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“Remove the whore’s blindfold,” another biker calls from where he’s perched on a table, drink in hand, ready to get wild. “Let her see how she’s getting used.”
“Yeah, pump her ass full of cum, and let us see it leaking,” Beast Mode roars, throwing off his black metalhead shirt, flexing his hairy body, and sticking out his forked tongue.
Grime laughs before he spits down on her ass again, making it wet enough for him to shove two fingers inside without mercy.
“I’m gonna stretch this ass until it can take my cock, and then I’m gonna whore it out to all of my boys,” he announces to the woman, taking pleasure in the way she flexes against the table while the guy with the beer savagely fucks her mouth. Her blindfold now removed, she stares up at him with teary eyes, choking on his dick. She coughs when he removes it only to let the other guy down his beer and shove his cock in. The second biker is even rougher, making sure she takes him in down to his hairy balls, laughing at her as he tugs her head back by her hair to deep-throat her.
This is my jam.
I take out my cock and grab it at the root, ready for things to get messy. I spit in my palm and start stroking, trying to imagine the treacherous professor getting deep-throated by two large bikers while another one is stretching her ass with his fingers. But instead of satisfaction, barbed wire punctures my heart.
The woman writhes against the table, coming against her own thighs. Her eyes roll back, her moans muffled by the guy pumping her mouth while the other one strokes his cock and fingers her ass. He’s ready to put it in her, but not even that gets me going.
“You know I can help you with that,” Doreen says from the other side of the counter, licking her lips that are covered in red lipstick that makes them harder than plaster. They’re callused from all the dick she sucked.
It’s not something she does because she has to. Doreen likes gang bangs as much as the Flaming Skulls and I do; watching and participating. Once, she opened her legs and let all the guys finger her used-up cunt right here on the bartop while she smoked, Grime flipping his pierced tongue over her saggy tits that had been used by dozens of men. She’s the one that girls contact for fun times with the bikers, and I like to think of her as our manager in that regard.
“Not today,” I flip her off, but she’s a patient woman. She pushes another scotch under my nose, and I down it in a heartbeat, which is uncharacteristic for me.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have lady problems,” she says as softly as her raspy voice allows. “But of course, I know better. You never have lady problems.”
A muscle tics in my jaw. Normally, it would be just another statement that leaves me cold and unbothered, but now annoyance crawls up the back of my neck. And frustration. But I’ll be damned if I let Eva Brannan take away the only kink that gives me pleasure. When I fuck her, I’m gonna make her feel like more of a whore than the one taking two cocks in her mouth and one up her ass while bent over a table.
“To all of them, you’re a prize,” Doreen continues, trying to get to the root of my bad mood. “Which of course you are, you gorgeous beast. I have women lined up right now, ready to pay big money for the privilege of blowing you. But one day that nasty habit is going to ruin your looks.” She slaps my hand with the cigarette.
“Look at you counting all my sins,” I say flatly while taking a drag, looking over Doreen’s head at the bottles shelved along the wall. “One of these days you’ll have to decide whether you want to mother me or blow me.”
“Oh, I want to blow you. But I’m also almost twice your age, so I guess I owe you some mothering.”
One of the things I like most about Doreen is how unapologetic she is about her depravity. She and I are akin like that. It’s why I’ll always have her back. I’ve never let her have my dick in all the time we’ve known each other, but she keeps trying. The age difference takes my mind to another woman who is older than me—the philosophy professor. Even though she’s only a few years my senior, she has enough of a powerful presence to make it feel like more. I’m gonna enjoy fucking the poise out of her.
The Skulls throw the now thoroughly ass-fucked woman at my feet like the used-up cum whore she is, all soiled, sweaty, and drunk on her own orgasm. Her eyes meet mine, and she crawls over on all fours, ready to take me in her mouth while kneeling in front of my barstool. Beast Mode plants himself behind her, grinning down at her asscheeks as he watches the other guys’ cum leak out of her.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” he groans. “You’ve taken cock in your mouth and your ass, but never your cunt.”
The woman nods, her eyes still turned up at me.
“Nice,” Beast Mode hisses with that forked tongue of his. “A virgin whore.” He lifts her by the hair and, as she struggles for balance on her feet, he grabs her hips. Before she knows it, he’s bent her over and pulled her all the way down the length of his tattooed cock, causing her to scream in both pain and surprise.
“I love to wreck a virgin whore cunt,” he growls, watching the blood of her virginity coat his dick along with his friends’ cum leaking onto his leather pants from her ass. Within minutes, she’s rolling her eyes back, quaking with an orgasm that seems to shatter her.
People don’t believe it, but there are women who dream of losing their virginity to a bunch of raging bikers. Like this one here—Mireille Dupoint, the most popular girl on campus. All the women who sign up for this know things may go south and that they might end up more roughed up than they initially signed up for, but that just comes with the territory. Contracts are signed, and NDA agreements are shoved under their noses. Not that we couldn’t deal with the hassle if push came to shove—pun intended—but I prefer to have these things neat and clean.
This is the part where I’m usually horny like a dog and ready to take the woman’s mouth, but I fucking can’t. I just watch her come apart all over Beast Mode’s tattooed dick, and by the look of rapture on his face, I could swear the bastard is falling in love. He’s a free thinker like that. The fact that three of his friends just came in her mouth and her ass won’t stand in his way.
My cock turns flaccid as I watch them orgasm for each other like they found their other half, the idea of replacing this woman with Eva burning me like acid.
I already knew I’d hate to share her with the Skulls when I promised her I wouldn’t do it, but I didn’t think I’d be so enraged by the idea. I’ve also never wanted a woman one-on-one. Some girls have given me head and ass in secluded corners, but it was never the norm, and never satisfying unless it happened in a dark alley or behind a dumpster. Usually, I like fucking bitches who enjoy taking more than one cock at once.
But things are different with Eva Brennan.
My heart does a tiny flip inside my chest, and it fucking takes me aback. I mean, having a new project to plunge into—literally—was always exhilarating, but never quite like this. My cock hardens when I think about Eva’s hot body trapped between me and the door of her apartment, of the flames lighting up in her cold eyes as she stared up into mine. Of the way her hips wiggled when my hand found its way into her panties. Of how wet I found her, even though that could have been my stepfather’s cum leaking out of her.
I let out a vicious hiss that makes Beast Mode stiffen while still buried deep in Mireille’s cunt, and turn my back to the raging mess of drinking and masturbating bikers. I shove another cigarette into my mouth, trying to think of anything except my serious case of blue balls and the woman who caused it.
Fuck this.
My phone vibrates inside my leather jacket. I take it out to see a text in the banner from none other than my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Justine. I like only three people in the world, and Justine is two of them, but my spirits sink when I see what it’s about.
