MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE: AMANDA’S DEMONS (PART ONE) (Biker MC Erotic Romance) (2 page)

BOOK: MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE: AMANDA’S DEMONS (PART ONE) (Biker MC Erotic Romance)
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I strode across the dusty main road, completely oblivious to the oncoming traffic, screeching to a halt around me, to where the Harley Davidsons, all chrome and cooling engines, were glinting in the sunlight.

The bar was a pure western style saloon. The owner, Jed, was a friend of James’, and he had installed the double swinging doors just six months before, expressly for the purpose of attracting more out-of-towners and the occasional tourist we got in here, fresh off the desert, looking for that authentic ‘Old Western’ feel. The tying posts and water trough outside, show only of course, only added to the old west feel.

Normally the bar would be filled with easy listening, 80’s and predominantly British sounding indie music, the preferred soundtrack to the post-work drinks brigade that normally frequented the bar. Today though, it was an altogether heavier mix. Death metal, Iron Maiden, Slipknot and Nirvana blared out of the jukebox, filling me with a sense of danger and excitement. I stood outside for a moment in the hot midday sun, momentarily unsure of myself, working out how I would make my entrance. A rush of adrenaline filled me, taking me completely.

“Well Amanda, you have come this far. Let’s change your life forever” my inner devil seemed to shout.

I stood outside the double-swing saloon bar doors and smashed them open. The crack and rattle turned heads as I walked in. The whole bar had gone from mid-town theme bar and family eatery to the devil’s drinking hole. No one, but no one was in there except for Jed, his waitress and the bikers. Everyone else had clearly fled when they had rolled in.

Jed looked at me for a moment with a surprised, no a shocked expression. He knew I was a teacher, and that at 11am, I should be in class, explaining math or reading stories, not striding confidently into his bar.

What came next would have shocked him to the core. I was burning my marriage bridges just by behaving this way, knowing how much he and James talked. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.

I strode over to the pool table, where two of the big, muscular bikers were shooting a game. Others were standing or sitting watching, neat bourbon in their hands. I drew appreciative glances and the odd whistle as I model-walked over, head up and tits out – headlamps on full beam. I had a good body, being only 24 years old, and my ass was as pert as it was covered up by my dress. I moved to the table, and swept away the pool balls into the various pockets with a swift action of my arm.

“Hey!” one of the bikers started to pipe up. “We’re playing here”

“Well boys” I answered, “Instead of playing with yourselves, why don’t you play with me?”

I turned around and lifted up my skirt, revealing my plain white cotton panties beneath. I lay back on the pool table and lifted my dress clean over my head. Bra and panties, tits staring up at the ceiling. Legs trembling slightly. I waited for the fucking I knew that I would be getting…

 

The men stood there for a moment in a kind of shocked silence. I had a terrible feeling, for just a moment, that I had judged them all wrong. I imagined the humiliation that would come of putting my dress back on and walking sheepishly out of the bar, back to the school where I would have to hand in my resignation, or be fired for leaving my class alone, back to my house to pack a few meager belongings, before catching the next greyhound out of the town. That just couldn’t happen!

I needn’t have worried. Within a couple of seconds, the pool player nearest to me came over. He bent over the pool table and took a long look at my pretty face, simply made up in schoolteacher shades, and planted a big, soft kiss on my lips. His moustache tickled, and I smelt the bike oil and leather on him. It was a sexy smell. I wrapped my arms around his back, barely able to get them around his muscular frame, and opened up my legs. His kiss deepened, his tongue explored my mouth, probing in to my teeth. A kiss of real passion and also considerable tenderness. I felt his hot breath on my cheek as we moved together, his manly embrace making me wet and horny simply from that act.

Then I felt my legs being opened by two strong hands. The kisser was not the opener. His friend had set down his pool cue and joined us. Other men closed in around us, forming some kind of barricade to the watching world, protecting mine, and their modesty, at least in part. They were clearly waiting for the main event to begin, but were also curiously quiet, not the whooping and cheering that I might have been expecting.

The second man started to kiss around my upper thighs. Each ticklish kiss moved closer to my pussy, still modest in its white cotton panty covering. The warm feeling of the bikers’ lips, the slight scratching of his beard and then coldness of the saliva on my upper thigh was such a turn on. Then he connected with my pussy lips through my panties. He began to eat me out, through my panties, soaking them with his spit. Heaven. I ached to take them off, to open up my legs, to show the entire bar my neatly trimmed flower, unbroken by childbirth, as tight as their fantasy.

The Kisser moved his hand to my breasts. He rolled his fingers around my nipples, digging them out of my bra and tweaking them between his strong, manly digits, making them hard. Then his kissing moved from my mouth. I bent my neck backwards as he kissed my chin, my cheeks. He lingered with his lips on my eyelids, my closed eyes allowing the bright orange glow of the pool table lighting through them, dancing shapes across my vision as the kissing continued on my eyelids. Electric shocks zoomed from my clit to my brain as my cunt was kissed and nuzzled by the second man – the Licker.

Then the kisser moved his kisses towards my sweet, ice cream titties. He kissed the nape of my neck, nuzzling in there, so that I felt his moustache tickle and his long hair against my face. His big tattooed hand cupped by boob, holding it like an ice cream cone, and my nipple hardened more, waiting for his lips. The kissing moved across my shoulder, collar bone and then his lips locked on to my pink, hard titty. He kissed around my nipple, then on the tip, feeling each contour with the tip of his tongue. Then, prolonging the tension, he blew on my nipple. Such tender and gentle loving from such a big brute of a guy.

The Licker moved his hand inside my panties. He felt the downy, blonde bush. His fingers started to explore my wetness. He opened me up and gently caressed around my lips, letting his forefinger get coated with my silky quim. The juice coated him, and I welled up with more, fully lubricated, ready to take whichever cock was coming my way. He pulled my panties to one side, taking in the full view of my perfect, tight, schoolteacher’s cunt. My legs widened so that it opened up and pouted at him. He dove down onto me. I felt his beard on my inner thighs as his head moved from side to side. He licked and sucked on my clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure to my brain. I moaned, indicating my pleasure and letting him know that he was on the right road. Female satnav.

His drove his tongue deep into my pussy. I felt him eating me out, darting around inside me like a trapped fish. The pleasure of his tongue was heightened by the Kisser and his lips, clamped around my nipple, his other hand stroking my stomach, softy and gently, exploring my stomach, my belly button and the contours of my six pack. My pussy was full of cream, waiting for the fucking I was getting, but I wanted to pleasure these two guys who were working so hard to get me turned on. I wanted to feel the pleasure of two cocks, to explore unknown and unexplored pleasures with my two big muscly bikers.

I reached over and to the side, to where the Kisser was standing. I drank in the sight of his oily Levi’s, the big Texas belt buckle, and the straining cock in his pants. I grabbed his ass with my hands and squeezed, appreciating the tightness and firmness of his buns. I dragged him towards my willing mouth, tearing at his buttons on his fly as I did so. One, then two, then three buttons gave way, the hard cock beneath straining to be free. I reached my hand inside his pants and immediately felt the warm meaty flesh of his fully engorged member. No boxers, no briefs, just pure unadulterated cock met my grasp. I pulled him towards me further, grabbing and pulling out his cock as I did so. The tonguing on my pussy grew more intense as the Licker gazed upon his buddy’s mighty weapon, hard and erect, resplendent in my hand. I pulled him towards my open lips and clamped them around the head of his cock. He moaned, and grabbed my head, around my ears and held me tight, holding my head still as he began to face fuck me with his massive hard cock. It felt so good to have that mighty member pounding into me. I opened my lips still further, feeling him go further in with each thrust, letting him move the veiny shaft to my cheeks, then the back of my tongue, then to the back of my throat. I deep throated him, gagging the first few times but then letting him go completely to the back of my throat. I held him deep down, breathing through my nose, feeling his balls against my chin. Then the face fucking began again, my head held rock steady as he fucked my open, willing mouth.

The Licker clearly thought that he should move things up a notch too. He ripped off my panties, to the cheers of his watching buddies, and pushed my thighs wide apart and back up, contorting me, so that my gaping, glistening pussy was wide open for all to see. He dove down onto it, sucking hard on my clit, pushing his tongue even deeper inside me. I grabbed the Kisser’s ass even tighter as the shock of even deeper tongue penetration gave me my first orgasm. It ripped through me, coating his tongue with my quim, making me ache for his cock.

The Kisser loved the taste. He rolled his head around on my cunt, drinking it in. Then he came away from me, letting the whole bar see my open cunt, and came up to join the Kisser at my head. I sat up, letting the cock out of my mouth and greedily unzipping my new swordsman’s fly. This cock too was going commando, and seemed to be even bigger than his buddy’s. I took this one in my mouth too, savoring the familiar, but subtly different tastes as I compared both cocks. Lick, suck, I kissed and took in each cock, my legs wide open, inviting whoever wanted to come and lick me some more. No second invitation was required, and within ten seconds and new bearded Hell’s Angel was down there, licking and tongue fucking me with a new gusto. These guys clearly loved the taste of a schoolteacher’s pussy.

I had abandoned all care now. All sense of my old life. I wanted to be with these guys forever. I wanted their life. I wanted to be a part of them. I grabbed the two cocks in each hand and squeezed them tight.

“Take me with you, and I will let you fuck me every night. All of you!”

A cheer went up around the bar. This was clearly a good offer, the best they were likely to get in a long long while. Here was a young woman, married but virginal, offering herself to anyone for the cost of a ride.

I grabbed the Kisser’s cock and led him around to between my legs. I wanted to pull him inside me there and then. I had had enough of seduction, I wanted to be used.

He smiled at me and put his hands under my ass, giving us both the angle to fuck me deep, and then he guided his cock slowly towards my wet cunt.

I resumed the action on the Licker’s hard cock, taking it fully in my mouth, giving him the treatment I had given his buddy a few minutes before. Back of the throat, gagging on his thick member.

The Kisser had the head of his cock inside me now. I was so wet; I wanted to feel him fully inside me. He was teasing me with it. Just the head, mini fuckings, so that I could feel him. I was desperate for that full veiny shaft to fuck me fully and completely.

“Beg for it baby! Beg me to fuck you”

I played my part.

“Fuck me now you big biker fuck. Stick it right up inside me. Right up to your balls you fucking stud”

The Kisser did as he was told. Each vein, each contour of his mighty cock seemed to ripple against my clit, sending me to heaven with each millimeter that it penetrated me. I felt so alive, so full of cock as the shaft entered me. It banged up inside me, impaling me, making me feel like I would explode. I moaned, wanting to cry out but not able due to the massive cock at the back of my throat.

The shafting began in earnest. In, right up to his balls, then out again to the tip. Each stroke brought me closer to my multiple orgasm, each stroke coating his hard sword with more of my glistening pussy juice. This guy was good. He knew how to fuck a little white woman like me.

He reached under my back and popped me further up on the table, so that we were lying down on it as if we were in bed. His lips clamped around my nipples as he fucked me, his balls swinging underneath him with each stroke, banging up against my ass. He felt perfect.

I knew his buddy wanted to fuck me too. I pushed the Kisser away slightly and bade him to lie on the table.

His cock stuck up in the air like a lighthouse, and I couldn’t resist taking some more greedy slurps on it, as though sucking a pop sickle. I loved the taste of my own cunt juices on his cock. I tasted so sexy. So wrong. So right.

I grabbed the cock between my fingers and straddled him. I guided him up inside me and sat down hard on him, rising slowly, my back arched, showing all of the men my amazing tits, sticking up into the air with my erect nipples. I wound my hips around him, soaking his curly pubic hair with my cunt juice. Then I bent over him and showered kisses all over his face. As I did so I pulled apart my ass cheeks.

The Licker knew exactly what to do. I had never even tried anal, let alone the double penetration that I knew was coming. It would probably hurt, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel so full of biker’s cock that I could burst.

The Licker kissed my ass, and then started to wind his tongue around my rim, circling it, getting it lubricated. It was a new and sensual experience, especially as his buddy’s cock was already in me, balls deep. As his buddy shafted me he climbed onto the pool table and guided his cock deep into my ass. I let him in, relaxing my asshole and letting his cock do the work. It entered me slowly. It didn’t hurt, but it was a brand new sensation. I felt that I had been fully fucked, that I was completely full of hard gristle. The sensation was unbearable. I came immediately. The multiple orgasms shook me. I shuddered and cried out, to the cheers of the men around the table. I collapsed onto the Kisser, both cocks filling me, thrusting in and out of me.

BOOK: MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE: AMANDA’S DEMONS (PART ONE) (Biker MC Erotic Romance)
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