Ridden Hard: Taken by the Heaven's Assassins MC (3 page)

Whoa – he knows how to make an entrance!

The first man chuckles and steps closer to watch the action. “Goddamn, that’s some hot shit right there. Did you see the way her pussy caved in around you? Fuckin’ sick! Now, ain’t this a hell of a lot better than messin’ around with those useless teases?”

The second man responds with an affirmative growl as he settles into a steady thrusting rhythm. He’s soon driving deeper and more vigorously than the first man, but unlike the first, is practically laying on top of my body – to the point that I can feel the sticky streaks of his friend’s cum gradually spreading on our skin... a particularly nasty notion that sends a shiver of lustful pleasure shooting like lightning bolts down my spine.

And then, completely out of the blue, he stops. Pulling out, the man climbs off my body and stands in front of the counter, studying me with a scowl as his now blatantly wet manhood pulses up and down. His light blue eyes seem to pierce into my very soul – and hint at a deep, primal dominance that’s honestly a little bit frightening. He seems a completely different person after watching his friend and I fuck!

“Turn over and show me your ass,” he commands in a low, gravelly voice.

I obediently scramble off the countertop and turn around, bending over the sink and presenting him with my naked bum.

Immediately, he gives my buttocks a series of sharp whacks with the open palm of his hand.

“Fuck yeah!” shouts the first man gleefully. “Spank that juicy ass! Show that fuckin’ slut who’s boss!”

“Oh, I plan on it,” he sneers as he slaps me hard another half dozen times, until both cheeks are searing hot and stinging with pain.

Eventually placing both hands on the narrow part of my waist, the black-haired man glides them slowly along the curves of my hips and around the swells of my buttocks, his fingers delving between my cheeks and tugging them apart. One finger presses against the crinkled depression of my anus as though testing its tightness, and then moves a little lower to probe along my feminine cleft.

Suddenly, I feel multiple fingers penetrate my pussy – thick, rough, calloused, working fingers that scrape my inflamed flesh and stretch me open so far, it honestly hurts. I whimper demurely and wiggle my ass, hoping to encourage the man to use a more
delicate
instrument of penetration.

At that exact moment, there’s a loud bang on the locked restroom door that startles us all. I feel his rough fingers promptly withdraw.

The door rattles, and then a muffled male voice comes from the other side. “Hey... hello? What the fuck’s going on in there?” The voice sounds youthful, like a teenager. In this place?

The first man, now fully dressed, rolls his eyes and responds quickly. “Just cleaning!” he yells. “Come back in a few minutes!”

There’s a pause, and the door rattles again. “Cleaning? This place? Seriously?” There’s a pause. “Fine... but hurry it up, or I’m just gonna piss in the hall and you won’t want that!”

The two men look at each other, the first man bursting out in laughter. Shrugging his shoulders, he says, “Hey, you heard the kid... better hurry it up!”

With my eyes focused on the door, I’m caught entirely unprepared when the uncircumcised man abruptly plows his thick cock inside me with no warning and decidedly unnecessary force – the momentum shoving my entire body forwards on the counter and causing me to whack my head hard enough on the mirror that I see stars.

I let out a loud screech and brace my elbows against the backsplash as the grunting man repeatedly and brutally plunges the full length of his cock into my smoldering sex, pounding his groin against my ass like a dog feverishly rutting with a bitch. His rough hands grope all over my soft body and reach under my chest, cupping my small breasts and squeezing them so painfully, I’m sure they’ll be covered in purple and yellow bruises come morning.

Within a half minute, the violent and almost robotically steady thrusting of his tool is causing the fierce tingle of sexual pleasure in my core to build and multiply towards full-on orgasmic ecstasy – and I close my eyes to concentrate on developing those exquisite feelings... while ignoring the underlying twinges of pain.

The man’s hands fall away from my sore breasts and slide around to my back, moving higher, edging towards my shoulders. At first, I think nothing of it... but then his fingers lightly encircle my neck.

“You ready to come, you little whore?” he asks in a low snarl. His hands are squeezing tighter. Why would he do that?

I try to respond, but only a gurgling sound manages to pass my lips. The fingers locked around my neck are cutting into my windpipe, and I’m finding it difficult to breathe.

I really wish he’d stop that!

The relentless sexual friction pushes me to the very brink of climax, and I dearly want to scream out and announce to the world that I’m about to come – but in that moment, I realize that I’m no longer able to breathe at all. I keep expecting the man to release his grip so I can take a breath, but instead his fingers squeeze even tighter around my throat, with his index fingers pressing purposefully into my carotid arteries.

All of a sudden, I feel woozy and light-headed – and my eyelids pop open in alarm.

The first thing I see is my own face reflected in the murky restroom mirror. There’s a new spider web of cracks from where my skull impacted earlier. My normally pale skin is an almost cherry red color, and glistening with beads of sweat. My long, wavy brown hair is all tangled into knots. I can’t see the face of the man joined intimately with me, but I can clearly see his thick fingers wrapped around my slender neck, and how his knuckles are turning a ghostly white from the intense pressure he’s applying.

Just what does he think he’s doing?

My lungs are now starving for oxygen, but even though my chest and abdomen are convulsing violently as my body struggles to suck in fresh air, the black-haired man won’t allow me even a single breath. Time feels like it’s slowing down as floating white stars twinkle in my vision, while the muffled booming sounds of the bar’s loud rock music have all but vanished from my ears.

“Fucking come, you little bitch!”

Even though a large part of me is terrified by the danger and complete lack of control, another part is noticing that – at least physically – my body is somehow continuing to build towards climax... and it feels like it’s going to be one of the strongest ones of my life.

“Let’s feel that cunt twitch!”

No longer can I feel the weight of the man sadistically slamming his naked body into mine, nor the deep penetration of his rigid organ ramming the back wall of my vagina. My vision is beginning to close in on the sides with blackness, but my only awareness, my only concern, is the fiery knot of sexual energy centered in my groin – and the promise that it will soon consume me in a mind-blowing explosion of heavenly pleasure.

Nothing else matters but the pleasure!

And then, just when it feels like I’m about to succumb to the encroaching blackness and pass out, something inside my brain realizes that it’s now or never – it’s time to come!

All at once, a massive eruption of sheer physical ecstasy engulfs my inner being in a burning, blinding heat that excites each and every nerve ending in my body, causing my back to arch, my toes to curl, and my pelvic muscles to begin a fervent cycle of clench and release over and over again.

I can’t move, can’t make a sound, and nearly do pass out simply from the indescribable force of my first-ever oxygen-deprived orgasm. And so, when I do finally come down from the almost narcotic-like high, I’m not entirely sure how much time has passed... or when my sadistic partner finally decided to release his stranglehold from my windpipe. Amazingly, our sexes are still coupled tightly together. In fact, if they hadn’t been, I’d probably have collapsed on the floor by now!

Soon, a warm and soothing sense of all-encompassing satisfaction envelops my consciousness, and makes it feel like my entire body is vibrating with orgasmic happiness.

Scary or not... that was pretty damn good!

The black-haired man lets out a deep sigh, and slaps me on the side. He backs away, and I hear a lewd slurping sound followed by the depressing sensation of emptiness as his thick cock withdraws – which is precisely when I feel an unusual amount of hot wetness flowing between my legs.

Still shaking with orgasmic energy, I fumble between my legs and discover a literal river of warm fluids seeping from deep inside my tingling pussy.

Even though I haven’t yet caught my breath, I force myself to speak. “W-w-what the fuck? D-did you—”

The first man interrupts. “Holy fuck, Jag – that looked intense! You nearly choked out the bitch! Did you actually fuckin’
come
in her too?”

In the cracked mirror, I catch the second man nod and smile, looking entirely pleased with himself. Abruptly, he gives my ass a hard slap. “Fuck, yeah! No self-respecting man pulls out from a random lay... and yeah, I’m talking about you, Ty! Next time, man up!” he quips with a smirk. “And let me tell you... this little whore wanted my cum
real
bad – you shoulda felt how hard that tight little pussy was milkin’ out every last fuckin’ drop!”

By now, I’m alert enough to be absolutely livid. With a mighty effort, I push myself upright and spin around. “What the hell, you fucking brain-dead bastard! I told you not to fucking come inside me!”

“You said no such thing, sweetlips.”

“Well it’s kinda hard to
talk
when I’m being
choked!
And I sure as hell told
him!
” I screech hysterically, waving my arm at the brown-haired man. “Of course that meant you too, you dipshit!”

“Oh, sorry... my mistake then,” responds the black-haired man, his tone sounding anything but apologetic.

Gritting my teeth, I watch as he runs two fingers along the full length of his softening penis, squeezing out a final trickle of bright white semen that bubbles through the drooping tip of his uncut foreskin, and drips unceremoniously onto the restroom floor.

For some reason, watching this infuriates me. Groping between my legs, my fingers come away with a huge glob of clumpy white goo that I immediately flick in the black-haired main’s direction, splattering his clothing with his own unwanted seed.

“Hey, watch it, bitch!” he warns, wagging a finger at me condescendingly.

A seething, uncontrollable anger suddenly flashes over me. I march up to the second man, grab him roughly by the arm, and drag him unwilling to the door with his pants and underwear still slumped around his ankles. Quickly unlocking the deadbolt, I throw open the door and heave him out into the narrow hallway with all my might.

“Get lost, you fucking worthless prick!” I yell out as loud as I can.

My adrenaline-fueled strength catches him by surprise and he slams hard into the opposite wall. “Hey – what the fuck you doin’, you crazy-ass bitch!” he bellows over the loud music, hurriedly crouching to conceal his nudity from the nearby crowd of shocked bikers.

Holding the door open, I turn and glare angrily at the first man, who is by now looking a little nervous. “Get the fuck out!” I hiss through clenched teeth. He rushes past me without saying a word, and joins his friend in the hallway. Drunken men are already laughing and pointing at the pair.

“Crazy bitch cunt!” yells the black-haired man again as he fumbles to pull up his pants. The two men retreat into the crowded bar, the black-haired one cockily taking the time to flash me both middle fingers.

Man. What a bastard he turned out to be!

Just then, I hear a soft noise behind me... and I realize I’m not alone in the gloomy hallway. Because standing in the back corner, is a handsome young man with short blond hair wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. It dawns on me that he’s probably the one who’s been waiting patiently to use the restroom – and also, that he doesn’t look anywhere near old enough to be inside a biker bar.

The young man’s eyes are focused squarely between my legs, and with embarrassment, I realize that I’m still essentially nude, with my dress covering nothing more than my lower chest. He seems rather pleased by the exhibitionistic view – as evidenced by the curled corners of his lips, and the bulge already forming in his tight jeans.

For a moment, I’m intrigued to see what he’s got under there... but then I shake my head and push those inappropriate thoughts aside. I’ve had enough rude surprises for one night!

Striking an impromptu sexy pose in the open doorway, I smile warmly. “Sorry, handsome!” I say in a singsong voice. “I just need a minute to freshen up... and then the washroom’s all yours!”

Finally tearing his ravenous eyes away from my naked flesh, he meets my gaze and bashfully returns the smile. “Take all the time you need, miss!”

T
en minutes
later, I emerge from the dingy men’s restroom fully dressed and feeling much calmer. Those jerks are gone. Now I’m in control. Earlier today, I’d been horny enough to anticipate hanging around longer in hope of scoring another hookup or two... but after being both violently choked and the recipient of an unwanted creampie, I figure it’s about time to call it a night!