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He positioned himself inside of me, his cock filling me entirely. Stretching my pussy wide, I gripped onto him - not wanting to release him. He slowly pulled away before ramming back into my defenseless hole, sending a shuddering ripple of pleasure throughout me. For too long Clive had only made love to me, gentle and tender. Now I was being fucked by a real man. His thick fingers held me as he threw me onto his cock, basically lifting me up and slamming me onto his sword. He made few sounds as he fucked me, just his shallow breaths to drown out the increasing moans that came from my mouth. His tempo increasing, he slapped my ass with his thick palms, making me yelp, bringing me closer to orgasm.

He had one hand on my waist as he fucked me, the other gradually creeping towards my tits. He pawed at my flesh, grabbing my nipples, pinching them heavily. His hand smacking me wherever it could find room, he constantly punished me.

“
You like that do you?” he said. “I’ll show you how to really be fucked!”

“
Oh god!” I exclaimed, overcome with pleasure. “Fuck me harder, spank me!”

He shifted his position and withdrew, before putting his hand on the back of my head to force me down to the ground. I now lay flat, with only my ass raised. Straddling me he pushed his dick into my hole, made tighter by the position. My pussy held onto his dick as it streamed into me, his hot breath on the back of my neck sending shivers throughout my body. One of my hands reached forward, clutching the rug to support me, while the other reached backwards to feel his cock as it thrust towards my helpless pussy. I rubbed my clit as he speared me, my sensitive tits rubbing on the floor as he rode me into submission.

Suddenly he withdrew, slapping my ass as he did, sending me tumbling to my side. I rolled on the floor and looked up to see him waving his cock in front of me, stroking himself as he thrust his fingers back into my wet cunt. Holding my hands to his balls I tugged upon them, looking into his eyes as he jerked himself. As he groaned he sent a shot of his hot cum across my chest, splattering my nipples and my neck with his sticky juice. As I rode his fingers to orgasm he unleashed his final delivery, his salty cum hitting my lips.

We both remained silent as we dressed, short glimpses at each other – coy smiles.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” he asked, lighting another cigarette.

“Vacation – with my fiancee” I replied, taking one from him.

“Fiancee!” he said laughing, smoke billowing from his nostrils. “When's the wedding?”

“Never” I replied, looking to the floor. “He's not the one for me, clearly.”

“Clearly” Red said, now laughing uncontrollably. He bent over, holding his sides as the reality of the situation hit us both. “He's still in there, isn't he? Waiting for you?”

I looked to the rental car, still parked in the same spot.

“He's still there.”

“Well then Snowflake, what do you want to do? Do you want to leave with him or ride with me for a while?”

“I could do that?” I asked, my mind already on the road. “You'd take me?”

“Long as the rest of them give the okay” he said. “Broken Wings stick together.”

“That's your name? Your gang? Broken Wings?”

“We're all spirits” he said, looking to the sky. “Before birth we're free to fly. With life, our wings are clipped. Broken. We ride because we can't fly yet. One day our wings will heal – we'll fly again in the night.”

“When you die?” I asked, my head still a fog of fucking and thoughts of riding with Red.

“When we die, we're free again” he said.

“I want to go with you” I said, never more sure of anything before in my lifetime. “I want to join you. What do I need to do to get the okay from the others? Is there an initiation?”

“We're a small group, family” he said, his sexy, husky voice resonating with every fiber of my being. “We're just guys, with needs and wants. Show them what you can give them and they'll bring you under their wings.”

“How can I do that?” I asked. In that moment I would have done anything to join them – to please them – to please
him
.

“We share everything” he said, with a knowing wink. “You think you'd be okay with that?”

“Fuck yes” I gasped.

“Go wait by my ride” he said, nodding toward the row of motorbikes. I remembered which was his from when I saw them riding in – the Harley with the red gas tank – room enough for two. “I'll get the guys, and give your fiancee the good news, too.”

It took a couple of minutes for the gang to emerge from the bar. Time enough for me to change my mind – time enough for me to reconsider. There was no chance of that – no chance that I would turn back now. This life was calling to me – this life was all that I wanted.

“Where to Red?” one of the guys called as he jumped onto his bike. “Where are we doing this thing?”

“Annie's” Red replied, his voice strong. “The basement at Annie's. They owe me one.”

It took a half hour until we reached the next town, a half an hour of my riding pillion, clutching onto Red's back – holding onto my new life with a desire to see what exactly they were going to do with me. We finally rode off the highway and onto a dirt track road, where the guys pulled into the driveway of an old, deteriorating Victorian house.

“Here” Red said, leading me to the side of the house. A door was ajar, and lead to a wooden staircase that lead downstairs to a basement. Red took his bandana off and wrapped it around my head, covering my eyes.

“Hands” he said – grabbing my wrists and holding them together. I gasped as he wrapped a rope around them, binding me – placing me entirely in his control. When shackled and blindfolded he lead me forwards, telling me where steps and turns were as we made our way down to the cold basement floor.

“Wait here” he said, as he took my blindfold away. “Remember” he added, staring into my eyes, “we share everything. Family.”

I didn’t have to wait for long. Heavy footsteps came towards the basement door and down the wooden steps. The five men entered, each looking hungry, each staring at me. Red stayed in front of me as the rest of them circled around me, the older of the group coming to stand directly behind me.

No-one spoke to me as the three strangers in front of me formed a circle. My heart began to beat faster and harder as they each produced a mask and placed it over their eyes, then started to unzip their pants. Red took a small video camera from a pocket of his jeans, speaking to me in a hushed tone.

“
When I say action” Red said, “you start sucking cock.”

I nodded, ready. I was still so turned on after watching Red and the waitress, and after feeling Red fuck me, and now three men were busy getting their dicks out for me to suck on. I took in the sights of them all, seeing that they were all mostly hard already. My nipples stiffened as they stood around me, softly stroking their manhoods, each staring at my body. I felt like their piece of meat - like their plaything. Seeing them there, here for my mouth made me feel so dirty, so wet, so turned on. My mouth so ready to suck cock, my body so ready to be used.

“
Action” Red said, flicking a button on the camera. Before I even knew what I was doing I felt a pair of hands on the back of my head, the man behind me pushing me towards the cock in front of me.

I held my mouth open and closed my eyes as I dove onto this first piece of meat, my senses attacked as he pushed his way into my mouth. I gagged on his cock as he forced himself into me, his dick hitting the inside of my cheeks and towards the back of my throat. The man groaned in pleasure as he face fucked me, his thick meaty cock shoving its way down my throat. His hands moved to my tits, grabbing at my flesh through the fabric of my bra. The man behind me moved his hands from the back of my head to the straps of my bra, unclasping it, setting my tits free. The fingers of the man whose cock I held in my mouth flew towards my nipples, roughly twisting them and making my pussy even wetter, turning me on as he used my mouth. I held his balls in my hand as I sucked on him, twisting them while the head of his cock butted against my teeth before plunging down my throat once more. Suddenly his hands grabbed my face and pulled me away from him, his cock twitching as he sent his hot cum onto my face. He landed in my hair, on my cheek and in my eye as he moaned loudly, his knees shaking as he emptied his load onto me.

I barely had time to catch my breath before the man behind me directed me towards my next prize. This cock thinner but longer than the one before quickly flew down my throat, my lips still salty from the cum of my previous conquest wrapped around his meat as he placed his hands on the back of my head and forced his way into me. Just as the previous man had done he attacked my nipples, squeezing my tits roughly as his dick slid down my throat, pressing against the very back of my mouth, making me choke on him. Tears combined with cum as my makeup ran down my face, my sight almost disabled as I sucked and choked on this lengthy spear. I felt my pussy ache, my desire heightening as I continued to be abused my this cock, then felt the man behind me push my panties aside and his fingers rub my pussy. I gasped as he pushed his fingers into me, two of his thick digits twisting down my canal - filling a void that could only truly be satisfied by cock. The dick in my mouth tasted so good, so meaty, so primal as he grabbed the back of my head and slid me down his entire length. He held me with my lips on his pubic hair and shook, my garbled noises pleasing him as I gagged on his meat. Pulling me away he held my head back as he stroked himself, holding my eyes open as he positioned his cock above my nose. With a roar he came, sending his cum into my eyes and onto my forehead before rubbing his cum soaked cock onto my lips.

“
My turn” Red grunted, taking the place of the third man. I dove towards him, my mouth open, guided towards his dick by the man behind me whose fingers were now crushing into my defenseless pussy and bringing me to the point of orgasm. My eyes caked with the cum of the previous two pricks I struggled to hold myself steady, holding out my hand to grab onto my rider's cock. Finding it I stroked him for a second before pressing it against my lips, rubbing the previously deposited cum onto the head of Red's meat before taking him fully into my mouth.

I groaned as he pushed his way into me, thicker and meatier than any of the others he was stronger, more forceful with me. I felt the man behind me grabbing onto my waist as I sucked on Red, feeling him bringing his dick to the walls of my pussy. As I sucked on Red  he pushed his dick into my raw cunt, stretching my pussy as I gorged on Red. He held my head in his hands as I sucked on him, slapping my face as the man behind me slapped my ass. The cock in my pussy felt so amazing as he rapidly fucked me, his balls swinging to kiss my ass as he plundered into me. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body as I was spitroasted by Red and this stranger, a man whose name I didn’t even know but whose cock was now slamming into me with a great force. As I came on his cock, my pussy tightening to grip his dick he withdrew, coming around to stand alongside Red. Pulling out of my mouth both men stood over me stroking their cocks rapidly before both cumming at the same time, sending strong shots of cum onto my face, into my hair, up my nose and onto my lips. As the other men rubbed my tits and pussy I bathed in the cum of these four men, collecting their cum and massaging it into my body, cumming on the hands of these four men as they rubbed my clit and tits.

The room cleared as quickly as it had been filled, the four men leaving Red and I to ourselves.

“What now?” I asked. “What happens now?”

“Now, you're one of us” he said, smiling at me. “Now you're family. Now you've earned your Broken Wings.”

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I had no idea what was going to happen when I walked up to the bar. All that I knew was that I had been paid a good amount of money to do my job - the job that I had been doing for six months.

I am a prostitute. Sure, I can dress it up as much as I want to - I’m an escort, a companion - a hooker. What you call me depends on how much you’re paying. Or, how much I’m willing to accept to fuck you.

This job was different though. This job had been paid for by someone else - by someone who apparently owed my client. All that I had been told was that he was someone who would be happy to see me - once I explained to him who had sent him.

The smell of a biker bar had always excited me. There’s something so honest - so raw about the scent of oil, tobacco - beer. As soon as I saw the line of bikes outside the place I knew - I knew that I might walk out of here a totally different person.

I wasn’t wrong.

The man that I was supposed to meet with was called Storm. A name that when I first heard it spoke so strongly to me. I knew from just that name what he would look like - what he would feel like, what he would taste like. I knew that I would have most likely gone for free.

I walked confidently to the bar - catching the eye of the middle aged woman who was working that shift. I knew immediately that she controlled the front end of this place, that getting on the wrong side of her was a bad idea. I asked for Storm and was waved towards the side of the bar, where a door marked ‘Private’ stood in front of me. Taking a deep breath I rapped on the door, standing back and adjusting my skirt - preening myself for him. Without waiting for a response I opened the door, walking into his office.

“
Who the fuck are you?” he asked, turning to stare at me. “This is my private office. Who said that you could come here?”

I walked towards him, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The room heavy with cigarette smoke, my mind firmly on the plan. My short black skirt rode up my thighs, my white shirt struggling to contain my heaving breasts. My heart pounded as I approached him, aware that if he really knew who I was, if he really knew why I was here, then I might be in a lot of trouble.

“
Who I am isn’t important” I said, flicking my red hair from my eyes. I stood directly in front of him with my hands on my hips, licking my lips as I inspected his body. His tight black shirt displaying his bulging arms, his strong muscles making me weak at the knees. “More important is
what
I am.”

He stood, his eyes wandering around my body. The tension in that room could have been cut with a knife. Each silence spoke a thousand words, each flicker of the eyes, each step, each breath gave positions away. Storm may have tried to play it cool but his body language gave him away. His cock straining against his pants revealing a thick outline, a shadow that I couldn’t take my gaze away from.

“
Oh yeah?” he said, taking two steps in my direction. His head cocked, his cock headed towards me as his meat struggled to be constrained. “Then what are you, exactly?”

I turned, facing his desk. On the wall behind his chair the face of an old man seemed to smile, a portrait that was enjoying the show just as much as its participants. I ran my hands down the sides of my body, slowly inching towards the hem of my short skirt. I looked over my shoulder at him as I grabbed onto the fabric, bending over his desk as I lifted my skirt over my ass, baring my glistening pussy to my host. Widening my legs, I reached my fingers towards my cunt, parting my lips, giving Storm a front row view of my prize. His mouth open, his eyes wide, his cock clearly ready. I stared into his eyes before laying my head onto his desk, waiting for him.

“
I’m your gift Storm” I whispered; “I’m your special surprise.”

Standing against his desk, feeling the hard wood against my stomach - I looked out over his room. Everything seemed so peaceful, so serene. The temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few degrees, the wind whistling in through the open window - sending some of his paperwork fluttering across the floor.

My eyes followed the pages as they flew across the room - my attentions taken away from my client for the first time - I was unaware that he was walking behind me until I felt his hot breath on my neck.

“
Who sent you” he said, pacing the floor behind me. “Who was it?”

“
I don’t know the name” I said, truthfully. “All I know is that he paid in full - and that you’re a very lucky man.”

As I heard his heavy footsteps behind me I felt a level of desire overwhelm me - a level that I’ve never before felt for any of my clients. I wanted him. I needed to feel his cock inside of me.

I arched my back, breathing slowly - not wanting to be easy but wanting to show him that I was more than ready for him. My skin bristling wherever his breath hit me, my pussy starting to wetten - my desire so high for him.

“
Do whatever you want” I whispered, my voice shaking, my nipples starting to harden through my thin shirt. My legs instinctively opening, my stance altering - my hands gripping onto his desk as I realized that I was about to reveal to him how I felt. “I want you Storm. I want you to take me. I want to taste you.”

I turned, coming face to face with him. The silence in the room was deafening, our eyes locked as a thousand unspoken words flowed between us.

“
Kiss me” he said in that sexy, husky voice of his. “Take me. Make me yours.”

I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his short breaths - running my fingernails down the buttons of his shirt. This man, this wonderful man was putty in my hands - his eyes watching my hands before meeting my gaze as I leaned into him, my mouth open to meet his.

Our tongues met, a wonderful and toxic mixture of emotions colliding as our muscles met - licking and slurping, biting and caressing - tasting, feeling each other. His hands grasping at my back, moving slowly to my ass as I held his head in my hands, pulling him closer to me.

I gasped as his hands reached my ass, kneading my flesh gently through my skirt - pulling my cheeks apart. His passion intense as our lips smacked against each other, our tongues reaching deep into our mouths. I wanted him so badly as his fingers gripped onto me, my pussy gushing as I pushed my groin onto his - feeling his hard cock through his clothing.

Clothing that was fast becoming very inconvenient.

I broke from his mouth, kissing his cheeks, his chin - still cradling his head in my hands as I began to allow my legs to buckle - as I began to slide down his body. His hands rising up my body as I lowered myself down his - feeling his fingers grasp at my clothing as I sank. He grabbed the fabric of my shirt and tugged it over my head as I reached my destination - kneeling on the floor, now topless - faced with his groin.

I placed my hands on his stiffness, feeling his pulsating cock through his pants. He felt so thick, so hard - so ready for my wet mouth. Unzipping him carefully, my eyes rising to meet his - I placed my slender fingers inside his opening, feeling for my prize.

He groaned a soft moan as I pulled his cock away from his pants, allowing it to bob in front of my mouth. I looked in wonder at it for a moment, allowing the glistening head to mesmerize me - to tease me. Grabbing his thick shaft with my left hand I brought my right to his balls - stroking his length while pulling at his sack. Making him even harder - even thicker, even more ready for me. Not that I could wait any longer myself, of course. This thick cock needed to me inside of my mouth. I needed to taste him.

I brought him closer to my mouth, allowing my tongue to finally touch on this cock that I had been dreaming about for so long. He tasted so fucking good, so masculine - my pussy practically flooding my panties as I licked his length - rolling around his head and his entire stiffness - nestling in his balls. I took one in my mouth fully and sucked gently, rolling it around my willing mouth as his hands moved to the back of my head.

My tongue knew no bounds, it knew no stopping as I ran my lips around his cock, his balls, his inner thigh. Treating myself to an appetizer before starting on the main course. Running my tongue around his soft, fat head I opened wide and fed his entirely into my mouth - feeling his hard cock hitting the sides of my cheeks, rushing past my teeth and down my throat as my saliva coated him.

His strong fingers gripped the back of my head as he fed his thick, long cock into me - I could feel myself gag on his huge dick as he face fucked me - knowing that he was now using me as his little slut turned me on so much. His thick cock ran back and forth in my mouth, filling me completely as my hands ran down my body, seeking out my neglected cunt.

My pussy was so wet, so open for my fingers. I pushed my hands into my skirt, pressing the warm fabric of my panties - already soaked - against my clit, rubbing myself gently - sending shots of pleasure throughout my body. Gorging on his cock while I rubbed myself, entirely lost in the moment as I pleasured my man.

“
Oh fuck” he gasped, his balls swinging as he pushed his cock deeper down my throat. “Just like that you little whore, take it! Take all of my cock!”

My lips butting against his pubic hairs as his balls slapped against my chin, I felt his dick strengthen even more in my mouth. As good as it was to taste him, I knew that I wanted more from him. As much as I wanted him to cum in my mouth, to feel his hot cum on my tits and my face, I wanted him to fuck me first.

I pulled away from his swaying cock, kissing it all over, holding his shaft upwards as I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft once more, this time keeping my momentum as I kissed his belly, rolling my tongue around his button - sliding my body upwards along his. As my chest reached his mouth he grabbed onto my sides, pulling me closer to him. As my head flew back he buried his head into my chest, his tongue darting around my chest until he found his goal. Taking one of my nipples into his mouth he sucked strongly, sending a positive charge of sexual energy from my breasts to my brain.

“
Fuck” I groaned, “God that’s amazing!”

He bit down gently on my teat, rolling my nipple around in his mouth as I moved my head to his. Taking my hands to the back of his head I lowered my mouth - pulling his head back to kiss him once more. Our tongues dancing with each other, a single stream of our mixed saliva bridged our mouths, my tongue lapping it up as I moved in again to kiss him. We were so close, so entwined in each other - my hands lifting my skirt and pulling my panties to one side as I lifted my ass onto his desk.

My legs wide, I wrapped my man and pulled him closer to me. His stiff cock pressing against my pussy, teasing me, playing with my clit as I tugged his shirt, begging him to enter me.

“
Please” I urged him. “Please fuck me Storm, please - let me feel you!”

He looked at me straight in the eye, letting his thick cock play with my clit - making me squirm as he teased me. Grabbing my thighs he held me open, my pussy trying to reach for his cock - trying to suck it inside of me.

He held my legs wide, gripping my flesh as his cock began to push against the opening of my pussy. My breathing shallow as I stared into his eyes, his desire to fuck me as clear as my own desire to be fucked. Without a single word passing between us he clenched his buttocks and pressed his cock inside of me - stretching my tight pussy as he slowly eased himself in.