He looked back at me standing there hesitating. “You OK?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Then climb on the fuckin’ bike!”
I put on the helmet and got on behind him, grabbing him around his muscular midsection. The Harley roared to life and we flew forward and out of the gravel parking lot, kicking up dust. Road signs whipped by high speed. I clung tighter to JT, amazed by the speed. I’d never been on a motorcycle before. The wind was cold on my bare legs.
Soon, the rumbling of the wheel meeting the road was vibrating through me. Hitting me right between the legs, sending electrical tingles through my pussy. I clenched my teeth and moaned. I didn’t think JT could hear me over the wind and the engine. My cunt was soon soaking through my panties.
I had no idea where he was taking me. We rode for ten minutes in the darkness of the highway and finally he came to an exit and got off the highway, slowing down.
“Let’s have a few drinks at the Cellar. It’s free to drink there and it’ll be empty tonight,” JT said. He drove past tall fences into a big parking lot. There was a dark building ahead of us. The Cellar.
We dismounted and he led me inside. He clicked on a few lights and the room was illuminated. Pool tables, a juke box, a bar, couches, chairs, stools. Framed mugshots on the wall. A big flag emblazoned with the Sons of Hellfire sigil.
“Beer or whiskey?” JT asked.
“Whiskey,” I said.
“That’s my kind of woman. I can tell we’re going to be very good friends.” He poured me out a glass of whiskey and passed it over to me. He poured himself a glass and downed it quickly. I drank mine in four gulps. “So,” he said, eyeing me hungrily. “How’d you like the ride?”
“I loved it. And it’s a nice place you’ve got here.”
“Thanks. So how’d you feel about another ride? A different kind of ride?”
“I think I’d need to see what you mean by that before I agree.”
JT came up close to me. Close enough to breath me in. He leaned down and our lips met. His coarse stubble scratched my chin as his soft tongue entered my mouth roughly. His arm around my middle pulled me in close. My breasts pressed against his muscular chest. I felt like I was floating.
He lifted me up into his arms and we were moving across the room. I felt myself being sat on a table of some kind. My hands reached behind and landed on felt. The pool table. And then I was lying on my back with JT on top of me. His fingers fumbled up inside my shirt and tweaked my stiff nipples. I moaned into his relentless mouth. I could feel his hard cock staining against his thick denim. I reached down to release him from his constraints. He tugged my wet panties off me and pushed my skirt up. The head of his cock met my slit.
“You’re wet, aren’t you, Eve?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“That’s my girl,” he said, as he entered me. “You like to have a nice hard cock inside you, don’t you?”
I gasped and nodded as his prick filled me up, my pussy stretched around his thickness. He started thrusting, moving easily in and out of my wet cunt. My moans filled the air as he slammed me into the pool table’s green felt. I could hear the balls clacking into the each other. I could hear my own wetness, and the slapping sound of JT’s balls on my ass. JT’s grunts were in my ear.
I grabbed him by the leather vest and tugged him closer, so I could feel his scratchy face on my neck, and feel his breath. The smell of leather filled my nostrils and my mind swam. I loved that smell. And JT’s skin. His musk. His aroma sent electricity through my body.
JT withdrew from my pussy suddenly and roughly turned me over. “On all fours, bitch,” he said, gruffly.
This stopped everything. Bitch? He can’t call me that on a one night stand. I suddenly realized he saw me as a random floozy to nail and discard. If I wanted this to continue, I’d need to make him see me differently. If he wants a biker bitch, he better be prepared to really make me his bitch. I turned back around to face him. “I’m no one’s bitch,” I said, hopping off the pool table.
JT watched me, eyes wide.
“That’s what they’re called, right?” I pointed to the mug shots on the wall. Some of them were of women.
“No,” said JT. “They’re called old ladies. And I hate to tell you this, Eve, but you rode bitch on my bike all the way from the Spoon to the Cellar. That’s the dictionary definition of bitch.”
“Well, asshole, if you want to call me bitch, you’re going to have to get to know me better.”
JT stared at me for several long seconds. Then he threw his head back and laughed. “My God, you’re a real firecracker. Fine, fine, you’re nobody’s bitch. You want to fuck or what? I’m losing my hard-on, here.”
I smirked and took his cock in my hand, squeezing it tightly in my fist. JT nearly gasped. I pumped his cock, watching his face. Watching it change from mirthful to aroused. I sped up my strokes and listened to him moan.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.”
“I’ve got a helluva mouth on me, too,” I said.
“I bet you do.”
I pushed him onto his back on the pool table. “Let me do what I do,” I said.
I moved down his body and popped his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock head while my hand continued to stroke his shaft. My tongue found his frenulum and flicked it, sending a shiver through the big, bad biker before me. That’s real power right there.
I took him in deeper, opening my mouth wide to push him way in, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I tasted his precum on my tongue and it spurred me onward. He moaned and groaned as I sucked his thick cock, faster and faster. And then, when I thought he was at the peak of his pleasure, I stopped. So close to orgasm, but no dice. His cock twitched and he moaned.
I straddled him, taking his cock back into my pussy. I put my hands on his leather vest and dug my nails in as I moved my hips and ground into him. “No you fucking don’t,” he said. His hands went to my hips and turned me back over onto my back. “You’re getting fucked tonight,” he said. And he slammed into me like a sledgehammer, forcing a scream of pleasure from my mouth. He went at me like a jackhammer, loud slapping filling the air, and his moans and grunts loud in my ears.
I could feel my orgasm coming like a powerful tidal wave. The warmth in my pussy spread out through my body, every nerve ending tingling. My muscles were pulled taut and I yelled in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure crashed over me and I could feel JT’s pulsing cock inside me, spurting and filling me with hot sticky cum.
And then we were both lying there on the pool table, catching our breath, entwined and warm. The smell of leather and musk was in the air, and I knew I wanted to be JT’s old lady. I wanted to be part of the Sons of Hellfire and I was going to do all it took to make it happen.
As JT’s cum leaked out of me and onto the pool table, a strange sound reached my ears. Applause. Hooting and hollering. JT and I looked up and saw four men in black leather jackets watching us from the door.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer!” JT yelled at them.
They just laughed and clapped.
JT smiled at me. “So, want to meet some of the brothers?”
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