Page 33 of Beast
“What? Now you’re just going to stand there like two dumb animals?” I crossed my arms, and Diesel dropped his underwear. Fuck, it was going to be painful.
“If you wanna be an old lady in this club, you need to learn the rules for your kind.” Watcher pointed to the floor in front of them. Okay. I stepped up and went to my knees, placing a hand on each erect cock. They were warm and hard, Diesel’s throbbing for action.
I put Diesel in my mouth first, and it felt as though my mouth would split open. He jabbed at the back of my throat, and I fought the urge to gag, getting it straight in my mind to let him fuck my mouth. I figured, like any man, once he came, he was done. I sucked him hard, hand working up and down his shaft, the other hand jacking Watcher off. If I could get both men to come now, my body would be saved from being torn apart.
Diesel went down my throat, and tears filled my eyes. I didn’t stop. I wanted him to come and finish. It wasn’t that I didn’t want any of this. I just didn’t want to be maimed in the process.
The men had special stamina, Diesel fucking my face like he could go on forever, Watcher thrusting into my hand as if he were in it for the long hall. I closed my eyes and let instincts take over, my mouth working hard on Diesel, my hand lost in a struggle with Watcher’s cock.
Warm wetness sprayed my arm, and Watcher moaned. When he finished, his cock went soft. I was almost done.
Diesel put his massive hands around my head and fucked me wildly, saliva pouring from my mouth, bubbling like a child’s bubbles. His hips bucked, and his cock dived deeper down my throat. I could feel the warm jets of come shooting down my esophagus, so amazed at the sheer amount of come that my gagging reflexes seemed to disappear. I let him finish and then watched cross-eyed as his cock pulled away. I’d won the battle.
Watcher crossed the room and grabbed two beers from a mini-fridge. He handed one bottle to Diesel, and the men clinked bottles. I stood and grabbed my clothes.
“Where are you going?” Watcher said. “We aren’t finished.” The men laughed together.
“But I thought . . .”
“You thought wrong,” Diesel said and came at me, his mouth on a nipple, his large hand on the other. I wrapped my arm around his head and held on, throwing my head back as his teeth closed. I wanted to scream, but his teeth eased up, and he sucked hard. My pussy grew wet as I clawed the biker’s back. He picked me up and tossed me on the bed, cock hard again.
My pussy throbbed to have him inside me. I didn’t care how much it would hurt because I knew, eventually, my slick hole would take his entire width and replace the pain with the need to be fucked, and that’s precisely what he did.
“Godddamn, Diesel,” I screamed when he entered me, and that was the last opportunity I had to say anything. Watcher stuck his cock in my mouth. I tasted dried come and was hopeful he’d not shoot another load.
Diesel sat back on his knees and pulled me hard. He stretched my legs up against his chest, pounding me repeatedly. After several minutes, I let go. There was no need to fight the two large men. I belonged to them. I wanted to belong to them. I wasn’t an old lady yet, but I was owned. As much as I hated MCs for what happened to Kristine, I suddenly felt as if I’d never be anything else but a biker whore. Honestly, at that moment, that’s all I wanted in life, the two men brutal in an amazing way. I was never a woman to be owned, but that all changed as I succumbed.
Unable to move under my own strength, Diesel turned me face down. Watcher moved beneath me. I knew what they were about to do and wished upon wishes that they would switch. There was no way my ass could survive Diesel.
Diesel reached for something inside the nightstand, and then I felt a slick warmth on my ass. Lube. Thank goodness for lube.
Watcher entered my stretched pussy, an easy fit for a man smaller than Diesel. I took a deep breath and relaxed, finding a point in my mind I could go to and hang out while Diesel drilled me. I felt the pressure, fighting the urge to tense. I saw exploding starbursts as he spread me. Think of a special place, I told myself.
Diesel, his lube-covered cock throbbing, pushed forward. I stayed relaxed, starved for my own climax. I didn’t wait long because Watcher’s cock found the appropriate place, and as Diesel drove deeper, I came wet and moaning.
I collapsed onto Watcher, and the two men continued their pounding. I couldn’t walk the next day, but I didn’t care. No woman would care. I’d just been given every woman’s dream.
The bikers came again, filling both holes. And then they were gone, leaving me sweaty and spent on the bed. Some days, it did pay to get out of bed in the morning. Diesel had been brutal, but he had also held back. I lived to fuck another day, but my need to pin Kristen’s death on the club began to fade.
12
Skittles
Brainiacsatintheoffice while I sat at the lobby desk. He devised new security measures and needed a few hours to implement the standards. I wasn’t sure how he would do that with six screens of fucking in front of him.
“The three little whores,” I said when Gigi, Carmen, and Wendy came in. A week had passed since they last visited.
“Why all the bikers outside?” Gigi asked. “Waiting to get laid?”
“Protection from the rival club.”
“All my stuff is in my truck,” Wendy said. Gigi rolled her eyes. Gigi had not come to stay.
Carmen came around the desk and sat next to me. “I’m ready whenever. Carmen and I are going to share an apartment.”
“Don’t count me in,” Gigi said.
“Even after getting pounded by Diesel?” I asked.
