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- Herausgeber: Hardcore Erotica Stories
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- Sprache: Englisch
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3 Dominant Motorcycle Gang Bikers Club & 1 Barmaid
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
Dark Erotica
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
MMM Gay Threesome Menage
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Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
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CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
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CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
Taken Hard By Three Pounded Stretched Filled Deep
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
MMF BISEXUAL THREESOME WITH MM
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dirty Little Riding Big Hood Taboo Fairytale Fantasy
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CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
FFM Threesome Lesbian Romance Rough Big Toy Female Domination Femdom Pegging-
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
Alpha Man Too Big Huge For Husband's Innocent Cheating Used Wife
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CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
BDSM Femdom MMFF Swingers Party Couple Sharing Bisexual Foursome
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
3 Alpha Men & 1 Younger Woman at the Beach House
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
BDSM Domination Cuckold Swingers Group
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CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
DOCTOR MEDICAL EXAM
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CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
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CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
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CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
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CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
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CHAPTER FOUR
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CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
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CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
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Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Table of Content
Chapter 1
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Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
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CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
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CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
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Table Of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
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CHAPTER 1
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CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
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CHAPTER 1
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CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
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CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
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CHAPTER 1
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CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
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EXCERPT
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THEIR HANDS WERE ALL over my body, ripping away my clothes. In a second I was down to my underwear. On instinct I wriggled, fought, tried to preserve my dignity, but it was no good. They had me. My panties were ripped away, and my bra wrestled from my chest. The bearded one pinned my arms behind my back, while the muscle-bound one sucked on my breasts. The thin one was biting my neck, inhaling deeply, taking in the smell of my hair and my body.
In less than a minute I had gone from fully clothed to naked and being groped by three men. It felt surreal. It felt as though I had left the ground and was flying. If this could happen, then anything could happen. I felt myself open. The wetness between my legs increased until it felt like a flow. And I let go. I let them have me. I let them take me.
Before I knew it I was being pushed back. My backside hit the edge of a table and I found myself sitting down on it, the wood cold against my bare flesh. Hands pushed me back until I was lying across the table. Towering above me, the bikers were shedding their clothes now, peeling away their leathers. Beneath they were tanned and muscular, hardened by years of riding. The tall one with the piercings grabbed my legs and positioned himself between them, his long, hard cock lying against my stomach. My pussy tingled at the heat of him, so close and so ready. It wouldn’t take much for him to slip inside me...
“Jerk me, bitch,” he hissed, and I hurried to comply, reaching down to wrap my fist around his cock. I started masturbating him, rolling my hand with each pull, relishing the firm, heavy feeling of his cock. It would be so good to have it inside of me, so good to clench down against it . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . .
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3 DOMINANT MOTORCYCLE GANG BIKERS CLUB & 1 BARMAID
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 1
It was late, coming up on closing time, and I was wiping glasses behind the bar and thinking about Kyle. Kyle was my boyfriend, and you’d struggle to find a wimpier or more pathetic example of humanity than he. He was soft, he was pathetic, and just lately it seemed as though he’d all but given up on our relationship. I sighed. Where had it all gone wrong?
I guess things hadn’t been too bad in the beginning. He and I had enjoyed a few months of okay sex. Sure, he hadn’t made me come even once during all that time, but I figured it would get better with time. Well, I’d been wrong. It didn’t get better. Matter of fact it got worse. Nowadays, on the rare occasions when he did try to get intimate with me, I’d generally pretend to be asleep. That’s how bored I was with the guy.
Maybe that’s why he cheated on me with that floozy from his office. Maybe that’s why my relationship was now well and truly circling the drain. Maybe. I blinked, and realised that I’d been polishing the glass in my hand for a good ten minutes now. I sighed, put it down with a sharp clack and turned my attention to the television up in the corner of the bar. Anything to distract me from Kyle.
The news was on. Some pretty blonde woman commenting on the latest celebrity scandal. I watched her with a distinct sense of envy. At one time in my life I’d been sure that was where I was headed. I had the looks for it with my neat brown hair and slender figure – and I loved being in front of the camera. Not only that, but I studied journalism at college as well. How on earth I ended up managing this run-down old bar I have no idea.
Watching the newsreader was just depressing me, so I flicked channels for a while. There wasn’t a single customer in the place to complain, and so I turned the sound up so I could hear. Cartoons. A black and white movie. Some kind of game-show. I settled on a documentary that looked kind of interesting, and watched for a while. They were interviewing women who had open and multiple relationships. One of them had three or four guys, all of whom were happy to be with her at the same time. One of them was even married to two different husbands. Hah. That was the way to go, of course. No jealousy. No cheating. You’d never get bored of that – the sex would be absolute dynamite!
I sighed. It wasn’t going to happen, of course. I loved the idea, but I knew I’d never be able to handle the reality. Things just never seemed to match up for me. I wanted excitement and variety, but what I got was a timid guy who’d rather cheat than fuck me. I wanted a bad boy, but all I got was a disappointing one. As I wandered across to the far side of the bar and started pulling the shutters a funny though occurred to me; maybe if I was with a dozen guys at once at least one of them might be able to get me off.
Well, maybe it wasn’t such a funny thought, but it made me laugh. And I was still half-laughing to myself as the door opened and three men came sauntering in. They were tall and well-built, all of them, each one dressed from head to toe in black bike leathers. The name of their gang – Ghost Riders – was emblazoned across the back of their leathers, along with a graphic of a flaming skull.
I sighed. “Sorry fellas, I’m just closing up,” I said.
The youngest one of them sized me up with a look. He was maybe a few years older than me, bristling with piercings, the thinnest of the three. He was fit though, I could tell that much. Matter of fact he was the kind of guy I’d probably go for, given the chance. In fact, on second look, they were all pretty easy on the eye. It wasn’t just the way they looked or the way they dressed (although the leather look definitely did something for me) – it was the way they carried themselves as well. They just seemed so... confident.
“Perfect,” said the thin one – the one I assumed must be their leader. “We’ll have a little drink while you shut up shop.”
I finished pulling the shutters. “I’d love to, guys, but I’ve already shut up the bar.”
CHAPTER 2
He smiled. “Well, I’m sure you can open it again for three paying customers like ourselves.”
This was typical. Barely a customer all evening, and then – just as I was about to shut up shop and head home – three turn up at once. I shrugged. “Sorry. I’m just about ready to head on home.”
One of the other three spoke up then – a burly one with a beard and big hands. He was a few years older than the others, but still damn attractive. I hadn’t really noticed him when they’d first made their appearance – I’d been too preoccupied talking to the thin one. I focussed on him now though, and found myself carried away on a sudden wave of fantasy. What would it be like, I wondered, to have him press me down onto my bed, to fuck me roughly while he held me with those powerful hands? Come to that, what would it be like to have all three of them at once? Now that really would be an experience.
I was so taken by my momentary daydream that I didn’t hear what the bearded one had said. “I’m sorry?” I said, but the three men were already sitting down, making themselves at home in the bar. In my bar. “Now look...” I began.
“Rum and coke,” said the one with the beard. The other two supplied their drinks orders as well, speaking as though they fully expected to be served.
“I’ve already told you that we’re closed,” I said. “Now are you going to pick yourselves up and leave, or do I have to get serious?”
The bikers looked me up and down once more, and this time I felt the combined intensity of their gaze. Something inside of me wavered. Usually I’m okay with confrontation – it’s a necessary skill to master when you run your own bar. But there was something about these guys that was just a little bit more intimidating that your average drunk. Not only that though, but there was a part of me that kind of wanted them to stay. There was a part of me that wanted to lock the door and drawer the shutters and join them at their table with a big bottle of spirits... who knew what might end up happening. Deep down – although I’d never have admitted it – part of me was excited.
“Well, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” said the bearded one. I stood my ground, staring the three of them down. He reached into his jacked and pulled out a wallet, then flicked a twenty in my direction. It fell to the floor. I could feel my legs turning to jelly, my belly afire with excitement. “Drinks,” said the bearded biker. “Now.”
I don’t know why I served them. There was something about the way he spoke to me – so direct and so forceful. It was a command. Not a request. And normally I don’t respond well to being told what to do – but something about these guys bypassed all the normal bits of my brain and spoke straight to my inner cavewoman. When he ordered me to fetch them their drinks just then... well, it turned me on – perhaps more than I’d been turned on in months.
I found myself turning around and making for the bar. It felt almost as though I was moving on automatic pilot – as though I was being driven by his will rather than my own. I fixed the drinks that they had ordered and put them on a tray. My hands were shaking as I did so, but I wasn’t shaking in fear. No. This was something else. Right then and there in that moment, I actually wanted them to boss me around – the bearded one in particular. I wanted nothing more than for him to give me orders – orders which I would obey without question. I would serve him, please him, bend to his will.
It was such an odd way to feel. And yet it didn’t feel wrong. Quite the contrary in fact. Images of the three bikers fucking me in various rough and ready ways kept flashing through my brain. The more I tried to dismiss them, the stronger the images became. It felt as though some kind of crazy switch had been flipped in my head. By the time I’d finished fixing their drinks and carried the tray over to their table, I could feel that I was wet between my legs.
It had been weeks at the very least since Kyle last made me wet. Matter of fact I’d almost forgotten what the sensation was like. It felt good – tingly and right and fresh. It felt as though parts of me that had long since fallen to sleep were being wakened once more.
As I approached I could hear them talking about their bikes. One of them was broken, I gathered – the started had burned out... or something of that ilk. I set the tray down on the table, and took a step back, then waited. It wasn’t more than a couple of seconds before their attention turned to me once more.
“Thanks, Doll,” said the bearded one as he picked up his drink. “Thought you had work to do? Or are you going to stand there staring until I let you suck my cock?” He turned towards me and spread his legs. I held my ground, but part of me was quavering – I wasn’t sure whether it was with fear or excitement.
“You finish your drinks and then you leave,” I said.
The thin one laughed, and the other biker – a muscle-bound guy with bright red scarf around his neck – shook his head in amusement.
“I have a better idea,” said the bearded one. “How about you take off that cute little apron of yours, bend over that bar and let us fill you up, one by one?”
CHAPTER 3
All three roared with laughter. And I didn’t move. I was definitely aroused now – more aroused than I had been in years. Part of me, deep down, wanted nothing more than to do as the man suggested. To bend over, bare myself, let them have their way with me. But I knew I couldn’t. That would be crazy, insane. I didn’t even know them... There was no way to know what I’d be letting myself in for.
“No?” said the bearded guy, catching my expression. “Huh. Maybe you’re more of an oral chick. Is that right? You want us to give you something to swallow? I reckon you could manage a load from all three of us, don’t you?”
I stood there, frozen, not knowing what to say. Normally I’m never stuck for words, but right in that moment they simply wouldn’t come. I stood there, shaking. Part of me was simply waiting to see what would happen next. I put my hands behind my back to stop them from shaking, and I felt there the knot of my apron. Without even really thinking about it, I undid it, and then lifted the thing off over my head and draped it over the back of a nearby chair.
That stopped the bikers laughing. They stared at me, surprise registering on their faces. The thin one with all the piercings was the first to recover. He laughed openly.
“Well, lads, I think she’s up for it.” He stood and beckoned to me.
“Bring that tight little body of yours over here.”
For a moment there was resistance. I felt it almost like a physical thing, holding me back. Worried thoughts swirled around my brain. This was crazy, I told myself. This was irresponsible. There was no way I was actually going to go through with this. No way in hell. But then, after a moment, the resistance broke. I wanted this. I could feel the urgency with which I wanted it welling up inside me. And, in a second, that urgency overtook my last few shreds of doubt. Before I knew what was going on I was taking a step forward, then another, then another, until I stood before the three bikers. They had risen from their chairs, and they towered over me now.
The thin one leaned forwards. It was a conscious effort not to lean back out of his space. He brought his face close to mine, then his hand flashed up to the back of my neck, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into a forceful, deep, probing kiss. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth, penetrating me there, claiming me. I kissed back with all that I had, my body feeling as though it was melting in his grip.
He pulled back. And then, as though some signal had been given, the bikers fell on me. Their hands were all over my body, ripping away my clothes. In a second I was down to my underwear. On instinct I wriggled, fought, tried to preserve my dignity, but it was no good. They had me. My panties were ripped away, and my bra wrestled from my chest. The bearded one pinned my arms behind my back, while the muscle-bound one sucked on my breasts. The thin one was biting my neck, inhaling deeply, taking in the smell of my hair and my body.
In less than a minute I had gone from fully clothed to naked and being groped by three men. It felt surreal. It felt as though I had left the ground and was flying. If this could happen, then anything could happen. I felt myself open. The wetness between my legs increased until it felt like a flow. And I let go. I let them have me. I let them take me.
Before I knew it I was being pushed back. My backside hit the edge of a table and I found myself sitting down on it, the wood cold against my bare flesh. Hands pushed me back until I was lying across the table. Towering above me, the bikers were shedding their clothes now, peeling away their leathers. Beneath they were tanned and muscular, hardened by years of riding. The tall one with the piercings grabbed my legs and positioned himself between them, his long, hard cock lying against my stomach. My pussy tingled at the heat of him, so close and so ready. It wouldn’t take much for him to slip inside me...
“Jerk me, bitch,” he hissed, and I hurried to comply, reaching down to wrap my fist around his cock. I started masturbating him, rolling my hand with each pull, relishing the firm, heavy feeling of his cock. It would be so good to have it inside of me, so good to clench down against it.
The bearded biker took up a place beside me, and grabbed my free hand. He wrapped it forcefully around his own cock and I started jerking that too. The muscle-bound one moved up to my head. The back of my neck was against the rim of the table. He took my head in both hands, tilted it backwards a little and then – without any preamble – plunged his cock straight into my mouth.
I squeaked in surprise, but couldn’t protest. Instead I simply gripped him with my lips and swirled my tongue around his head. He pushed deeper and I swallowed, fighting my gag reflex. Meanwhile, I felt the thin one between my legs draw back a little and then plunge inside of me. He went deep, hard. I felt him all the way up in my stomach, and shivers of pleasure echoed through my body.
Then they were fucking me. The thin one in my pussy, the muscle-bound one in my mouth. I jerked the bearded one as best I could, but it was hard to focus. The two others were thrusting hard, fast. I almost gagged a couple of times – and to my surprise I actually liked it. In that moment I wanted nothing more than for the muscle-bound biker to force his way into my throat. It would feel so good to be dominated like that, to be owned by him, used by him. Hell, by all three of them.
The bearded one came first, spraying his hot come all over me. I felt it spatter against my chest, hot droplets coursing down between my breasts. Then, a second later, pain as he slapped first one breast, then the other. The skin stung – his come cooling against it.
“Turn her over, lads,” said one of them. I wasn’t sure who had given the instruction, but it was followed pretty quickly. The two bikers inside of me withdrew, and hands seized me. One in my hair, one on my shoulder, a couple on my hips. They rolled me roughly over until I was bend over the table rather than lying on it. A pair of hands clamped down over my wrists, pinning me in place. Then the bearded one was behind me. He lowered himself to his knees and started licking me, his beard ticking the insides of my thighs, his tongue playing with my clit, his hot breath rebounding off my asshole. I moaned in pleasure, struggling against the hands that held me. They were firm, and it filled me with a deep, dark pleasure to know that I couldn’t escape.
CHAPTER 4
It was the thin one who was pinning me down. I know because a second later he let me up just long enough to seat himself on the table, before clamping my wrists down against the wood once more. My mouth was now only inches from his cock. On instinct I opened my mouth, and he pushed my head down into his lap firmly and fast. His rod parted my jaws and licked and sucked just as I had done before, quivering with desire.
He was the next to come. I felt him hardening in my mouth for a second before his cock started spilling out his come. It came in hot, thick spurts which filled my mouth completely. I tried to pull back a little to make it easier to swallow, but his hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down still. I couldn’t move. I swallowed furiously, taking as much of his salty load as I could, but some still dribbled out the corners of my mouth.
Just as he came in my mouth, I felt the bearded guy’s tongue move a little higher, teasing wetly at my asshole. It was something I’d never experienced before, but it felt better than I ever could have anticipated. I pushed back as I swallowed, loving the sensation, the dirtiness of it, the wrongness. He gripped my hips firmly and licked and tongued and feasted on me. I felt myself cresting, moving unstoppably towards shuddering climax.
The thin guy grabbed my hair and wrenched my face up. There was come dribbling down my chin, come still clinging to my tongue. He slapped me roughly around the face, once then twice. It took my breath away, and I heard myself gasp in shock. Then he slipped out from under me and the muscle-bound one took his place. Once more my head was forced down, and a cock was between my lips. I sucked and licked, moaning with pleasure. I belonged to them. I was their toy to be used as they wished.
Instead of forcing my head down, the muscle-bound guy grabbed my hair and started ragging me up and down, his cock firmly in my mouth all the while. I braced myself against the table, but he was strong and there was nothing I could do to resist. His cock went deep into my throat, and I swallowed, taking it in. Then it was wrenched out. He rubbed it against my cheeks, spreading his juices there, then plunged it back in.
After a minute or an hour of that, he suddenly pushed me away. I found myself on my knees then, with my legs spread. He towered above me, cock in hand. With one firm hand on my shoulders he pushed me down onto my hands and knees. My head was spinning, and I felt as though I was floating on a cloud of mixed pleasure and pain. Chemicals coursed through my system – chemicals that I hadn’t tasted in far too long.
The bearded biker lay beneath me, hands gripping my thighs as he licked my pussy. The muscle-bound one knelt in front of me and seized a handful of my hair once more. He shoved his cock into my mouth and carried on face-fucking me hard and fast, his grip tight and his movements hard. I couldn’t see the thin one, but I felt him kneel behind me. The tip of his cock – hard once more and lathered slippery with his come and my saliva – pressed against my asshole, itself already wet from the bearded biker’s attention.
I arched my back. Normally I don’t like anal all that much, but I was so turned on in that moment that I would have done near enough anything. The thin one pushed hard against me, and I felt him slip inside. All the while, the muscle bound biker was fucking my mouth, and the bearded one was lying beneath me sucking and licking my clit. If it hurt when the thin one penetrated my ass, I didn’t notice. I was too busy enjoying the whirl of sensations that were coursing through my body.
The thing one began moving, slowly at first, little strokes. My ass gripped him tightly, and I could feel every inch that he pushed inside of me. It burned and it felt amazing both at the same time. He held my hips, keeping me steady as he pushed inside of me.
I came them, just as his hips came to rest against my backside. I felt myself tighten and then release, every muscle in my body convulsing as a tidal wave of pleasure swept through me. I was dimly aware of the thin one slapping my ass with his open palm. Dimly aware of the salty taste of come flooding my mouth as the muscle-bound one finally finished there. But all of it was subsumed by the pleasure, the all-consuming pleasure.
I moaned and writhed in delight. I could feel my asshole gripping tight against the thin one. And he moved still, fucking me steadily, faster and faster. My orgasm swept through me, and I shuddered with it, and then all but collapsed. The bikers carried on. The muscle-bound one withdrew and slapped his cock against my face. The bearded on kept licking my tingling clit. The thin one drove his cock home again and again until he hardened and I felt a flood of warmth and wetness.
After a time he withdrew, and I felt a cold drip run down the cleft of my backside, down to where the bearded one was still licking me. Slowly now, lazily. At last, he stopped as well, and their hands released me, and I rolled over onto my side. I lay on the floor of my bar and shook, half with shock and half with pleasure. My mouth and my ass were filled with come. More of it drying o my breasts. I felt the bikers moving around above me, and then after a time I was sat up, propped roughly against the bar. A drink was forced into my hand, and I downed it gratefully, feeling the warmth of alcohol flood me.
“Cheers,” said the thin one. “Get that down you. The evening’s not over yet.”
Despite myself, I couldn’t help but smile.
Dark Erotica
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Dominant and Tied Submissive Series
Jessie Kaisen
EXCERPT
THE UNMISTAKABLE whir of a zipper reached her ears, followed by the soft whisper of cloth sliding along bare skin. The sharp smack as his hand struck her buttock again filled the air. The sensation spread warm across her skin. Rather than pain, it increased her sensitivity, the residual tingling spreading across her skin and down along the already sensitive flesh between her legs that throbbed hot and ready for him. She gasped as she felt Anthony's engorged member trailed across her skin, pressing eagerly along her flesh before plunging into her, stretching the soft folds of skin and making her jump.
Angelique could hear Anthony chuckle softly as he thrust into her, driving the entirety of his cock into her with a single thrust. She leaned heavy against her bindings, enjoying the way the rope pressed against her skin, constricting across her body, lightly biting into her flesh, and holding her securely in place. She moaned as he . . . . Download this story and continue reading now . .
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Table of Content
CHAPTER ONE
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter One
Angelique sat at her desk going over the details for the meeting this afternoon. She didn't have to do anything other than sit and take notes, then email them to the secretaries of everyone present, but she like to be prepared and have a good idea of what would be discussed and who would be there. This was an important meeting for her boss, as it signaled the beginning of a new business venture for him, one that had the potential to bring in a lot of money for him and his primary company, Antal Industries.
She chewed absentmindedly on the end of a pen as she prepped her notes. Suddenly, her phone beeped. The red light that flashed insistently at her let her know it was her boss, Anthony Alexander. She smiled, checked the time, and pressed the button to turn on the speaker.
"Yes, Mr. Alexander?"
"Angelique, I need to see you in my office now." His voice was flat, stern, but sent delicious chills throughout her body. The best part of her job were the perks of her boss being her real life dom, owning her in the most amazingly sexual ways, and subjecting her to the most exquisite and appropriate things her naughty heart could hope for. She stood, smoothed her short black skirt over her round hips, and walked through the double mahogany doors to Mr. Alexander's office, her six inch stiletto heels tapping smartly on the marble floor as she did.
Adding an extra wiggle to her walk, Angelique's hips swayed seductively as she closed the doors behind her and approached him. Anthony stood to the side of the office, his arms crossed behind his back, gazing out the window. She stopped, her eyes noticing the three bundles of nylon rope atop his desk, one blue, one green, and one red. Her face flushed, heat crawling across her skin as a similar heat began to grow deep within her, centering low and heavy. Inhaling slowly, she continued to walk toward him. Tossing her shoulder length blonde hair behind her, she tilted her head, her languid green eyes gazing up at him. Despite the high heels, Anthony towered above her 5' 4" petite frame. He turned, a soft smile tugged at his lips while his dark brown eyes moved intently along her body. She shifted her hips and pivoted.
"The view is better from over here..." she said, while bending deftly at the waist, allowing him a full view of the red thong she wore beneath the dangerously short skirt. She let her arms dangled and wrapped her hands about her ankles, her head peaking out around from behind her legs and giving her a clear view of the growing bulge barely kept in check by his designer label pants.
"Hmm..." His face was expressionless, but there was glint in his eyes that she knew well. It was a look that commanded respect in the board room as it showed determination and drive. But, she knew him better than the successful multi-billionaire businessman that most people saw. Angelique knew that look also revealed the depth of intensity and energy that this man possessed. These were traits that drew her to him, and were, ultimately, why she agreed to be his submissive as she knew she would be in good hands.
She stood slowly, her hands running up along her legs and across her hips. Shifting her hips in a circle, she turned back toward him, sticking out her chest and cocking her hips to one side. The fingers of one hand trailing along her neckline, she stood poised and waiting, batting her eyes up at him.
"Knock it off," his stern voice commanded, though she could see his growing erection twitch beneath his pants and the smile he still let play along his lips. "Take off your clothes."
Chapter Two
"Anything you say, daddy." Being the good little submissive, she began to unbutton her shirt. Her fingers toyed with the buttons before undoing them one by one. Slowly, she pulled the shirt open, revealing a lacy red bra that matched the thong she had flashed him just moments ago. Pulling her arms out of the sleeves, she tossed the shirt at him, hitting him in the chest and causing him to flinch slightly. Pivoting again, she turned, hiding her smile at seeing him jump; sometimes she was a naughty girl who needed to be taught a lesson. Thankfully for her, Anthony was well aware of this fact.
Angelique hooked her thumbs into the top of her skirt and pulled it over her round hips as she bent again at the waist, pulling the skirt off of her as she exposed her bare ass and red thong for her boss. She stood back up, sticking out her butt, and gently kicked her stiletto clad feet out of the skirt. Tossing her head to smooth out her hair, she shifted her shoulders and glanced over one shoulder at him.
Anthony nodded his head simply and walked over to his desk. He picked up one of the bundles of rope, turning it over in his hand thoughtfully. Angelique could feel her heart racing in her chest. He was holding the blue rope, he only ever chose the blue rope when she'd been a naughty girl. She glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed they had plenty of time to play before the meeting this afternoon. That was good, because she'd been very naughty.
Reaching behind her, she undid the front-clasp of her bra, her ample breasts spilling forth. She sighed and rolled her shoulders back, enjoying the freedom her breasts now felt. She threw the bra onto the desk. Anthony glanced back at her, raising one eyebrow. Angelique chuckled softly, pursed her lips and began to remove her thong, pulling it to her knees and lifting one leg at a time to pull it off. This afforded Anthony a gratuitous full frontal view of her naked body. She could hear him inhale sharply as he began to unwind the rope.
Angelique walked slowly towards him, her hips swaying seductively from side to side; the movement caused her breasts to bounce slightly with every step, bringing her nipples to a hard point. She stopped, inches away from him, head tossed back, the better to stare up into his smoldering dark eyes.
Anthony held the rope taunt between his hands. "Get up on the desk."
Angelique did as she was told, crawling up onto the desk on all fours, facing away from him. He grabbed her arms one at a time, pulling them behind her back and quickly bound them together. He wound the rope up about her shoulders and down across her abdomen, knotting it a few times as necessary to provide a sturdy harness. He finished the rope off around her thighs, pulling her chest down and forcing her to keep her butt way out and somehow balance on her tottering high heels. Just as she feared she might topple over, she could feel him grab on tightly to the rope across her back, holding her in place. The rope constricted across her abdomen and across one breast, the pressure making her skin warm and tingle as the nylon rope gently bit into her.
She shifted on her feet, wiggling her butt, and was rewarded with a sharp smack across each buttock. Her skin warmed, the tingling sensation spread across her skin and fueled the growing heat within her, causing it to reach tentative fingers out across her skin. The rope pulled sharply, pulling her body back unstably. She landed back against him, her shoulder blades hitting the smooth skin of his muscular chest hard. Angelique realized she had been so focused on the delicious sensation when he spanked her that she had never noticed he had removed his shirt.
Keeping her body balanced against his, Anthony pulled a long silk scarf out of the side drawer of his desk. He folded it lengthwise, rendering it opaque, and tied it about Angelique's eyes, plunging her into darkness yet heightening her other senses. She felt the rope constrict about her as he tightened his grip on her, lightly pushing her off of him and holding her suspended in place by the rope.
The unmistakable whir of a zipper reached her ears, followed by the soft whisper of cloth sliding along bare skin. The sharp smack as his hand struck her buttock again filled the air. The sensation spread warm across her skin. Rather than pain, it increased her sensitivity, the residual tingling spreading across her skin and down along the already sensitive flesh between her legs that throbbed hot and ready for him. She gasped as she felt Anthony's engorged member trailed across her skin, pressing eagerly along her flesh before plunging into her, stretching the soft folds of skin and making her jump.
Chapter Three
Angelique could hear Anthony chuckle softly as he thrust into her, driving the entirety of his cock into her with a single thrust. She leaned heavy against her bindings, enjoying the way the rope pressed against her skin, constricting across her body, lightly biting into her flesh, and holding her securely in place. She moaned as he continued to drive himself into her, wishing he had gagged her as well. The rope pulled tighter as Anthony grabbed on with his other hand, holding the rope with both hands as he pounded his hips against her glowing red backside. Each thrust caused their skin to smack against each others, maintaining and building off of the tingle that spread from the red hand prints.
The dull, throbbing heat within her began to spread. He hadn't given her any instructions to wait with her orgasm, usually he had her hold off until he said so, but she instinctively held back, tightening her muscles to increase the sensation for him while holding off release for herself.
Sweat began to drip off of his body and landed on her back, trickling down and mingling with the wetness that lay between them. He let go of the rope with one hand, causing her body to lean forward unevenly, and reached around her, grabbing onto her breast and tugging at her nipple hard. She whimpered, her breath coming in shallow gasps and shifted her weight on her feet. Her high heels sent sharp, hot pain searing up through her calf muscle, but she pressed her hips back against Anthony, trying to feel more of him inside of her.
Anthony pulled hard on the rope, shooting pain spread up through her legs again and she gasped. The heat within her demanded to consume her and it took everything she had to keep it in check.
"My dear, Angelique, are you preventing yourself from orgasm?" A sharp smack met her buttock, the hot tingling spreading across her skin and nearly throwing her over the edge. "I don't remember telling you to do so. You cum hard and you cum now." He pulled hard on the rope again, his thrusting coming more eagerly, his movements hurried.
Having been commanded to orgasm, Angelique relaxed her body, focusing on the rope cutting into her flesh; the hard throb of Anthony within her, grinding against her hot, moist flesh; and the feel of his hand against her breast, pulling at her nipple while the tight rope pressed hard against the skin of her other breast. The heat erupted within her, bursting forth in a hot, pulsating wave that bathed her in fire and caused her body to shudder, her muscles clenching and quivering about Anthony as he drove himself deeper into her, grunting as the fire that consumed Angelique spread to him, shooting up and out and making him groan.
Releasing her breast, Anthony grabbed the rope with both hands, pulling Angelique hard against him as he moved within her, his every movement a desperate attempt to feed the fire that raced through him, raking his skin with pleasure. Gradually, his movements slowed as the fire receded, and he stopped. Angelique sat balanced on her dangerously high heels, the only thing keeping her from falling flat on her face were Anthony's steady hands upon the rope. Her heart pounded and she tried to catch her breath, the rope about her chest complicating her efforts.
Slowly, Anthony began to untie the knots; the rope loosened about her thighs and Angelique shifted her legs so that she was on her knees. The last coil of rope loosened about her shoulders and the final knot about her wrist was untied, relieving the dull ache within her shoulders. Removing the blindfold, Angelique turned around, resting her butt on the large wooden desk and scooting forward so that her feet touched the ground. She watched as Anthony did his pants then pulled his button up shirt over his smooth mocha skin.
The pounding in her heart calmed and she gathered her clothes, dressing slowly, her eyes surveying the fresh bruises across her abdomen and hips. A smile touched her face at the pretty colors that dotted her milky white skin, like exotic flowers tossed upon a blanket of snow; they would be reminders, however temporary, of this encounter, allowing her to relive every exquisite detail and sensation.
"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Alexander?" She stood tall, prim.
"No, Miss Larson. Is everything prepped for the meeting with Mr. Daniels?"
Angelique glanced at the clock. "Yes, and he is due to arrive within the next fifteen minutes."
"Excellent. That will be all."
"Yes, Mr. Alexander." Turning on her heel, she left the office.
Angelique sat down at her desk and checked her makeup, feeling quite satisfied and pleased with her boss. Grabbing her tablet, she made her way to the conference room to make sure everything was set for the meeting that would be taking place shortly.
As she headed to the conference room, Angelique spotted a young man being followed by a small entourage. His rich auburn hair shone in the light and gave him an air of radiance that stopped Angelique in her tracks. She stared at him, noticing there was something that seemed vaguely familiar to her. As he approached her, she could feel his commanding presence and the power he exuded, reminding her of Mr. Alexander, especially as she was still switching her mind out of obedient submissive mode and into proper secretary mode. Angelique backed up against the wall as he walked by. He smiled at her and nodded, while the men around him babbled on about the upcoming meeting.
This must be Jeremy Daniels, the billionaire boy wonder whose company just developed a new rocket engine for their upcoming joint venture into commercial space launching satellites.
The young billionaire had made all of his money developing software that ran the engines, sold it to a large defense contractor, and then proceeded to write an even better program for his own company. This man was brilliant, beautiful, rich, and nothing like Angelique had expected. She had pictured in her mind the stereotypical nerd: weird, a little overweight, and someone whose only redeeming quality was that he was rich. He was nothing of the sorts, which unsettled her for some reason.
As she watched him walk away, she was snapped back to the present by Anthony placing his hand gently on her shoulder from behind.
Chapter Four
"You ready to go do this?" He smiled and walked past her, glancing back over his shoulder at her.
Angelique smiled. "Of course." She followed after him, being the last to enter the room.
Walking through the doorway, Angelique was nearly overwhelmed by the scent of so many men in one room. She wondered, for a moment, if the smell of sex still lingered on her skin and smiled at a fleeting fantasy of enjoying all of these men at once as she took a seat next to her boss and across from Jeremy Daniels and his people.
With these two powerful men sitting directly across from one another, there was a nearly palpable tension in the air. Her boss was slightly older than Mr. Daniels, but the younger man carried a confidence about him that bespoke of a rivaling maturity. Despite their age difference, she noted several similarities between the two. One of Jeremy's minions leaned over and whispered in his ear. There was something about him... she couldn't quite place it but she swore she knew him, as if from a dream.
The meeting commenced and carried on as all these types of meetings do, but with a few differences that piqued Angelique's interest. Usually there was a lot of posturing and big talk about how everyone in the room is the greatest and together they will rule the world. But not so much this time. Jeremy didn't seem to be flustered by much of anything her boss threw at him, almost like it didn't matter to him what happened. He did seem to be looking at her quite a bit, though. Granted, her position next to Anthony could have made it only appear he was looking at her, but she was nearly certain she had caught him looking directly at her as she looked up from her note taking.
The meeting ended after a few hours, with everyone agreeing that they should go out to dinner together to further discuss things. Anthony needed to attend to some previous business quickly and said he would catch up with them shortly. He volunteered Angelique to go with them in their car and show them how to get to the restaurant. This didn't bother her, however, as it would allow her time to better figure out this Jeremy Daniels without the risk of upsetting Anthony and making him jealous. The presence of his cohorts wouldn't be a problem; she knew from previous experience that being the only woman there, he was going to focus on her alone.
As they headed out of the conference room, Anthony took her aside. "Just keep them happy until I get there. Everything will be charged to the company expense account, anyway. I have to handle this situation in finance. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Yes, of course, Mr. Alexander." She smiled as he turned and walked away, her eyes following his muscular form until he turned the corner. Turning back, she could see the cluster of men gathering at the door. They walked slowly toward the elevator, trying not to make it look like they were waiting for her.
Her stilettos struck a sharp tattoo across the floor as she approached them, catching their attention. They all stopped speaking and turned to look at her at the same time.
Angelique smiled at Jeremy, ignoring the other men. "Are we ready?"
"Yes, I believe so. Shall we then?" He motioned for her to lead.
They walked maybe ten feet and she swore she could feel their eyes glued to her ass. She glanced back over her shoulder, as if to make sure they were still following, and confirmed her suspicions. Turning back, she smiled. Her drive was in full gear today and she couldn't help but love the attention. She may dress this way just for Mr. Alexander, but the extra attention it brought her from other men was definitely a perk.
She pressed the button for the elevator and they stood there waiting for some time with the light stuck at the second floor.
"Hmm, perhaps we should take the stairs?" she asked, turning about to face the group of men. They all agreed, nodding their heads yes, obviously having become bored more quickly than she had with waiting for an elevator that was stuck on the second floor. They were only on the third floor, so it wouldn't be too difficult to take the stairs instead.
They made small talks as they descended the stairs, Angelique concentrating on navigating them carefully in her six inch heels. Glancing back over her shoulder out of politeness at Jeremy, she couldn't help but see that he was staring at her quite hard. At the top of the final flight of stairs, she turned back once more, when the heel of her stiletto snapped. Her body twisted backward as she began to fall. She could see Jeremy reach for her though the distance between them quickly grew. Fear filled her for just a moment before she hit the stairs, tumbling to the bottom. Then, her world went dark.
Chapter Five
Angelique opened her eyes. A bright light shone directly above her and made her squint and turn her head, which only brought pain and made her dizzy. Her heart began to pound in her chest. Fighting against the pain and dizziness, she looked about, finally realizing that she was in a hospital room.
"Angelique, you're awake." A voice came from a chair beside her bed.
"Yeah..." She tried to sit up but the pain in her head only intensified.
"You may want to take it easy for a bit. You took a nasty fall down the stairs. The doctor said you banged your head and have a light concussion. But other than a couple of bruises you should be okay." Jeremy leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at her intently. "I didn't know anything about you except your first name so that is the only information I was able to give the nurse when I brought you in."
