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The men paused.
“Really?” John growled, his eyebrows raised. “How good is good?”
I giggled.
“Well, I’m no chef from the Cordon Bleu, but I can do a lot of classics, not to mention a lot of comfort food. Meatloaf, burgers, spaghetti with meatballs, and even broccoli quiche if you like that kind of stuff.”
“Nah, no quiche,” Sam said immediately. “That shit is for French people.”
“Speak for yourself,” Art interjected, shooting him a dirty look. “I appreciate fine French fare.”
I giggled then.
“How about a ham and cheese quiche, then?” I asked in a conciliatory tone. “That way there are no veggies, although you know I’ll sneak some vegetables in somehow.”
The men were appeased, and soon, I was puttering about in the kitchen whipping up some of my specialties. In fact, my food was so good that within a few days, I was preparing all of the meals at the lodge, and never felt so accomplished doing it. After all, five hungry men can be very appreciative when you satisfy their stomachs, and I was basically catering to them morning, noon, and night.
Of course, we were having plenty of sex as well. That goes without saying. This was my initiation, after all, and so when I wasn’t cooking, I was basically fucking the five of them like crazy and my body was used to its utmost. My pussy and ass dripped come non-stop, and more than once, I swear I couldn’t taste anything but seed. I’d literally eat a scoop of ice cream, and yet the only flavor I was getting was male semen and I’d moan with pleasure, my nipples going tight once more.
The bikers adored my responsiveness of course, and they aren’t exactly gentle lovers either. If anything, the depravity I encountered blew my mind while satisfying the whore deep within. For example, I still remember the first time using the breeding stand.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my eyes going wide with delight as they strapped me onto the padded bench before lifting my legs high in the air. “You know I’m on the shot, right? You won’t be able to get me pregnant because Depo-Provera lasts for three months, and I just went to the doctor before I came.”
John merely lashed my ankles to the bars on the side so that basically, I was on my back with my legs straight up in the air and parted for easy access.
“It’s no problem, sweetheart,” he rasped. “We like our girls to soak in our come. You don’t need to necessarily get pregnant, although you’d look beautiful with our child in your belly, Xenia. We just want our girls to be immobilized after we ejaculate so that you get the full effect of five loads of come.”
Goodness, he was dirty! As a result, I let them pump my ass and pussy full while strapped to the breeding stand, crying out with pleasure as they ravaged my tiny holes. Even worse, they didn’t unstrap me from the breeding stand for two hours after finishing that particular session. Instead, the men would come over at random intervals and gently insert their fingers into my pussy and ass, stirring the warm fluid inside.
“Oh yeah, she’s fertile,” murmured Joe as he pulled his finger out of my vagina, the thick digit coated in white wetness. “Shit, I know we could knock her up with twins.”
“Twins?” Nicky smirked. “More like triplets, quadruplets, or even quintuplets. Xenia’s being fucked so often, it’s only a matter of time before she conceives.”
Of course, they were ignoring the fact that I was currently on birth control, and yet their words made my pussy twinge because oh my god, what would it be like to start birthing babies for these bikers? How many would they want, anyways? It seems crazy, but hearing them talk about my fertility only made me even hornier and more desperate for male cock. It was as if my ovaries exploded, and all common sense vanished from my being. Instead, all I wanted was to stay barefoot and pregnant in the lodge, catering to the bikers’ every whim.
But I’m not ashamed. This is what I need to achieve satisfaction, and I’ve never been so blissed out in my life. It’s something that I worked on with my therapist because society teaches that women aren’t supposed to feel this way. We’re supposed to look for our “one and only,” who’s supposed to be a Prince Charming riding in on a white steed with a sword in hand. At the very least, he should be a handsome billionaire dressed in a suit who arrives with a bouquet of roses behind his back.
But conventional romance has never been enough for me, and the fact is that I don’t care about success, money, or the material things in life. All I want is enough to have a comfortable existence, and a couple cocks to sit on each night. I need to be gangbanged to satisfy the slut within, and being with the Cannon Biker Club has satisfied that craving. I get dicked when I’m least expecting it, and even when I’m expecting it too, and my life has never been more wonderful.
But now, we’re nearing the end of the two-week initiation period, and I wonder what comes next. I think I’ve passed the initiation because I’ve been servicing the men enthusiastically, and my body can feel the wear and tear. My pussy’s ravaged; my anus is raw and tender; and even my jaw aches because Sam has a thing for savage face-fucking. Plus, there are male handprints on my ass and thighs, and even a couple love bites on my breasts from when John got carried away suckling at my teats. Oh yeah, they’ve marked me as theirs, and it feels good to know I’ve been claimed.
But what comes next? Surely, they won’t ask me to leave, will they? After all, just last night, all five of their cocks were jammed in my pussy simultaneously, and it wasnotan easy task. Basically, you have to have a strategy or it’ll never work. It began with me sitting down on Nicky’s huge cock first and then leaning over, smashing my breasts against his wide chest. Then, the men pried open my pussy with their fingers, opening it just a bit for each new cock to slip in. It was a logjam, if there ever was one, but I felt so incredible and came multiple times during the process. Literally, I came after I had two cocks deep inside, and then again after three, and then again after all five were buried in my cunt. I couldn’t help it because it felt amazing to be stuffed full like that, and frankly, it’s been my dream to indulge in that particular nasty act for years now.
But what’s going to happen going forward? Idly, I sit back in the massive tub on the first floor, soaking my privates in a lavender-scented bubble bath. Goodness, I think I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, although no one’s said anything about my impending departure. How would I even leave? I don’t even know where my stuff is, much less the keys to my car or my driver’s license.
But at that moment, Art appears in the doorway, his form massive and imposing.
“Hey baby,” he rumbles, coming in to sit on a stool next to the tub. “Are you okay in there? How are you feeling?”
I smile at him.
“I’m good,” is my murmur. “A little sore and achy of course, but I’ll live.”
He chuckles, brown eyes amused.
“You did great yesterday, taking five cocks in your pussy like that. We’re not small men either, so it was a tight fit. Shit, I practically came watching those four assholes squeeze in, it was such a fucking depraved situation.”
I merely titter again, my cheeks going pink.
