thrusting his cock into me hard. He turned and pressed me against the slippery tiled wall of the shower so he could fuck me even hard. The warm tiles pressed hard against my back with each hard thrust but I didn't care. The pain just mixed with the pleasure and I orgasmed for the second time that night, screaming and choking on the falling water as the waves of pleasure shook my body. Frat boy didn't stop his thrusting, instead he picked up speed and fucked me harder and harder as I shook in his arms against the shower wall. With one big final thrust, His cock jerked inside me and he came in rivers of cum that dripped down my thighs. He groaned and leaned against me as he cock finished jerking and started to soften. Gently, he pulled back and lowered my to my feet. My legs were shaky, but I stood and let the falling water wash me off.

The other guy turned off the water and helped me out of the shower while frat boy rejoined the rest of the group that watched. New guy toweled me off, gently rubbing the think towel over my breasts and sore, pink little pussy.

“My turn,” he said finally. “But I think your pussy has had enough for now. How about I be the first to claim your ass?” The rest of the group cheered. I gasped.

“I...I can't. I've never done that,” I gasped. “Won't it hurt?”

“It'll hurt, but I promise you'll love it, honey,” he replied. He helped me down to the floor, where he had me get on my hands and knees. My limbs were shaking from fright but I was still excited and curious. No one had ever fucked my ass before.  The biker positioned himself bind me and spit on his palm. He then gently rubbed his spit over my tight, puckered hole. He massaged my ass until it relaxed and then pushed one finger inside. I cried out and my body bucked, but he persisted, fucking my ass with his finger. My body slowly warmed up to the idea and the pain turned to a strange, pleasurable sensation. He pulled his finger out and placed his cock against the tiny hole. Gripping my hips, he thrust hard, bursting into my ass. I screamed, the intense pain shaking my body. But even as tears fell down my cheeks, I felt my pussy growing wet. The pain felt good. It felt unlike anything I had ever experience. He fucked my ass hard, his cock filling my ass up in a strangely pleasurable way.

The other bikers were restless,  tired of waiting their turn. They drew in close, forming a tight circle around me, jerking off to watching my bouncing tits and my ass getting fucked by their friend. I moaned as all the cocks converged over me. The cock in my ass slammed harder and the men groaned as they grew harder, hotter. Their cocks filled with cum and the first biker erupted, his hot cum spilling over my face and dripping down my neck and throat, to my heaving cleavage.  The cum dripping over my and the cock slamming into my ass were working me into a frenzy. The biker fucking my tight ass seemed to anticipate my heightened arousal and his hand wandered down to my soaking pussy. He slipped his fingers inside me and finger fucked me, his thumb rubbing circles against my clit. The crazy mix of erotic sensations sent me to new heights of pleasure. My body shook, pain mixed with pleasure, as my ass got fucked raw and another biker came all over my back, spilling rivers of cum on my back and hair. I couldn't stand the intensity of it and cried out incoherently, but the bikers' brutal sexual onslaught continued. Cum poured over my face, a cock slammed deep into my ass and fingers pressed deep into my pussy. I screamed as my body finally released. I shook with an orgasm more intense than anything I had ever felt. I lost all control, my body shaking hard as I exploded from the inside out, waves of intense pleasure shaking me to my core. My hardcore orgasm sent the bikers into a frenzy and  more and more of them exploded as well, shooting their streams of hot cum all over my body. Finally, the biker fucking my ass groaned as his cock exploded, filling my ass with his milky seed.

The bikers pulled back, finally giving me room to catch my breath and recover. My body was a trembling mess and I was completed covered in cum. The bikers looked at me with pride, like I was a masterpiece that they had created.

“So, did you enjoy yourself, honey?” the leader asked me, stepping forward from the group. Too exhausted to speak, I just nodded. He laughed. “See? Told you that you would. But looks like you might need another shower. No shenanigans this time. We gotta get our sleep before the road tomorrow and you gotta get back out there before you get fired.” The bikers helped me to my feet and into the shower. I cleaned myself off and got dressed again, trying to make myself look as presentable as possible. My body still felt shaky from the hot gang bang I had just experienced. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I walked to the door and turned around.

“Thank you, for, you know...” I said awkwardly, unsure if I should be thanking them for everything that had just happened. The leader smiled and the rest of the bikers laughed.

“Anytime honey,” he said. “We'll come by again when we come through again. We've still got some more tricks up our sleeves.” I walked back to the front office, still basking in the glow of excitement from my tryst with the biker gang.

Claimed:

Night Riders MC

by Marjorie Lux

Copyright 2014 Marjorie Lux

All rights reserved.

Claimed:

Night Riders MC

Book design by Marjorie Lux

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1: Alone

Chapter 2: Lost

Chapter 3: Found

Chapter 4: Rejected

Chapter 5: Deceived

Chapter 6: Attacked

Chapter 7: Betrayed

Chapter 8: Taken

Chapter 9: Hurt

Chapter 10: Rescued

Chapter 11: Claimed

Epilogue

Chapter 1.

Alone

I always thought my knight in shining armor would show up in a nicely tailored suit and woo me with poetry. Well, it didn't exactly turn out that way. My knight came into my life on a Harley, covered in sweat and dirt. He was everything I never expected and everything I needed.

It was a few weeks after my twenty-fifth birthday and school was out for the summer. I had just finished my third year teaching history to middle school students who couldn't care less about Napoleon or George Washington, and I was hoping for an adventure. Unfortunately, I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska and there wasn't much adventure to be had. I begged my friend Stacy to go on a trip with me, but she was married and had an infant at home. The most she would commit to was a night out at a bar in another town.

“Is this skirt too short?” I asked Stacy, turning around so she could see how much (or how little) of my ass was covered?

“Psh, short is what we are going for here,” Stacy replied with a snort. “You look hot. That skirt is perfect. It will help get you a man, and Sarah you really need to get laid soon.”

“Gee, thanks,” I replied sarcastically, but decided to keep the skirt. Stacy was right. I hadn't had sex or even kissed a guy since my last boyfriend and I broke up almost a year ago. I was only twenty-five, but already starting to feel like an old maid. It wasn't that men weren't interested in me. With my long, thick blonde hair, and slim but curvy figure, men hit on me pretty much everywhere I went. But there weren't many attractive, interesting eligible men in my small town and by now most of them had left for the excitement of a big city or had settled down and gotten married.

I thought I was going to marry my last boyfriend, John. We had been high school sweethearts and everything was just story-book perfect. He and Stacy's husband had been good friends and Stacy and I planned to be each other's bridesmaids and live next door to one another after our weddings. And then I walked in on John getting a blowjob from another woman. My fairytale had come crashing down. I kicked John out and he had moved out of state somewhere, but not before telling me that he had been cheating on me for most of our relationship. After that, I had lost any desire to seek out a new relationship. And now that I was ready again, it seemed like all the men were gone or married.

Maybe the next town over would have an eligible man or two. I wouldn't even mind a brief fling at this point. Although some serious Jane Austen-style romance wouldn't be so bad. It was summer and it was time for some love, adventure, and possibly some hot, mind-blowing sex for my poor, deprived and neglected womanly parts.

I tugged gently on my skirt, making sure it covered the important parts as I followed Stacy out to her car. We had never been to the bar we were going to, but Stacy's husband said it had a reputation among the guys as a great, fun place to hang out and drink some beers. It took over twenty minutes to get there, and when we finally pulled up, I turned and gave Stacy a dubious look. The bar was out in the middle of nowhere, which taken alone was not too uncommon for the area, but the building looked old and  sketchy. Overall, it didn't really look like a promising place to meet my prince charming.

“Hey, don't judge it before we go inside,” Stacy proclaimed. “There might be some really hot farmers in there.” She laughed but didn't look too hopeful. We got out of the car and smoothed down our hair and outfits before entering the dingy establishment.

The inside definitely matched the outside, with dim lighting and worn pool tables that looked pretty filthy. The air reeked of smoke and beer. I sighed, giving up on my hopes of finding an attractive college professor or lawyer who would discuss Shakespeare with me and take me back to his place tonight. The only men around were much older or looked like they had never heard of Shakespeare in their lives. I made a beeline for the bar and ordered Stacy and myself a round of beers. At least I could still get drunk so the night wouldn't be a total waste.

As I waited for the beers, Stacy's cellphone rang and she ran outside to take the call. She came back in just as the bartender handed me the cold drinks.

“I'm so sorry Sarah. My hubby called and he said the baby is sick. I need to head home. I know you wanted this to be a fun night and all. I promise to make it up to you.” She looked really guilty so I tried to hide my disappointment.

“Hey, don't worry about it,” I replied with a forced cheerfulness. “You go ahead. I'm going to finish these drinks and I'll call another friend or my brother to pick me up. You go take care of your family.”

“Thanks, hun.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I promise we'll have a good night out soon and find you a man. You'll have your own family soon enough.” I nodded, swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat. I couldn't blame her for needing to put her family first, but I suddenly felt really alone.

I took a swig of my beer as I watched Stacy hurry out the door to rush back to her new little family. I was pretty sure the night was going to be a complete dud now, but I figured I might as well get drunk before calling someone to pick me up. I downed the first beer quickly and got started on the second. It didn't take me long to drain the second one either, so I decided it was time to move on to something a little stronger. I ordered a rum and coke from the burly bartender and surveyed the room. I realized that I was the only woman in the establishment. Given the ratty décor and the lack of anything pink or girly on the drink menu, it wasn't all that surprising. Plus, it wasn't like there were any attractive guys to chat up here either.

I turned back to the bar to focus on my drink. The bartender had made it strong, possibly in pity for my current sad situation. I flashed him a smile between sips, hoping he would interpret my gratitude and not mistake it for flirtation. I was almost to the bottom of my glass when I heard a loud sound outside. It was like a chorus of motors, mixed with the loud hum of deep voices. It grew louder and then stopped outside the door. Before I had a chance to ask the bartender what was up, the door burst open and in walked a pack of big, muscled men decked out in heavy leather vests covered with patches. Apparently the bar was being occupied by a motorcycle gang. Just my luck.

I decided to try and blend in and avoid eye contact. I wasn't really in the mood to deal with a group of dirty, misogynist biker guys who wanted to look tough in front of their buddies. They were the type of guys I had avoided in high school. I understood why some women were attracted to bad boys, but I had always wanted a man who was kind and gentle and good. I was done being treated poorly by egotistical assholes. I wanted someone I could count on, in all areas of life. I thought I had found that in my ex, but obviously I had been wrong. I needed to find someone who was better than him, kinder and more trustworthy and reliable. Seeking out danger would not get me there.

I turned and stared at my drink as the men poured into the bar. Suddenly, the room felt smaller as the men took over the space and filled it with noise. The room smelled smokey and like dirt and sweat. I tried not to pay attention, but I couldn't help a peek to the side as I watched the men fill the room. A few of them approached the bar and yelled at the bartender for some beers. He quickly poured them out and passed them to the bikers.

A few of the bikers suddenly seemed to notice my presence and I saw some elbowing and gesturing in my direction and some barely whispered words about me. I grabbed my glass tightly, willing them to just walk away and leave me alone. Of course, I had no such luck. After a few seconds, one large, older biker approached me. He looked strong, but had a fat beer belly that betrayed his poor lifestyle. As he approached, my nose was assaulted with the stench of body odor and beer. I tried to turn my back towards him, but the man grabbed my shoulder.

“Hey there,” the man said with a gap-toothed smile. “Aren't you a pretty little thing, sitting here all by yourself.” He brought his face close to mine and his sour breath assaulted my nose. “ Looks like you got all gussied up to find a man and haven't had any luck yet, huh?” I cursed myself for picking such a revealing outfit. “I can guarantee I'm man enough for you. Let me take you out back and show you what a real man feels like,” the man continued, placing one dirty hand on my thigh. I tried to twist out of his grip.

“No thanks,” I replied curtly. “I'm not interested.”

“Hey now,” the man said, a slight threatening tone entering his voice. “That's not very nice of you. I made you a nice little offer and you should be grateful. Others wouldn't be so gentle.” He gestured his head to his pack of friends snickering behind him. My heart jumped to my throat, and I slid off the stool, trying to walk towards the door. The man blocked my path. “Awh now, don't be such a sour bitch and leave so quick. I just wanna have a bit of fun.” I felt panic rising now and I quickly tried to shove the large man out of my path. He stumbled back a bit and anger filled his face. I whipped my head around, trying to see if I could make it to the exit before anyone stopped me. Just as I started to move, another man moved between me and the door.