Chapter 1 – Spencer
The bar was packed full of hot chicks, all of them looking to get fucked. A girl didn’t come out to a biker bar like this one unless she was on the prowl. I knew exactly what they wanted, and I wanted it, too. One of these girls was going to get the fuck of a lifetime. I just hadn’t decided which one yet.
I sat at the table with my friends, and I looked over the prospects for the night. I’d seen a lot of them before. Hell, I’d fucked a lot of them before. But I wasn’t the kind of guy who went back for seconds. Once I’d had a chick, I was done with her, and I moved onto the next one. Life was too short to fuck the same pussy twice.
I spotted a blonde, curvy girl that was standing over by the bar. She’d been hanging around the motorcycle club for a while. I assumed she was trying to be somebody’s old lady. I wasn’t after that, at all, but she looked fucking juicy, and I was horny. She might be the one. For tonight, at least.
“What’s the deal with that Tiffany girl?” I asked Dustin. He was my right-hand man and best friend.
“I think she used to be a stripper or something,” he said.
I nodded. “Perfect.”
I got up from the table and made my way over to her. She was talking to somebody else, but when she saw me, she immediately turned her attention right toward me. It wasn’t a surprise. As President of the club, I was the big swinging dick around here, and all these girls wanted me.
It was one of the reasons I couldn’t get into the chicks who hung around our motorcycle club. They were too submissive. If I told them to bark like a dog, they would do it. Sure, it made things easy when I wanted to get my dick wet, but that was all these girls were good for. I needed a chick with some fucking fire in her, and these girls didn’t have it.
It was part of the reason why I hadn’t dated in such a long time. The other reason was my bitch of an ex-wife, but I wasn’t about to think about her bullshit right now. My cock had its sights set on Tiffany, the ex-stripper. I wanted to see how well she could work my pole.
“Hey, beautiful,” I said to her. “How are you doing tonight?”
She smiled and began to twirl a strand of blonde hair around her finger.
“Hi,” she said in a fake-sexy voice, one that I assumed she thought I would like. The truth was, I hated when girls talked like that. But I didn’t need to respect this chick. In fact, the less respect for her, the better.
“I want you,” I said to her.
Her eyes lit up, and she held out her hand. I grabbed it and led her away from the bar. That was all it fucking took with girls like this. Three little words and they’d follow me wherever I went. It was perfect for someone like me.
We went into the bathroom, and I pushed her roughly against the grimy wall. She gasped at the violent move, but her eyes told me she was into it. Of course, she was. I was a big, bad biker. These chicks didn’t come to me looking for a polite fuck and a cuddle afterward. They wanted it rough and dirty, and that was just how I liked it.
I grabbed her face and slammed my mouth to hers. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and we began encircling our tongues. My hands moved to her tits, and I gave them a squeeze. Then, I pulled back and looked at her.
“You’re pretty hot,” I said.
Her eyes flashed with excitement. I yanked her shirt up and pulled her bra down, exposing her firm, creamy tits. I began to suck on her nipple.
She moaned. “I’ve always wanted to get with you.”
No shit. The girl had been hanging around the whole time, waiting for me. They usually did. My cock loved it. The rest of me didn’t give a shit.
I smiled at her and slid my hand under her tiny skirt. It barely covered anything, like it was designed for a situation exactly like this. To give a man easy access for a quick fuck. I was a fan.
My hand found her pussy, and I began to rub it through her soaked panties.
“Someone’s already wet,” I whispered to her.
She bit her lip and smiled. “Yeah, I am. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a while.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say something?”
I put my mouth back on hers. I didn’t want to talk anymore. I just wanted to get inside of her and fuck her until I came.
I moved the lace of her panties to the side and found her hard, throbbing clit. This bitch was good to go, and I’d barely even done anything. I moved my fingers down and slid them deep inside of her, penetrating her easily because of how fucking wet she was. She let out a loud moan, and her head leaned back against the wall.
She could be as loud as she wanted. We were at a bar full of bikers. I wasn’t worried about them hearing us having sex. It wouldn’t be the first time they heard me, and it wouldn’t be the last.
I slipped my fingers out of her and pulled her panties down. I stepped back and admired her bare pussy, shimmering with wetness. She took advantage of the moment to unzip my pants and pull my cock out. It was thick and hard for her. She dropped to her knees and gripped my cock in her fist. Her delicate hand stroked along my length, and I groaned at the feeling. This wasn’t her first rodeo.
She opened her mouth and wrapped her red lips around the tip. Her tongue swirled around me head, running over the ridges of me. Then she began to move her head back and forth, sucking my cock like a champ.
She looked up at me as she did it, and it was hot as fuck. I loved when girls made eye contact with me while they sucked my cock. It was a hell of a show.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned and placed a hand on the back of her head.
I guided her mouth farther down on my cock. She took me all the way into her throat and didn’t even make a sound. Fuck, it was hot. I started thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat. It felt so fucking good, but I knew I would come quickly if I kept choking her with my dick. I’d just had a blow job the night before, and tonight, I wanted to feel a pussy.
I grabbed her hair in my fist and yanked her off my cock roughly. She looked up at me. Her lipstick was smeared, and her mascara ran in dark streaks down her cheeks. It was a good fucking look for her. It made my cock even harder.
“Stand up, and bend over,” I commanded, letting go of her hair.
Without a word, she stood up and bent over. She planted her hands on the tiled wall and shoved her ass out toward me. I didn’t bother undressing her anymore. I didn’t need to. I just flipped her skirt up onto her back, giving me a full view of her luscious ass. I was pretty sure I could see her juices running down her thighs. Fuck, this chick was dirty.
Unable to hold back anymore, I grabbed my hard cock and lined it up with her sexy little pussy. Then I shoved my cock deep inside her tight little hole.
She let out a quivering moan, and I felt her body tremble as I filled her up.
“Holy fuck,” I growled.
She was so tight and wet, and her pussy gripped my cock like a fist. It was everything I loved about fucking women.
She was holding onto the wall, and I grabbed onto her hips. I begin to thrust my cock in and out of her, harder and faster. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, and I could smell the musky scent of her arousal in my nostrils. It was an amazing combination.
She was loud, but I liked it loud. I gripped her hips harder, and I pounded my cock into her, as deep as I could go. She was tight, and her pussy squeezed around my cock.
I was deep inside of her and loving every single second of it. It was pure pleasure. I could feel myself getting close to coming, and I sped up my thrusts. I saw her place her hand on her clit and rub it. I was glad that she was gonna try to make herself come because I wasn’t going to waste the time. I was fucking her to get myself off. I needed the release.
I slapped her ass as I continued to plow into her. She moaned louder every time I spanked her.
“You like that?” I asked her, and I slapped her ass one more time.
She moaned in response. I felt her pussy clench around my cock, and her whole body tensed up. Her hot juices flowed around my cock as she came.
I started moving faster and harder. After just a couple more thrusts, I felt overwhelming pleasure run through my body. My cock exploded inside of her, and I filled up her tight pussy with my come.
When my orgasm finished, I pulled out of her and used a paper towel to wipe my cock off. I pulled up my pants, took one last look at my come dribbling down her thighs, and then I left the bathroom without another word.