Becca Vs. Biker

"Now that this is all clean, I think I need to show him how much I appreciate his hard work and dedication." I lick my lips slowly, looking up at him from my knees. He puts the shower head back so that it runs down his back. He looks so damn good right now I get flustered for a second. The way he looks at me, so aroused, makes me feel so fucking hot. "My nipples hurt when you look at me like that," I say, my own voice thick with lust.

"Oh?" he says, his hands both coming to rub and then pinch my nipples. "Look at you like what?" he teases. "Like I wanna fucking slam my cock so hard in you that you forget your name? Bury it inside you and fill you up so full of cum? That ass is fine, but I'm ready to be back in that pussy."

"Not so fast," I say, yelping as he pinches my nipples, twirling them in his fingers. "I'm sucking this cock first." I'm trembling now, though, because having his cock up in my pussy again will be heavenly. But I'm fucking thirsty as hell for his cock. I press my lips out into a duck face, making sure he's looking at me, and then slowly open my mouth and stick my tongue out, flatten it and torturously slow bring it to his cock.

Harlan twists my nipples roughly, releases them, and grabs my hair, fisting handfuls of my hair while directing my open mouth to his rock hard cock. I swallow him up and he fucks my face with his cock.

"I'm not a patient man," Harlan grunts while I suck him so good I know it won't take long for him to blow again. But now that I'm all clean, I need him to fill my pussy up again. Still, he doesn't have to know I'm not letting him finish. I'll let him keep fucking my throat and then I'll let him know when I'm ready.

I play with my nipples, feeling how good and sore he has them now that he teased me so. I cup my breasts, feeling their weight while I focus on breathing with Harlan's big cock, now cleaned and with the slightest scent of his soap scenting the musk, slamming into my throat. He fucks my throat without holding back at all. He fucks into my mouth like he fucks my pussy. I like that he doesn't hold back. I want him to give me everything he has. I am proud of how much cock I've taken today, but right now swallowing him and feeling his balls load up against my chin, I know that I've already brought him close to coming again and I'm even more proud of this fact.

Bringing my nails around to his back, I dig my nails in and pull down to his ass, just enough to distract him. Harlan takes the message and pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop. I feel a little shake come from him.

"Give me that pussy now," Harlan says in a voice that would be frightening in any other context. He is not to be fucked with, and I like that he needs me that much. I almost want to tease him, but I need him too much and I don't want to fuck with him. Not this time. I file a mental note though that if I hear that voice sometime when I'm not utterly rabid for him to ram his cock in my swollen pussy, that's the time to be coy. Some. Other. Time.

I lock my hands together behind his neck and he grabs one of my thighs and he lifts it up, high, so that when he slams into me it is so deep I scream. Not some muffled, lusty moan. The intensity of the angle and sensation makes me fucking shriek out and it echoes around the walls. Harlan closes his mouth around mine, deleting the distance between us. My throat is raw from how good he fucked me. This kiss is bruising, punishing, lethal as it is so full of passion. He's kissing me the way he's fucking me, in long, deep strokes full of need. Our tongues are at fucking war, not with each other, but against anything between us. I'm moaning into his mouth and he's fucking moaning into my mouth. It is so damn hot to hear him, feel him, that my clit is twitching. Heat is pooled in my stomach and I know that I could come right now if I wanted to, but I don't want this to end.

Of course, that's when he brings his fingers to my clit and releases me from the kiss as I start moaning his name, loudly and insistently. I come so hard that he has to slam his cock even harder into me because that's how hard I'm pushing back, gushing cum from how fucking hard I'm coming. I'm trembling, but he's holding me up with one hand and not relenting from my clit with the other. I am stuck in time, a lust-shaken haze where I can't stop feeling the fireworks inside, lighting me up in every pore and fiber of my being. When he finally stops, Harlan's fingers giving my clit some relief, Harlan slides his cock out of me and he scoops me into his arms. I feel empty without him. He turns off the water and brings my wet body back to the bedroom. He rips the filthy, wet sheets off the bed and lays my soaking wet body on the bed. He makes this show of laying me down, but as soon as he lies down next to me, he curls me against him and pulls me on top. I summon my second wind, because though a cuddle session may end this fuck fest, I'm not there yet. I need him more than I need to breath. I have to have Harlan's cock in me and once he's got me on top of him, I sit up and slide his cock back in me. Watching his face, I start to bounce up and down on his cock until his breathing is ragged.

This is how I want him to come, with me on top of him, my hands on his chest, while I'm in the driver's seat. He's close, but Harlan is not a man to be out of control. His hands close over my wrists and his hips slam us together even more until I'm screaming too. He comes hot spurts inside me and I'm fucking coming again, even harder. His grip on me is intense, and I know his fingerprints are branding me. Harlan's eyes never leave mine while both come, hard, and it is so fucking hot trying to focus on that rather than letting my eyes roll back in my head with this orgasm. It turns into countless waves of pleasure, cascading through me while my pussy milks his cock for every last drop he has. We're both gasping, moaning, but while looking at each other, and we're wet from the shower, but slick with new sweat. Finally collapsing on his chest, I know that I'm not up for anything resembling walking right now, much less taking another shower. I collapse against his chest and he pulls me into the crook of his arm. I loop my leg over him and exhale, my whole body still shaky and trembling. Harlan's body—not just his cock—is so fucking huge, firm, strong, holding me like this that despite the utter exhaustion, I feel myself getting wetter just feeling him hold me.

"Was it everything you hoped for, big bad bikers in every hole?" Harlan is saying this in a mocking way, in a playful way, but my heart is racing with how his fingers are stroking along my side. His touch lights me up in a way that no other man—or even several men, at once—can do.

"There are no words," I begin. "But I think your cock takes first prize. Don't tell your buddies, I wouldn't want to hurt the feelings of such nice, upstanding gentlemen," I say, my own tone playful now.

Harlan laughs and squeezes me against him. "You're not some club whore. No way they're ever getting a taste of that pussy again. Or that ass. I could live and die fucking your tight ass," he says with a distant look in his eyes for a moment. I am dying to know what's going on in his head. He must know what I'm thinking, because Harlan cups my face and kisses me hungrily, as if we aren't two people who just had a totally crazy all out frenzy in my body.

He breaks the kiss and says into my mouth, "That pussy is mine." His fingers entwine with my hair and pull me closer to him. "That ass is mine." He groans and his lips graze mine. "That mouth is mine." We kiss again and I can't help my slutty self, I am moaning into his mouth.

"Damn, your lady is insatiable, hooping like an old barn owl still!" One of the guys bangs on our door and shouts out, but we aren't listening.

If Harlan's tongue is an indicator of his thoughts, they are running parallel to my own line of imaginings. Three bikers are nice, and so very fucking naughty, but Harlan fucking me is all the biker cock a girl could ever need, or want. It feels damn good to give in, let go, and just ride every pleasurable wave of sensation with Harlan. My tongue explores his mouth and I'm back on top of him. His hands grab my ass, and I'm already humping him again. Like, fuck, we can't possibly go again, but there's something animalistic and feral between us. I have to rub my pussy on his cock, and I feel him hard for me with what I now know is a very magical cock. When we come up for air, I bite my lower lip and let my teeth slowly pull over it. His eyes watch me and I know he's got the same hunger. The addiction that only his cock in my pussy is ever going to sate.

8

Harlan

I wake up, instantly realizing that there's something missing.

No, someone is missing. I reach and pat the bed beside me—empty and cold. I finally force my eyes open and roll over to scan the room for Becca when I see...

Pink, frilly shit everywhere?

What the hell?

I jackknife into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes hard with the palms of my hands, and then reopen them.

I blink twice.

Nope, still pink everywhere. And, I swear to god this is true, a pink stuffed bunny rabbit.

I’m so disoriented, I start to wonder if I took acid before falling asleep. It looks like my room, but...

“Oh, you’re awake!” Becca says, bustling into the room, her arms full of bags with pink and purple feathery shit spilling out of the tops of them. “I was wondering if you were going to sleep ‘til noon.” I glance at my alarm clock on the nightstand: 9:32. The sun probably just came up like five minutes ago. Not that I’ve ever been awake to see the sunrise, but shit...

I go back to staring at Becca again. Hold on, what is she doing?

I have no words as I watch her begin draping the feathery shit across the top of an entertainment stand, over a Harley Davidson framed photograph, and up to the window.