MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE: AMANDA’S DEMONS (PART ONE) (Biker MC Erotic Romance) (3 page)

Both men were close to cumming as they jackhammered in and out of me.

“Cum in my mouth” I ordered.

Both men did as they were bid. The two cocks left my holes and I sat up on the pool table, on the corner pocket, legs wide either side of it, showing all of the men my insides.

I grabbed each cock firmly and began pulling. I wanted them to cum together, to shoot their hot cum all over my face.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck!” The Kisser shook and twitched. His hot milky cum shot out of him, landing on my eye with the first spurt. I opened my mouth and caught the rest, letting him fill my mouth, swallowing his joy.

“Jesus I am cumming!” shouted the Licker, to the excited whoops of the men around him.

I caught his load fully in my mouth. It shot down my throat, giving me a salty aftertaste, like eating oysters.

“Delicious!” I said

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I got dressed in front of the men. The cum was dripping down my face, and my dress was creased. My hair was disheveled. I already looked more like a biker babe and lot less like the elementary school teacher, the life that I was leaving.

The Kisser, whose name I late learned was Mak, kissed me lightly on the cheek. A surprisingly gentle act given the fucking he had just given me.

“You ok babe?” he asked

“Yeah”, I replied. “I meant what I said. Take me with you”

“Ok. You ever ridden a motorcycle before”

“No, but today I did a lot of things I have never done before”

Mak grinned. He held out his hand. I held it tightly, not wanting to let my new found savior, my ticket out of my mundane, middle-aged life get away.

The boys pulled out a handful of dollar bills and handed it to Jed, who, throughout the whole floorshow had not taken his eyes off me. He grabbed the money gratefully, no doubt fearing that he might have the bar trashed and all of his beer stolen. Today at least, I had given these bad boys something else to think about, besides getting loaded and robbing. I got the feeling that crime was not far away from these boys’ minds.

I turned to face the whole gang, some of them exiting through the saloon doors.

“Keep me close boys, and I will fuck you all”

The men grinned at each other.

“Well babe” said the Kisser “choose your ride”

“Well, since you have been so nice to me” I replied “perhaps I will ride along with you if that’s alright?”

“You got it babe” he replied. He seemed pleased to have been chosen

Jed looked at us, still unable to quite believe what was happening

“What do I tell James?” he asked, as I walked out of the door

“Tell him I have left him. I am going to find myself. Tell him to fuck off!”

And with that, I straddled the Indian motorcycle and wrapped my arms around Mak’s waist. He gunned the engine.

We took off in a cloud of dust and exhaust smoke.

I didn’t even look back

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Chapter Two: Robbing, Fucking and Threesomes

We sped through the desert, my new biker gang and I.

I sat on the back of Mak’s Hog, with the wind in my hair and the smell of petrol and dust in my nose. With each passing kilometer my cares, my domestic, carefree life, seemed to vanish into the far recesses of my memory.

This gang, these men who I had only just met, this muscular biker that I had just fucked on the pool table of my home town. They were my family now. Not my loser husband, not my colleagues in the Kindergarten where, until about 2 hours ago, I taught, not my parents who lived in the same town, suffocating me, knowing everything about my life.

Well, they would sure be shocked now! I wondered if I might be off the Christmas card list?!

Despite the lengthening shadows of the early dusk, the heat haze still shimmered on the road ahead. I clung tighter to Mak’s waist as we drove, at the head of the gang now, my man and his prize. His cock hardened once more in my hand as he felt the adrenaline rush of speed and sex in equal measure.

I kissed the back of his neck, his long hair brushing against my cheeks as we swept along.

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We burned up the miles as we drove into the sunset. Through the shimmering, orangey glow of the waning sun two buildings appeared in the distance. As they came closer, the distinctive shape of a diner and the accompanying large, but run down family home began to emerge through the heat haze. The neon sign flashed in the fading light. ‘Donny’s Diner’ – but with the R light broken, so that it read Donny’s Dine.

Well, it was close enough for what we wanted. We weren’t in the market for some fancy dining, we were hungry and we were thirsty, simple as that.

And we were horny!

Mak sped up to the front of the gang, some 40 or so gleaming Hogs and Indian bikes, huge engines belting out petrol fumes, growling their low engine notes and kicking up dust from the dry desert road. Wayfarer sunglasses glinted as his buddies turned their heads to look at us, smiling and nodding, tanned faces worn and hard from life on the open road.

He pointed to the diner, standing alone and vulnerable, like a haunted house on the skyline. The engines toned down as the gang decelerated, and began to turn into the car park, empty but for a couple of beaten up trucks, some abandoned old tires, and the inevitable discarded papers and bottles.

The men dismounted, standing up their bikes and slapping each other on the back, the harsh slap of skin on leather waistcoat punctuating the still, dusk air. A few faces stared out from the dusty, unwashed windows, and eyes widened. A waitress, a splash of color from her red apron clashing with the dust-grey tone of the diner, raised her eyebrows at the coming customer rush, probably the biggest she had seen in a long while. She was a slim, attractive woman. Not young, maybe 35, with bright red lips and a too-tight white top, no doubt sported to attract the biggest tips from the ugly fat truckers who no doubt pulled up the whole time, with their wandering hands and their clumsy passes. She stared at me, still dressed in the clothes I had put on at the start of the day. A day which held out no more excitement than teaching class, then going home and making dinner for my husband. Prim and proper, blue gingham dress and flat shoes, I must have looked so out of place to her, walking towards the glass double doors of the diner, arm in arm with a muscular, bearded biker covered in tattoos, and tanned coffee brown by the sun.

“We need to get you some real biker’s clothes babe” whispered Mak, as if sensing my sudden self-consciousness about my personal adornment.

“Fuck yeah! And a tattoo!”

I was really getting the hang of this biker babe persona.

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The gang swept into the diner and immediately started ordering beers and burgers. They occupied the tables and the barstools, shouting and hollering, filled with the anticipation of this new situation.

I sat on Mak’s knee in one corner, near the window looking out onto the car park. I saw the only other customers in the place, an old man in blue dungarees, and a younger fella – probably his son – quickly abandon their pulled pork and root beer and high-tail it out of the place, spinning the wheels of their pickup and skidding away from the place.

“Looks like we are all alone now fellas!” Shouted Mak. I felt the excitement in his voice, and it turned me on too. Clearly, this was not a new situation for this gang, and I started guessing their next moves with excitement.

The waitress, whose name badge read ‘Annie, Happy to Serve You’ started to bring out burgers and fries. She came straight over with ours, meat and bread on a huge round platter, and bent over the table next to us to place them down. Mak and I looked appreciatively at her tight ass, barely covered by her black mini skirt and red apron. She turned her head, classic doggy style pose and winked at us. She began to walk past, and Mak shot out his muscular forearm, grabbing her by the wrist.

“Tell me sweet cheeks. Where does the old man keep the dollars in this joint?” His voice was low and purposeful, demanding an answer, but also allowing Annie the chance to back away, to stay aloof from this promise of outlawed activity.

Annie was no such shrinking violet. She leaned into Mak and put her lips right up to his ear. With hot breath she breathed “Out the back, there’s a safe in the kitchen under a picture of a crying clown”

Mak winked at her and tapped her bottom with his middle finger.

As I sat on Mak’s knee, and began to down my average tasting meat, bread and cheese combo, and my tall frosty beer, I took in the sight of the gang I had joined. The Demons M.C... My new family who would provide my shelter, my food and my sex.

They were, by and large, crafted from the same mold. Almost all of them sprouted copious amounts of facial and head hair. Mexican moustaches were the order of the day, with some big ZZ Top beards high on the list too. Some beer guts stuck over the top of too-tight Wranglers, but by and large they were a good looking bunch of guys, especially considering the diet of processed meat and beer. Tattoos were clearly a must, every one of them, apart from me of course, sported skulls, implausibly large breasted women riding bikes, daggers dripping in blood, and the Lost Sinners M.C. logo, a blindfolded devil’s face, bright red, on a background of fire.

As the fluorescent strip lighting took over from the fading sunlight, and the burgers and chat were replaced by bourbon and shouting, the atmosphere began to take on a more menacing tone. Annie, our ever attentive waitress, was chatting to the bikers, moving from group to group, taking the flirting and the feeling with good humor. She really seemed to be enjoying the situation. I knew how she felt, these guys had an animal magnetism that was very hard to resist. The same could not have been said for the owner. This rat-like excuse for a man had been flipping burgers in the back, throwing them onto plates and barking his orders out to Annie. Now that the eating was done, he was nervously pouring double JD’s, his eyes darting nervously from biker to biker and then back into the kitchen, towards the picture that hid his takings.

“Come on old man, get those shots lined up”

“Ok guys. Easy now. I don’t want any trouble”

Mak looked at me and winked

“Babe, can you handle it if we turn this place upside down? We need a place to stay for the night, and we need that money. And we need to have a little fun with that waitress. What do you say? If you wanna get off, now’s the time”

I considered my options. I had come this far. The excitement was making me wet and horny as fuck. I fancied that waitress too. I thought about how the gang would react if I joined in with them, licking her pussy while a biker stuffed me from behind. I thought for about two seconds before answering

“Mak, I wanna do everything you do”

“ok Amanda, but promise me, tomorrow we get you some biker chick clothes. You look like a fucking nun”

“Mak, honey, I will dress like a leather slut if it pleases you. And let’s get me a tattoo of the club colors, ok?”

“It’s a fucking deal!”

Mak sat up, making me hop off his knee. The gang started to quiet, clearly expecting the start of some pre choreographed action. He took out an old Colt 45 revolver from his pants and held it purposefully in his hand. With three quick steps he moved over to Annie. He put his burly forearm around her slender waist and pulled her tightly towards him, facing the weazly owner directly, and pointing her face at him. He put his lips close to her ear and whispered something inaudible to her. She seemed to nod slightly, and then let out a wild, terrified scream. Mak held the gun to her throat and hollered.

“OK old man. Take Jonny here (he motioned to his lieutenant on his right) to the kitchen and open up your safe, and I won’t have to kill your pretty waitress here”

“OK guys. Take it easy. No one has to get hurt here” came his quavering reply. The sweat shone on his balding head, and his eyes darted to the exits.

He started to go into the kitchen, through the thin screen door, with Jonny a few paces behind. We heard a clatter, as a large soup pan was pulled off the counter behind him. Before Jonny could catch him, he shot out of the side door. The next sound we heard was an old Chevy being started and revved out of the car park, tires screeching.

“Bastard!” shouted Annie, suddenly looking very afraid

“Don’t worry babe” said Mak calmly. “I knew he was going to do that. I could see he was a lowlife. That’s why I asked you if you knew the combination. That’s why you played along so beautifully. Now you know what a cunt he is, you won’t mind opening the safe and emptying it for us will you?”

“Ok, you win” she replied, the confident draw returning to her voice. “On one condition. I want you to fuck me first!”