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Arthur merely grunts as he ejaculates all over her soft belly.
“Yes baby,” he huffs, eyes wild. “That’s what you do to me.”
Meanwhile, I can’t resist anymore either. My hand’s like a metronome on my dick, and I pump myself while sucking deeply on her pussy. Then I explode as well, shooting sperm onto the tiled walls as I roar my ecstasy.
“Fuuuck!” is my loud shout between deep laps at the girl’s twitching pussy. “Goddamn.”
The three of us continue to shake and tremble as our bodies revel in the sensual depravity of our double douching session. Yet as we slowly resurface, I know that we’ve only just started because this girl’s body was made to be worshipped … and with five men doing the honors, the action has only just begun.
CHAPTER4
Xenia
It’s been a few days since I was given a tour of the club quarters by Joe and Sam, and I have to say that I’m a little confused because after the tour came the douching session with John and Arthur. It was wonderful and all three of us came multiple times as they stroked my curves while lapping at my pussy and ass. But after we dried off, I was politely shown to the door with a fond swat on my butt and a casual goodbye.
What the hell? Wouldn’t you douche a girl because you want to get her clean for the sex that comes next? That’s the whole point, right? So I was surprised when I was directed to leave, with no sense of next steps.
But this morning, I got a text on my phone from an unknown number with the wordssee you at 7 tonight. I knew immediately who it was from. It’s the Cannon Biker Club, and they’re ready for the next phase of my initiation.
Still, I wonder if I’m projecting because I haven’t been penetrated by cock yet, much less five cocks. I thought that that would be the first thing that happens because men are jerks that way and love putting their dicks in warm, willing holes. Yet it seems that the biker gang is holding back, and want to put me through my paces before getting down to the truly serious fucking.
As a result, I’m aroused and yet nervous with anticipation as I stand at the biker club’s front door. Taking a deep breath, I look down at my outfit. I have no idea what train honeys wear, but today I decided to go all out. A blue silk mini-skirt hugs my hips, stopping just below my pussy, and I’ve paired it with a matching corset top that barely covers my nipples because it’s so tiny. Not only that, but I have sexy stilettos on that lengthen my legs, and my black hair swishes in a long waterfall around my shoulders. My make-up is done sultry and vampy and I’ve even painted my lips a deep maroon color which gives me a bit of an Elvira look. It’s sexy though, and bit goth too.
You can do this, Xenia, the voice in my head encourages.You want this, remember? You’ve been dying to take five men at once, and maybe tonight’s the night.
The knowledge makes my heart flutter with excitement, and with a determined smile, I push the bell. The door immediately opens to reveal John, and the oxygen evaporates from my chest because the leader of the Cannon Biker Club seems even more gorgeous than before. This man is tall and broad, with wide shoulders that block out everything behind him. Not only that, but he’s got coal-black hair brushed back from a proud forehead, as well as patrician features and bright blue eyes that gleam.
“Hey honey,” John drawls, his azure gaze sweeping over my curvy figure. “Come on in.”
I step inside and see that the four other men of the club are already waiting for me in the main room. Then, the door shuts behind me and the atmosphere feels super-charged all of a sudden. It’s hard to say what it is: the ambient light, the hungry gazes of the men before me, or the huge masculine bodies which are relaxed, and yet coiled with tension at once.
“Hi,” I murmur with a sweet smile. “Thanks for having me.”
“We’re happy to see you again,” Arthur rumbles, his brown eyes roving up and down my figure. “That’s a nice outfit.”
“Thank you,” I titter. “I wore it for you guys.”
“We appreciate it,” John rasps before putting his large palm on my lower back and guiding me to a large couch to be seated. “Can I get you something to drink, sweetheart? We have all sorts of beer and wine, as well as hard liquor if that’s your thing.”
“Oh no,” I say with a smile. “I don’t drink actually.”
The men stare at me with amazement.
“You don’t?” drawls Nicky, who’s so handsome that he makes my eyes hurt. “Not at all?”
I shake my head slowly.
“Not at all. Not one drop.”
“But why?” Sam asks in a low tone. “Of course, if you don’t feel comfortable answering, it’s totally fine. But liquor is one of the great enjoyments of life, don’t you think?”
I shrug while smiling again.
“I’m not sure because I’ve actually never tasted it. Of course, I’ve had rum cake and other treats where the alcohol is baked off. But I’ve never had an alcoholic drink itself, so I wouldn’t know.”
“Very interesting,” rumbles John, while handing me a glass of water. “Sorry, we don’t have anything else. Maybe some juice that we use as mixers but that shit is rancid. Water is better.”
I take a grateful sip of the cool liquid, already feeling overheated.
