OUTLAW'S BABY

by Amy Brent

  It was quite a deal and I couldn’t say no! Who says that you cannot have your cake and eat it too!

  SURRENDERING TO THE 3 ALPHAS

  Chapter one

  My mother told me that I would get myself into trouble if I hanged out with my friend and she wasn’t wrong. Joan looked like the most straight-laced woman that you would ever meet, but underneath she was a dirty little girl. She would constantly pull me into these situations that were ripe with consequences. This girl had a one-track mind for only those that were packing a substantial offering.

  “Michelle, you have no idea how nice it is to find someone that is willing to go outside their comfort zone. I know that my other friends would gladly do that, but they’ve all got married and are having kids. I don’t know where the time has gone. I’m almost reaching my 40th year and I still don’t have any need to settle down and have a conventional way of living. There are too many young pieces that have not tasted a woman like me and they are about to find out that I can be quite a handful.” She was wearing her customary red dress, as armor, going into the battle of the sexes.

  “Every time that I say that I will never do anything like that again, you always seem to find a way to draw me back into your web of depravity. Guys really don’t have a chance when they are around you and I tend to get the blowback of what you don’t want. I haven’t had one that was able to hold their liquor long enough to give me what I wanted.” I thought I didn’t need anybody, but myself, but cold sheets had a way of getting old in a hurry. “I’m an only child and you can imagine that means that I’m looking for approval where ever I can get it.” I tried to take things nice and slow, but Joan had a funny way of pushing the envelope of good sense and judgment.

  “You can’t kid me, Michelle. You know as well as I do that this is something that you need in your life. If it wasn’t for me, you would have been stuck in your home diddling yourself.” The one thing that I can always count on from Joan was to be straightforward. She wasn’t exactly easy to be around and sometimes I found myself embarrassed by her actions. Ogling guys and whistling at them as they walked past was just one of many little things that she did that made me want to crawl into a hole and die. My long black hair was pulled into a ponytail and the little black dress that is customary for every woman’s closet was now adorning my body. I was never very comfortable with displaying this much skin, but sometimes walking a different path lets you see a new perspective.

  She walked right into the club and was immediately surrounded by a gaggle of men looking for her attention. It was obvious from the way they were acting that it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. I may not have gone out with her all the time, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t go out alone.

  There were times when I was working in the office punching numbers into the computer that I felt like wallpaper. There was no way I could stand on the sidelines in this club and be some kind of fly on the wall. I would have thought that she would get lost in the sea of available men, but she took the time to come back over and drag me into the middle of things.

  One guy, in particular, was sizing me up, but his playboy act was not working on me. The gold chain around his neck was sleazy and the way he leered at me made me feel like I wasn’t wearing anything at all.

  “I want all of you to meet a friend of mine. Michelle needs a little fun in her life and I expect all of you will do your damnedest to show her a good time. Just remember, I will be watching and if I see anything that is making her uncomfortable, then you can expect me to step in to intervene on her behalf.” She was an interesting friend to have in my Rolodex, but it wasn’t like I could stand being around her for more than one day a week. “I do believe that somebody said something about buying some shots.” She was the life of the party and I was a meek and mild young thing at the age of 21 with barely any life experience. Why an older woman like her would take me underneath her wing was beyond me.

  I was listening to the music and sipping my drink gingerly when somebody grabbed me by the wrist. It was with enough force that some of my drink went spilling over the top of the glass. I managed to put it back down on the counter by reaching out to my arm before I was pulled onto the dance floor with the one that had been looking at me from the moment that he had laid his eyes on me.

  “Michelle, my name is Michael and I would like to tell you that you are the prettiest thing in this room. The only thing that is missing is your clothes on my floor and your body splayed out on my red silk sheets. I have a mirror over my bed that allows me to watch every single motion.” I got the feeling that he thought he was telling me something that would endear me to him, but it was doing the exact opposite. “I want to get you out of that dress and to see what you’re hiding underneath.” He was grinding against me and I had my hands on his chest, but not in an intimate way. I wanted him to leave me alone, but I didn’t have the courage to say something like that.

  He was persistent and domineering and he really didn’t want me to leave his side. “I’m sure that there are other girls that would love to have your kind of attention. Don’t let me stop you from finding your next conquest.” I thought that I was making myself very clear, but apparently, everything I said went in one ear and out the other. “I don’t know if you know this, but I’m more into girls.” I thought that might throw cold water on his parade, but instead, his package only grew by the mere mention that I might be into giving women what they wanted.

  I should have known that he would have had that fantasy and every man probably thought about that at one time in his life. He tried to kiss me and I moved my head just in time for him to get my cheek. I thought that his advances being rebuffed would be enough to stop this game, but apparently, it was a hunt that he was hot for.

  “You need to loosen up and maybe a few more shots will put you in a better mood.” The mood that he was talking about was swaying to an unseen beat with my head swimming and my body practically begging for any man regardless of race, creed, or color to take me to heights of pleasure that I had never known before. “You and I are going to have fun whether you like it or not.” With those words, he grabbed my waist. I made an involuntary gasp, but it certainly wasn’t from arousal.

  “I’m not the kind of girl that you think I am. Joan was only suggesting that I enjoy myself, but not necessarily in the way that you are taking her intention.” I was using big words and stringing them together to make him cock his eyebrow with that of curiosity and confusion. “I’m not looking to hook up and I don’t know how much clearer I can be.” That didn’t stop him from pushing his pelvis up against my own. Even though he was not my type, that didn’t mean that his cock wasn’t rubbing me in just the right way.

  Working in a dead-end job had its advantages. People rarely looked in my direction and I was left to my own devices. I liked my solitude, but Joan was not about to let me become some kind of a hermit. I enjoyed a good book and I didn’t even own a television. It came from growing up in the great outdoors. My parents were always stressing to enjoy life and to take every opportunity to experience something new. I may not have been very sociable, but I did take to extreme sports like a duck does to water.

  I really didn’t want to be in his arms and his sweaty body and very pungent cologne were making me a little sick to my stomach. I got lost in my head. I thought about the last time that I went skiing. I could feel the cold whipping my face and making me feel alive as my speed got even more intense. I was smiling and I think my dance partner took that as a form of surrender. He put his lips on me and I could taste something disgusting like garlic permeating his breath. I was brought back to reality and I started to pound on his chest with him taking that for a challenge to his manhood. He snuck his hand up underneath my dress. He was touching my inner thigh, therefore making me concerned for my safety.

  “Take your damn hands off her.” I glanced to my side to see this handsome dark-haired stranger wearing a pair of jeans that were two sizes too small. His shirt was busting out with
all sorts of muscles and with one wrong flex, he woyld have probably ripped through it. “I don’t think you heard what I said and maybe I should do something about that.” He put his hand on this sleaze bags shoulder.

  The smile on Michael’s face told me that things were going to get ugly in a hurry. I really didn’t want to be the cause of some kind of bar fight, but I kind of enjoyed that this guy had come to my rescue like an old-fashioned knight in shining armor.

  Chapter two

  The music was still playing very loudly and not very many people knew that the drama unfolding was going to turn into a bloodbath. The man holding onto me let me go before he had his finger where it shouldn’t be. I didn’t give him any encouragement and apparently he didn’t need any.

  He turned to face my savior, but he didn’t stop with that. He swung his fist and made contact with this man’s jaw. I jumped back startled, but it barely did anything. In fact, he turned his cheek for a moment and rubbed his finger on a drop of blood on his chin. It did not raise his anger, but he did act as if the punch didn’t even bother him. “My mother hits harder than that.” He got one more punch for mistakenly trying to bring up his mother in conversation. “I wouldn’t make the mistake of trying something like that again. I’ve been very patient, but my patience only goes so far.”

  The guy that had manhandled me was looking at him like he was some kind of alien. He was already three sheets to the wind and that only enhanced his courage and gave him the incentive to do something more. He tried for one more punch and the guy literally grabbed his fist in midair and squeezed with enough force to bring this guy down to his knees.

  “My name is Sean and my two brothers are John and Billy.” As if on cue, two more handsome dark haired gentlemen stepped into the light like they were there all the time to lend a hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Permit us to get rid of the garbage and we’ll be right back to take a bow of victory.” All three of them forced their will on this man and seeing that he was outnumbered and outgunned, he decided to make a strategic exit.

  I looked around for Joan, but she was already busy with two young college kids that couldn’t have been more than 20 years old. She was definitely robbing the cradle and told me several times that getting together with young men gave her back her youth. I was about to call it a night, but these three guys came over and surrounded me with enough testosterone that it was actually thick in the air.

  “Let me buy all of you a drink.” I tried to push past John, but he was like a damn tank and built to take a beating. He literally lifted me into the air over his shoulder and carried me into the back room where there was apparently a high stakes poker game going on.

  “I have to apologize for John and sometimes, he acts like a Neanderthal. I understand the sentiment and I do admit that I find you quite attractive. I own my own tailoring business with my brothers and I would say that you were 5’4 and 120lbs.” I was stunned that Sean could pinpoint me down to the exact measurements.” I had quite the handful on my chest and being in their gravity had made my nipples eraser hard.

  There was one guy lying on the table with the losing hard of a pair of kings in his hands. He had passed out with drool coming out of the side of his mouth. It looked like the game had just about finished and the bounty was claimed by the three brothers. Sean scattered the money around on the table before lifting me off my feet, until I was planted with him sliding easily between my legs. My dress had already risen a few inches and I couldn’t help to notice that all of these guys had their eyes on me.

  “I get the feeling like I just went from the frying pan into the fire.” The smile on Sean’s face was soon coming closer until we were kissing wildly. I had never felt so out of control and then I felt hands all over me igniting a fire down below that was no mere ember. This was a four-alarm blaze and one that I could not deny. “What the fuck…we only live once.” I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go, especially in a semi-public place like the backroom of a club.

  Billy was the shy and quiet type, but I did get the sense that he was waiting for an engraved invitation. I reached out with no regard for what I was doing, grabbed his collar, and pulled him to me. If I had to drop the pretense of being shy, then he was damn well going to do the same thing. He looked a little out of place and was biting his lip with nervousness that only made me want to corrupt him even more.

  John had placed his hands on my inner thighs to spread me open. I was wearing panties, but they were a mere nuisance. John pulled them down and gave them to me. I looked at them and wondered what he had in mind, but Sean showed me in no uncertain terms. He brought my hand up to my mouth with the panties enclosed and he made me chew on the fabric. John had inserted his tongue where no man had been for over four months.

  I literally went crazy, shaking from an orgasm that slapped me across the face out of nowhere. I dropped back on the table with my legs over John’s shoulders. I humped the air and grabbed onto his hair, which was very short, but still very manageable.

  I wanted to scream, but the panties were stifling any kind of exclamation of surprise and pleasure. It really didn’t matter and the music outside the doors was keeping anybody from knowing what was going on. It was kind of exciting and scary at the same time, but I found myself believing that they wouldn’t hurt me.

  My feet were dangling over John’s shoulders, while the dress was being pulled down over my more prominent assets. My breasts were right there for the taking and Sean and Billy were more than anxious to sample my wares. Their techniques were different. Billy was softer and Sean wasn’t exactly holding back by biting the tip. I moaned with my eyes closed and feeling like this sexual creature that had just been given license to do whatever the hell she wanted.

  The table wasn’t all that big and lying back had my head hanging over the side. I heard a growl of satisfaction and then the sound of a zipper being pulled down right in front of my eyes. I looked up into the blue eyes of Sean and he was ready to get is cock out and into something warm. Upside down, this thing looked gigantic and I would probably put it at 8 inches and thick enough that it would probably be a match for any beer can.

  “We have to take our cue from her. We don’t do anything unless we are sure that this is what she wants.” Sean was trying to be the voice of reason for all of them. He didn’t have to worry because my body was pretty much betraying any kind of argument that my mind might’ve had. I was squirming to the touch of John digging his fingernails into my thighs. His tongue was deep inside me and my pussy was grabbing onto him and trying to rip his tongue right out of his mouth.

  Sean moved his cock head back and forth in front of my eyes as if he was trying to hypnotize me into doing his bidding. The droplet on the top was making my mouth water for a chance to taste it. I had never been so reckless or careless in my life and I knew that my mother would be appalled if she had seen me in that position. I was old enough to know better and old enough to not give a damn.

  The panties were pulled out of my mouth and I screamed. “FUCK me with your tongue… I want to cum all over your face and leave you glazed like a doughnut.” My wet pussy was pretty much telling me what to say and even though the words sounded foreign, it did feel nice to let go and do something totally out of character. “Somebody better fuck my mouth and I mean right now.” It sounded like somebody else, but then Sean was right there with that mushroom cap ready to take advantage of my otherwise perverted nature.

  “We found a wild one.” Sean forced his way past my teeth and my jaws stretched to accommodate the girth of such a weapon. I had to give John credit and he stayed down there for a good solid 20 minutes giving me the kind of oral experience that any woman would have been happy to have. Guys may not know, but if you give a girl an orgasm with your tongue, then she will do anything.

  “I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve never done anything like this before and it feels a little strange. I don’t mean to be the poison pill, but maybe we should stop and talk about this before we go
any further.” Billy was the only one of us that was using logic. It was not hard to see that his excitement was raging out of control. I reached out with my hand and made him gasp, but he did not stop me from reaching in and pulling him to the open.

  He easily succumbed to my nimble fingers working him over into a frothy frenzy. His cream was spilling over the top and this was just from being over stimulated. I had to admit that his willingness to back away, even when his body was telling him something else was admirable.

  “I don’t know about John, but I have no reason to talk about this. She’s willing and she’s not exactly fighting us much.” Sean laughed at my expense with his cock deep in my mouth. “I don’t know if I could even stop if I wanted to. I’m going to fill her mouth and make her swallow it.” I was being objectified, but I don’t think I cared in the very least. In fact, I found it quite exciting to give these guys a moment of pleasure before going our separate ways.

  I came and that orgasm was so powerful that my ass literally drove itself up into the air. I was going into convulsions and screaming at the top of my lungs. My mouth was open and my tongue lazily lapping at the shaft that was still taking pleasure from my mouth.

  “Now you’ve done it… little bitch… YESSSSS.” The knob expanded and began to expel shot after shot that had me literally scared of being drowned. I had to swallow several times and this was the first time in my life that I didn’t feel like I faded into the woodwork. I was alive and I had no idea how I could justify my actions, but I was not about to shine a light on any of that.

  It felt like a fantasy and something imaginary, but I knew from the way that my body was responding that it was all too real. Amazingly, John did not stop and he gave me two more good orgasms, while Sean sat down and was stroking new life into his appendage. Billy was sweating and I could see the look in his eyes. There was no doubt that my hands were the magic touch.