Sex Piston (Biker Bitches)

by Jamie Begley

  Sex Piston was like a cat; she loved to be petted and stroked. She responded to gentleness with a natural seductiveness that had his cock hardening and his balls tightening. He wanted to fuck her senseless, yet he restrained the wildness that was coursing through his bloodstream to dominant this woman and bring her to heel. Instead, he gave her another finger, driving her desire higher by stroking her inner walls in a movement that would heighten her sensitivity to his touch.

  A small moan came from her lips just before she buried her face in the pillow beneath her. He removed his hand and, turning to his nightstand, grabbed a condom before ripping the package open and rolling the condom on his cock, barely managing to control the instinct to bury the naked length into her waiting pussy.

  He knew she was on birth control, but she refused to let him fuck her bare, even after he had offered repeatedly to show he had a clear bill of health.

  Condom in place, he slid his length between her legs. Burying his face in her neck, he took his time sliding his cock inside her slick warmth. Her back arched beneath him, pulling him deeper as he began thrusting inside her. His hands slid underneath her chest, seeking and finding her breasts. His fingers latched onto her nipples, gently rolling the tips until her felt the nubs harden.

  She tried to spread her legs wider, but his thighs held her still, keeping her pussy tight. He stroked her harder as she began thrusting her ass back at him.

  Another moan rose from the depths of the pillow.

  “You’re pussy is the best I’ve ever had,” he murmured in her ear. She tensed underneath him and he began fucking her harder. “It’s the last pussy I’m ever going to have.” He felt her begin to struggle underneath him at his words,giving her exactly what she didn’t want from him—a piece of his soul.

  “While you’re at work today, I want you to remember how it felt to have my cock in your pussy and my hands on your tits, and know that I’m the only one that’s ever going to have you. Ever.” His hands moved away from her breasts, sliding down her body, past her taut stomach, finding her clit and stroking it as his cock plunged faster inside her.

  He felt the walls of her pussy clench as she came; his balls tightened until he couldn’t control his own climax and then he pounded his orgasm out into her sweet as sin pussy.

  She barely let him finish before she tried to throw him off her. “Get off, asshole.” Romance was definitely not in the woman’s arsenal.

  Stud laughed as he moved to the side, letting her have the freedom she needed. She climbed out of bed as soon as she was freed, throwing him a stubborn look that let him know she was far from agreeing with him that he was going to be her one and only.

  “Sex Piston, just once I wish you would let me finish coming before you’re calling me an asshole,” he mocked her as she scrambled into her clothes.

  “Then don’t piss me off,” she retorted as she pulled her top over her tumbled curls. He wanted to drag her back into the bed and kiss her until the stubborn look disappeared, but knew she had to get to work and he had to get the girls ready for school.

  Stud climbed out of bed and threw a grin in her direction. “How did I piss you off by telling you that you’re never going to fuck another man?”

  “Because I’ll fuck anyone I want. You might have been my first, but you’re sure as shit won’t be my last.” Pulling her boots on, she then grabbed her bike keys from the nightstand.

  Zipping his jeans closed, he gave her a look that had her freezing in place. It was a look that left no doubt of his intentions, and gave her a warning that while he let her have her way with keeping their relationship a secret, it was only because he let her.

  “Sex Piston, I’m going to give you a warning and you better listen up because I’m only going to give it once.” Putting on his own boots, he faced the woman staring at him with an expression of stubbornness. “I’m not a man who is going to let you cut off his balls to keep you happy. There’s room for only one man in this relationship and that’s me.” He raised his hand to stop her undoubtedly nasty response to his words. “I’m not Ace or those other fuckwads who have let you have your way to keep you happy. Try to make a move on another man and you’ll see a whole other side of me.”

  “Whatcha going to do, Stud?” Sex Piston went to the bedroom door, her hand going to the doorknob.

  “He won’t be able to fuck you with every bone in his body broken, and you’ll never doubt me again.” His words rang in her mind as she left Stud standing with his hands on his hips, leaving do doubt in her mind that he meant exactly what he said.

  The ruthless intent on his face reminded her of the night he had seen her in The Last Riders’ clubhouse. No, Stud wouldn’t like sharing. That was kind of a point in his favor. Nevertheless, the jerk would eventually screw up and then she would kick him to the curb. Of course she had to get tired of doing him first.

  Going outside and getting on her bike, she maneuvered it onto the road, going home to get changed before work. She let herself quietly into the house, not wanting to wake her parents. However, as she closed the door, Skulls came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand.

  “Morning.”

  “Hey, Pops.” Sex Piston felt the blood rush to her cheeks at his knowing look.

  Rushing to her room, she took off her clothes and then took a quick shower. Getting dressed, she put on a red dress that clung to her figure, a pair of heels and her black, swing jacket.

  Ready for work, she went out of her room to find Stud dropping off Star. Her pops was holding the wiggling toddler as Fat Louise came in the front door.

  Star was fussy and she was fighting going to Fat Louise, squirming against Skulls hold. At Sex Piston’s movement, the little girl’s eyes lit on her.

  “Sexy,” she bellowed, reaching out.

  Sex Piston thought seriously about walking by the child with everyone’s surprised gaze on her. Yet, unable to resist, she reached for the little girl, feeling chubby arms circle her neck. A dollop of her drool landed on the front of her dress, leaving a damp mark, but she didn’t notice it as she turned away, leaving startled gazes following her as she went into the kitchen.

  Sitting the little girl in the highchair, she gave Star a cracker to tear apart as she began making her oatmeal. Fat Louise came into the kitchen, taking a seat and began playing with Star.

  “I got offered a job at the hospital.” Fat Louise had been out of work for the last year since her last job had ended with the business closing. “I can’t turn it down, Sex Piston.”

  “I know.” She poured the oatmeal into two bowls, setting them down at the table. She gave one to Fat Louise and blew on the other sticky mess for Star.

  “I start Monday,” Fat Louise continued, looking at her friend carefully as she blew on her own oatmeal.

  “Okay,” she said, feeding Star the spoonful of cooled oatmeal.

  “What are we going to do?” Fat Louise asked.

  “I don’t know. I’ll think of something,” she answered, making her voice more confident than she sounded.

  The kitchen door opened and her ma came in wearing her housecoat. “I’m sorry, girls. I overslept.”

  Sizzle went to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee before taking a seat at the table. Sex Piston fed the child another cooled bite before sliding the bowl in front of her ma.

  “I have to go or I’m going to be late.” Taking a napkin, she cleaned Star’s mouth and then leaned down to brush butterfly kisses on her soft cheek, producing giggles from the little girl that had Sex Piston smiling before leaving the room. Her smile disappeared when she went to the table to get her purse and saw that Stud was still there talking with Skulls.

  “Later, Pops.” Refusing to acknowledge the arrogant ass that was staring at her, she ignored the amusement in her pops eyes as he stared back and forth between the two.

  “Later, Sex Piston,” Skulls replied.

  She had the door opened and had almost managed to make it out the door before Stu
d opened his mouth. “Sex Piston, you left your cell phone at my place this morning. Your dad put it in your purse so you wouldn’t forget it again.”

  Slamming the door behind her, she almost turned back, wanting to wipe that smug expression from Stud’s face, but dammit, she had dressed like a lady today and she was going to act like one, even if it fucking killed her.

  * * *

  Sex Piston motioned for Crazy Bitch to finish blowing out Mrs. Graver’s hair as her next appointment walked in the door.

  “Ready, Allison?”

  “Yes.” Allison Staff’s narrowed gaze ran over Sex Piston’s stylish red dress and heels as she followed her to the chair.

  “What would you like done today?” Sex Piston was all professional as she consulted her nemesis from middle school.

  “I need some highlights and a sexy style. Something that makes me look younger.” She again gave Sex Piston’s body a haughty perusal. “I have a date tonight,” she said with a smirk.

  “That’s nice. Anyone I know?”

  “I doubt it.”

  Crazy Bitch opened her mouth, but Sex Piston gave her a sharp look that silenced her friend. Allison wasn’t acting any differently than she had acted since they had gone to school together. She had long ago learned to ignore the cruel jibes she sent her way.

  Sex Piston ran her fingers through the woman’s dull looking hair, which was in desperate need of highlights to hide the mouse brown color. Sex Piston walked in front of the chair and leaned back against her workstation.

  “How’s your daughter doing?”

  Sex Piston’s change of subject had an irritated frown appearing on Allison’s overly made up face. She had wanted to brag about her upcoming date and then eventually drop the name of the man she was going out with tonight. Allison had always wanted attention, no matter how she accomplished her goal.

  “Fine.”

  “I saw her the other day when I was picking up a friend’s kids from school. She takes after you, Allison. She was trying to beat the shit out of a kid that’s a couple of years younger than her.”

  Her hand waved airily. “Girls are always having disagreements with each other. You know that, Sex Piston.”

  “Yes, I do. And I know that if Brittany takes after you, then she’s a fucking bitch.” Sex Piston dropped her polite tone.

  Allison stiffened in her chair, glaring at Sex Piston. “If Brittany was fighting with someone, then I’m sure she had a good reason.”

  “I bet the reason has a dick that wouldn’t give her the time of day.”

  Allison started to get out of the chair at Sex Piston’s insult then stopped, sitting back down. “Sex Piston, I’ll talk to her about her behavior. We were friends once, Norma. Maybe we could have lunch sometime, become friends again.” Allison’s sickeningly sweet voice was as fake as her tits.

  “Allison, you can’t fix what’s already broken, you should know that. You were an ugly bitch when you were younger and you’re still an ugly bitch. Now you need to get your ass out of my chair and get the hell out of my shop before I take my scissors to that straw you call hair.”

  “But I have a date tonight,” she argued, unbelieving that Sex Piston was throwing her out, “with the football coach from Treepoint.”

  “Cut and Shop is up the block; I’m sure they have plenty of openings.” Sex Piston picked up her scissors.

  Allison paled as she rose from the chair, turning toward the door.

  “And you better tell Brittany that if she so much as looks at Keri and Meri, me and my crew are going to pay you a visit at Boutique Bags.”

  Allison rushed to the door as Sex Piston took a step toward her with the scissors, brushing past Killyama, dressed in black leather. Allison gave a squeak of fear before rushing out of the salon.

  Crazy Bitch started laughing at the woman as her car tore out of the parking lot.

  “I take it you had a talk with her,” Killyama said, going to the soda machine. She reached under the flap, trying to snag herself a free drink after working the mechanism for a few minutes. With her orange soda in hand, she took a seat at one of the empty chairs.

  Sex Piston nodded her head. “What are you doing here so early?”

  Killyama shrugged. “I took a look in your appointment book to see her next appointment; thought I would have a talk with her. I should have known you would beat me to it,” she said glumly before taking a drink of her soda.

  Crazy Bitch finished Mrs. Graver, taking the cape off. Sex Piston walked her happy customer to the door after the woman gave her a generous tip.

  “Sorry about the show,” Sex Piston apologized, not really meaning it, but figured she better say something if she wanted to stay in business.

  “Don’t be. I enjoyed every minute of it,” the older woman said in amusement. “See you next week.” The door closed behind her, leaving Sex Piston with no doubts that she would recount the entire confrontation to the group of women she was meeting for lunch.

  “You put the fear of God in her?” Killyama asked, using her foot to swing the revolving chair.

  “No. I put the fear of my foot up her ass in her,” Sex Piston responded. Her two friends laughed together.

  Sex Piston felt the caring she had for her friends surround her in warmth. They had been friends since seventh grade and she shared a closer relationship with them than she did her own sister, Diamond.

  She had changed a lot from that scared girl, but one thing she never took for granted was their friendship. No man could possibly be more loyal or protective of her than they were. Her mind shied away from the picture of Stud and his reminder to think about him today. No, Stud could never live up to the standard her crew had set, no man could.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Where’s she at? I’m hungry,” Fat Louise complained.

  “Then order,” Sex Piston told her, taking a drink of her ice water. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she saw that Beth was ten minutes late.

  Just as she was about to give in to her own hunger and order, she saw Beth and Lily walk through the diner door, frustration evident on both of their faces.

  “I’m sorry. It took longer finishing up with one of my patients.” Her friend, who was exactly opposite of what someone would call a biker babe, was married to one of the members of The Last Riders’ motorcycle club. They had met when she had gone to visit her sister at a college near Jamestown.

  “No problem,” she said, ignoring the tart looks from Killyama, Crazy Bitch and Fat Louise. T.A. had volunteered to give Fat Louise a break from Star so that she could join the girls for their monthly lunch.

  The waitress, familiar with the group and seeing that everyone was there, came to take their orders. Beth blew her hair out of her face before finally relaxing back in her chair when she left.

  “Why don’t you come by the shop next week and I’ll trim your hair for you?” Sex Piston offered.

  “You know why. Razer doesn’t trust you near me with scissors in your hand,” Beth said with a grin.

  Sex Piston couldn’t blame the badass biker. Beth’s hair was flaxen blond and smooth as silk. Her friend was beautiful and so was her sister, Lily, who was as dark as her sister was light, both in hair color and personality.

  “So what have you been up to this week?” Beth asked.

  “Nothing. Same old boring shit. Cuts and perms for the spring dance next week and everyone calling to make appointments ahead of time for prom. I always book up two months ahead,” Sex Piston said, casually studying the two sisters.

  “I bet since you’re basically the best hairdresser in the state.”

  Sex Piston refused to let pride in Beth’s compliment show on her face. Instead, she decided to be nosy and find out why Lily was looking depressed as if someone had hid her favorite vibrator.

  “What’s got your panties tied in a knot?” she asked Lily.

  “I get out for summer in May and I’m tired of looking for a summer job. Beth and Razer refuse to let me work at the f
actory for extra money,” Lily complained.

  “Why not?” Sex Piston asked Beth.

  Beth’s husband’s club owned a factory that produced and packaged survival equipment and supplies to disaster areas and doomsday preppers. It had been a lucrative business for the The Last Riders and Treepoint, the small town that it was located in, which was next to Jamestown.

  “I don’t know. Beth is constantly talking about them needing more factory workers to keep up with the demand,” Lily said, casting her sister a pleading glance.

  Beth didn’t look back at her sister. Sex Piston noticed, feeling the strain between the two sisters, which was unusual as they were very close, unlike her and Diamond.

  “I told you; it’s not fair to take away a part time job from someone in the community that needs it. I can give you a raise in your allowance if you need it.” Beth’s compromise sounded good to Sex Piston. Free money always sounded better than working your ass off for nothing.

  “I don’t want you to keep handing me money when I’m more than able to work and earn it for myself. I have a job for spring break that starts next week, but it’s only a short internship following a social worker for class credit. It doesn’t pay anything, but I get credit towards work in my field of study,” Lily explained.

  “How much longer before you’re out of school?” Crazy Bitch asked, taking her hamburger and fries from the waitress.

  “Next year. I’m almost done. I actually get to graduate in December because I took so many internet classes over the last two summers,” Lily said happily. “In the fall, I’ll begin putting my applications in for a social worker in different states until I hopefully get a job. I want to work in Treepoint until I get a job out west. I have put my application in several cities in Arizona and Texas.”

  Sex Piston looked at her in surprise. “I wouldn’t think that you would want to be that far away from your sister.”

  “Don’t ask,” Beth warned, taking a bite of her salad.