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I was totally exposed to him: he could see my pink little pussy, pressed into my dark flesh, gushing juices for him, as well as my puckered asshole and the light tuft of hair over my cunt.

 

I tried to wiggle away from him but he held me tight, sliding his fingers along my inner thighs and getting closer and closer to my wetness.

 

“Oh, god, Vladimir…” I moaned, the teasing driving me crazy. I supposed this must be revenge for all the teasing I put him through while sucking his dick… Every time his fingers would get close to my pussy, they’d glide away, sliding back down my thighs before beginning their ascent once more only moments later.

 

Finally, though, he glided his fingers over my tight sex, tracing the outlines of my pussy lips, wetting his fingers before diving into me. I gasped and shuddered in his arms as he pressed his fingers into me, two at first and then three, digging in deep and stroking my inner walls. Meanwhile, his thumb began to caress my clit, flicking it back and forth and making me bray like a mule in heat.

 

“Please, Vladimir…” I moaned, not really sure what I was begging him for but knowing damned well that I needed it—whatever it was.

 

“Please what?” he asked, determined to make me say it, determined to make me admit what I, a good little school girl, wanted from this rough biker who had taken me by force.

 

“Please… Make me cum,” I moaned finally. He just grinned, triumphant, and flicked my clit faster and faster, his finger barely touching me but driving me crazy nonetheless.

 

And then, as if on cue, I was cumming. I gasped as my body seemed to explode in his hands, pleasure coursing through my veins and making me whimper and squirm under his touch.

 

This was easily the most powerful orgasm of my life and why shouldn’t it be? After all, this was the first time someone else was making me cum…

 

“Vladimir!” I squealed, gripping my breasts, flicking my own nipples and teasing them, as if giving some respite to the pleasurable ache left over from his bites and nibbles. “Vladimir, I’m cumming!”

 

As if that hadn’t been apparent all ready—my pussy spasmed and my hips bounced in his lap. I gritted my teeth and whimpered, my bucking legs finally starting to relax as my orgasm subsided. I was still panting, however, still strangely drained from the pleasure that had just exploded through my body.

 

But Vladimir wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. He got on top of me from behind, spreading my legs open wide. I gasped as I felt his cock pressing against my wet, still throbbing pussy.

 

“Wait,” I said weakly but he either didn’t care or didn’t notice.

 

He plunged his cock into me, taking me hard from behind. In that moment, I was no longer a virgin. I gasped as a jolt of pain shot through my body before subsiding into pleasure. Gripping my hips hard and grunting, he pressed his cock all the way in, up to the hilt, burying it in my young, formerly virgin body.

 

“Well, if you don’t just have the tightest goddamned cunt in the world,” he grunted as he slid his length out before driving it back into my wet depths. I groaned as I pressed my hips back, taking him into my pussy, loving the way he pounded me—so much like an animal, driving his cock single-mindedly into my aching hole. He was fucking me raw but I didn’t even care. I wanted him to pound me, to rip me apart and make me his.

 

“Harder! Harder!” I moaned, squeezing my tits and moaning like a whore as he pumped deeper and deeper into me.

 

I whimpered and shuddered as he dug his thickness into my tightness, our bodies melding as one while he rode me. He was riding me as if I were a bike, I realized, making my body obey him just like a motorcycle would.

 

I moaned and let out a shriek in pleasure as his cock pressed against the walls of my pussy. He was stretching me apart in the most painfully delicious and agonizing way possible.

 

“You’re just fucking insatiable, Londyn,” he growled in my ear, catching my ear lobe with his teeth and biting it hard—hard enough to draw blood. I gasped and threw my head back, arching my body and feeling his cock slide inside of me, shuddering and moaning as he pounded me.

 

He even slid a finger into my asshole from behind, eliciting the most pathetic of moans from my lips.

 

“No,” I whimpered. “I’ve never had anything back there before…”

 

My pathetic, slutty young moans only got louder and louder as he worked his cock into my pussy, over and over. I must have already drained his dick completely of cum because it didn’t seem like he was going to explode inside of me any time soon.

 

To my amazement, I was getting closer and closer to another orgasm. I felt my body start to shudder, each thrust, each agonizing skewering bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

 

His finger inside of me seemed to be scratching an itch I didn’t even know I had. I whined and shuddered before finally cumming, my pussy spasming around his cock and my asshole clenching and unclenching at his finger.

 

“Vladimir, fuck!” I moaned, writhing beneath him. “I’m… I’m cumming! You’re making me cum!”

 

He just laughed in triumph, driving his cock into me harder and faster. I began to cry: the feelings were so intense, the pleasure so insane.

 

My spasming pussy was penetrated over and over again, in spite of the almost painful pleasure erupting from it.

 

Finally, he seemed to have reached his limit. I felt him grip me hard by the hips and drive into my pussy one last time before gasping and delivering his hot load. I shrieked all over again as I felt him cum inside of me: stream after stream of hot, sticky cum flooded my pussy.

 

He wasn’t even wearing a condom! I was briefly terrified but then, I pushed those thoughts out of my head. Who cared if I got pregnant?

 

I felt as if I belonged to Vladimir now and I didn’t give a damn what he did with me, so long as he enjoyed my body, so long as he continued to dominate me just like this…

 

Sliding out of my throbbing, aching pussy, Vladimir finally allowed me to relax. My body all but collapsed and I sighed, staring up at the ceiling of the tent.

 

Every inch of my body seemed to speak to the intensity of the sex. My very being groaned inwardly at how strong and hard the fucking had been. But, as I soon learned, it was not over yet…

 

He reached over and grabbed me by the hair. I shrieked in delight, savoring his roughness.

 

“Suck,” he ordered, pressing my soft lips to his hot, cum covered cock. I was only too eager to devour his cock once more and I took his hot, sloppy, flaccid member in my mouth, gobbling him down hungrily. I felt him grow in my mouth, getting bigger and bigger, growing harder and harder…

 

And soon, he was at his full length again. I gasped, realizing that he had grown huge once again inside of my mouth, practically inside of my throat. I pulled off his dick and gave the tip a great, big, slobbery kiss.

 

I saw something dark flash in Vladimir’s eyes.

 

“Come with me,” he ordered, starting to stand up.

 

“Wait, let me get my clothes on,” I replied, started to grab for my shirt.

 

I assumed he wanted to go have sex outside—something I was not opposed to, considering how hot and humid the tent had become.

 

The smell of sex and body fluids hung thick in the air. He shook his head, however.

 

“No. No clothes for you.”

 

“What? No, Vladimir, I—“

 

But he grabbed me hard by the hair. I squealed and followed him as he dragged me out of the tent to the dying bonfire. A few of the Jester Kings were still up and they watched me in rapt silence, gazing on my nude, well-fucked body.

 

Tears fell from my eyes as Vladimir led me to a motorcycle: a huge, vicious looking machine, almost like an animal made of steel. He forced me over it, my pussy pressed against the seat and my ass in the air, pointing toward the rear of the machine.

 

In a moment, before I knew what was happening, Vladimir produced a pair of handcuffs and lashed my wrists to the handles of the bike.

 

“Vladimir!” I screamed. “What are you doing?”

 

“Just getting you ready to go for a ride,” he growled, straddling the bike from behind. He spread my ass cheeks and spat onto my tight hole. I gasped, whimpering and wiggling my butt.

 

“What are you doing?!” I demanded to know once more. But still, he said nothing—merely spat onto my ass again and plunged his fingers into my tight hole. I whimpered, taking his two fingers and shuddering as he spread me open wide with them.

 

“I’ve never had anything back there…” I whined. “Not there… Please…”

 

“Please what?” he demanded, grabbing me hard by the chin and forcing my head back to look at him.

 

He could see the fear in my eyes and I knew that just made him want me more. My curvy ass beckoned him, wiggling in spite of my fear, my asshole clenching and unclenching around his fingers.

 

“Please don’t fuck me in the ass,” I whimpered. He continued, in spite of my protests, to finger my back hole.

 

“Your mouth says no but your body says yes,” he informed me. And he was right. Even though I was afraid, I wanted him to slide his thickness inside my ass, to rip me apart from behind. I wanted to cross this last bridge with him, to submit fully to him and become his.

 

“You’re getting it in the ass whether you want it or not,” he growled in my ear. “You belong to me and this isn’t a joke. You are fucking mine.”

 

Those words sent deliciously erotic thrills and chills down my spine. I felt his fingers finally slide out of my tightness, only to be replaced with his thick cock at the entrance to my ass.

 

He pressed hard into me and I let out a loud, pathetic moan, whimpering as the tight ring of muscle guarding my inner chamber gave way and allowed him inside. I threw my head back and shrieked, groaning as he penetrated me.

 

“Vladimir! Yes! Fuck my ass!” I moaned. “Pound my asshole!”

 

“Well, you changed your tune quickly…” Vladimir muttered approvingly, pressing deeper into my ass.

 

It hurt bad but I loved it. I loved every second of it. I loved feeling the veins and ridges of his cock press into the tight, abused walls of my inner hole.

 

I loved the way my body clenched at him involuntarily, trying its best to keep him out, and I loved the way he dominated me, gripping me hard by the hair as he overcame my body’s resistance and forced himself inside of me.

 

In that moment, I was truly his. I felt like I belonged to him, like I belonged to the Jester Kings MC. In fact, I even found myself pressing my ass back against him, trying to take his thick shaft into my ass, deeper and deeper.

 

“Please, Shade…” I moaned. “I need it!”

 

Finally, he was completely buried in my tight back hole. I felt his pulse, throbbing in his cock inside of my ass.

 

My body ached deliciously and slowly, he began to pull out of me. I gasped at the sudden absence of meat inside of me, only to shriek as he drove his cock back into me.

 

“Harder!” I groaned. “Faster! Fuck the shit out of me!”

 

I pressed my hips back into him in time with his thrusts, receiving his cock into my tight, abused hole faster and faster, his shaft all but ripping me apart. The fucking was intense but even as tears leaked out of my eyes, I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

 

Each one of his powerful thrusts drove my pussy into the bike seat, rubbing it deliciously and making me whine and shudder in delight.

 

Finally, I felt my body give in to the pleasure. With a shriek, I was cumming, the fire that had been building in my belly exploding through my veins and spreading across my entire body. I felt like my very flesh was on fire, burning up into ashes of pleasure and delight.

 

My ass spasmed around Vladimir’s cock, clenching and unclenching as he unleashed his own orgasm. I shrieked until I was hoarse, my lips straining at my own moans as my body struggled to stay conscious. His seed flooded my ass and he gripped me tight, groaning and grunting like an animal as he unleashed his hot cuminside of me.

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