MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE: AMANDA’S DEMONS (PART ONE) (Biker MC Erotic Romance) (6 page)

I coughed out his cock when I had cum and the shaking subsided.

“Fuck me big boy!” was all I could say.

I jumped up and ripped off my new biker chaps. I found the cheap, wooden kitchen table and lay back onto it, my biker jacket still on around my shoulders, tits up and proud, and my legs back. In a dusty, broken wall mirror hanging on the opposite wall, next to a poster for Budweiser and an old table lamp, I saw my reflection. A slut looked back at me. Her big, pink flower opened up and showed me everything. What a sight! I couldn’t even recognize myself. Then the image vanished, replaced by the back of a highly aroused man in jeans. A man with a bolt through his cock.

Dusty bore down on me. He ravaged the front of my body, his hands roughly stroking my tits, my stomach and my pussy. He dove down onto my breasts, taking them and squashing them together, licking each of my nipples in turn and together. His cock banged against my thighs, the cold bolt a perfect contrast to the warm, slightly wet meat of his member.

I could take it no more. I grabbed his sword with both hands and opened up my thighs wider. I pulled him in to my wet, gaping pussy.

He began to enter me. The head of his cock brushed my lips. Our flesh met. Then the shaft. Each vein and contour a little ridge of pleasure. Then the cock bolt. What a strange, wonderful feeling that was. I squealed with delight.

“Jesus Dusty! Fuck that feels good! Oh God yes. Fuck me with it”

The shaft entered me fully, pushing up to my g spot. It felt so deep, the bolt felt so big. It rubbed me in areas I had never thought possible. I gushed with quim there and then. I grabbed his ass and pulled myself into him, the passion in my screams rising, totally out of control. Complete abandon. Wild wanton lust.

The fucking started up in earnest. In and out he went. Steamtrain. Jackhammer. The fucking was endless. All the while I rubbed my clit and savored every precious stroke of this strange, sensual, never forgotten fucking.

He began to shake. He was cumming.

“Cum in my mouth. Let me swallow you!”

This was too much passion for Mak to take. I knew that, but I didn’t care. I was more turned on than I ever had been. I wanted all of him. I wanted the taste. I wanted to do everything.

“Mmmmm fuck” Dusty pulled out of me, his cock twitching and starting to shoot it’s cum, as he quickly pushed it into my mouth. Dew drops of pre cum showered my tits as he did so.

I took him right to the back of my throat. As I did so the first waves of salty cum hit my mouth. I swallowed him whole. I tasted every drop. I sucked him dry like the biker bitch whore I had become. I loved it!

“Well Dusty. I hope that pays for everything” I winked, as he began to pull up his pants, his cock still leaking cum onto my pouting cunt.

“Sure does little lady. Next time you are passing, why not come in and get some more clothes”

“Don’t worry, I will” I replied.

I picked myself up from the table, and walked, with some difficulty, over to Mak. The cock I had just experienced made it a little hard to walk. He had a strange expression.

“Saddle up, we are leaving” he said. “Thanks for the gear and the beers, Dusty” he called.

I sat on the bike as the engines gunned into life.

“One minute babe” said Mak, as the gang started to set off down the road, kicking up dust and filling the air with noise and engine fumes. “I forgot something in the store”

Mak dismounted and headed back through the door.

I thought I heard a shot. It was so hard with the engines revving and the bikes taking off.

No. It may just have been a bike misfiring.

Yes. That was it…

Chapter Four: Mak is Full of Surprises

We lay on our mats and stared at the stars. I lay in Mak’s big, tattooed arms, as always. The dying embers of the camp fire shone in his eyes, as he began to drift away. I wanted to talk to him about his reaction in the store. I really wanted to make sure that Dusty was ok. That Mak hadn’t done anything stupid. After all, this was my adventure, and on my terms. I had made it very clear when I had first agreed to go with the gang. I mean, wasn’t the threesome in the bar enough? I wanted other men. I wanted their cocks inside me. Dusty was just another man. Mak had to understand that.

Mind, Dusty was something special. There was something about his kind eyes. The way that he touched me, so gentle yet so firm. Totally in control.

I had never cum the way I did with Dusty. Never ever, on this whole adventure. The truth was, Dusty had done something to me, in the back of his store. I think Mak knew that too.

We had driven away from the leather store in almost complete silence. There was none of the usual hollering and cheering that always accompanied our travels. I had clung on to Mak’s shoulders, on the back of his bike, and felt a kind of sorrow. His back was no longer the comforting place I had held it to be.

When we had made camp, we lay together under the blanket, and made love. Mak was aggressive, as if claiming back his territory. It was an animal lust that I had not seen, even in our most frenzied fucking.

He had grabbed hold of my hair and pulled it. Hard. I cried out.

“Fuck Mak! That hurts!”

“Take it, you bitch!” he shouted back.

The guys in the camp stirred. We were some way apart from the other guys, who were sleeping in the circle of bikes, taking the warmth from the cooling engines, pinging in the still desert air. Nonetheless I could hear them talking, concerned about my welfare, and the fiery temper of my lover.

He flipped me over onto my front. The rocks grated against my stomach, and my tits were squashed into the mat, and the hard ground beneath. His rough hands pawed at my new leather pants. They were off my ass in a flash, the whiteness of the bare skin beneath contrasting with the dark leather as they slipped down. He pulled me up on my knees, kneeling behind me, grabbing my tits, one in each hand and squeezing them hard. He was reclaiming his woman. It was part sexy, part terrifying.

He reached down and under me, his fingers tracing the outline of my stomach, until he reached my pussy. My clit was already hard, lips engorged, expecting the treatment they were about to receive. His lips hit the back of my neck, rough kisses, then biting. Hard biting. The pain was a shock, but not unpleasant. I felt so alive. I wanted this animal passion. I reached back behind me to undo his pants, but his cock was already out. I gripped it hard between my fingers. I turned my head around, ready to take him in my mouth, but he slapped my face back, grabbed my neck and pushed me into the down-dog position. I was going to take it like the animal I was.

My knees ground into the dirt. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and spat. The spit dribbled between my but cheeks and in between my cunt lips. It felt warm against me. He rubbed it into my hole with his fingers. Then a loud slap. My ass smarted as he slapped it. Hard.

Slap

Slap

Slap!!!!

It must have been glowing red in the cool, dark night air.

Then the cock found its target. This time there was no gentle start. The shaft rammed straight into me. I cried out, as it literally forced the air out of me.

“Is that all you got?” I whispered

The shafting began. Jackhammering. Huge, quick thrusts of his rock hard weapon.

Then he pulled it out.

Another spitball covered my asshole.

Then a new sensation. I was full of cock again, but this time in my ass. In and out he rammed it. I was full of cock. The slapping continued, back and forth, slapping, biting. He showed me no mercy.

It hurt, but I loved it.

I reached under him, feeling his swinging ball sack against me. I reached around to his thighs and scratched them with my sharp, polished nails.

“Ah, bitch!” he shouted, slapping my ass harder. I cried out.

The cock dove deeper and deeper into my asshole. I felt the ridges, the big bulbous head as it plunged in and out. I felt as though he wasn’t so much fucking me, as stabbing me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouted, as he shot his white load inside my ass.

I looked down. The sweat on my stomach dripped down onto the dust and sand below, mingling with the cum which dripped from my ass.

We lay together. Neither of us spoke for a good ten minutes.

As Mak began to doze, his great chest heaving and becoming heavier, with longer breaths, I whispered.

“Mak. Mak talk to me baby. Is Dusty ok?”

“Sure babe, Dusty is fine. I just went back in to settle up with him”

“But baby, I settled up with him. I said I wanted to fuck you all, and to pay my way. Well that was me settling up”

“Things have changed babe. I don’t want you to fuck everyone. In fact, the next guy who even looks at you, I am going to kill him” Mak whispered. I was pretty sure that he wanted the other guys in the gang to hear that. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear though.

“Fuck you Mak” I half-shouted. “This is my adventure. My wild ride. I will fuck whoever I damn well like. You don’t own me. I ain’t your bitch.”

“Yeah you are” said Mak coolly.

And with that he fell asleep.

Was this to be my life on the road then? Yes it was exciting. I even felt like he could be his bitch, just his, for the duration. It wasn’t the fact of it; it was the way he had told me. No one owns me. Not since the hospital days had anyone thought to tell me what to do. I was a free woman now, making up for years of lost time. I was like a kid in a sweetshop. I wanted to try everything. I wanted all of them. He knew that. That was the deal. Men!

Part of me knew that, to get the life I wanted, I may have to do something drastic.

Like kill Mak!