Priest - Innocent

by May Ball, Alice

  I didn’t want to be alone in a sketchy hotel room with those three big, fierce bikers. I could see they weren’t playing at being tough guys. Not like Laurent was. They were the real deal.

  Monkey, Donkey and Gat. Monkey was big and slow. He had thick, wiry red hair and a taste for fat, acrid cigars. Gat was less heavy-set, with wide shoulders and a soft, slow drawl. Donkey was the short one with little, fast eyes.

  They played the hand. It was long, slow. With lots of suspense. I could see that Laurent was going to lose, almost from the deal. When it shook out that Laurent was going to be in the hotel room with us, I couldn’t decide whether that was worse or way worse. There was no way that Laurent was going to jump up to be my knight in shining armor.

  If things got too rough for me, Laurent wasn’t going to dive in with his arms out, shouting “Stand aside!” and drag these three bulls off me. So watching Laurent’s reaction wasn’t going to make the situation any easier for me. Still, it was what it was. And it was his stupid choice that got us there.

  I don’t know what made me agree to it in the end, some dumb idea I still had about Laurent, I guess, but agree I surely did, and pretty soon the five of us were in a hotel suite that was surprisingly nice.

  High up on top of the hotel with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of the pylons stretching back to Boulder. Spacious, too. Lots of thick, cream-colored rugs and a really big, soft bed.

  The stocky guy they called ‘Donkey’ was the shortest of the bikers. Donkey asked me how I felt about being the winnings in a poker game. I couldn’t tell if he was after some banter or if he wanted to degrade me, showing me that I was being passed around.

  Maybe getting me used to the idea. Since their plan was to pass me around. At least, that was what I expected. It turned out, their plan was more to throw me around than pass me.

  “Drink, honeylips?” Donkey held out a can. I knew what was coming. If some part of me didn’t want it, I would never have gone into that room with them. I didn’t understand why I wanted it, but I couldn’t kid myself about it. Not now.

  I stepped towards him and he grabbed my chin, pinching my cheeks with his hand. “Maybe some sausage first.”

  He pulled my face close to his. “Go on, sweetheart,” He swung a wide grin round at his buddies, “Take out my cock and get it down your throat.”

  He pulled my face southwards, past the bulge of his barrel-chest and his overfed gut. In the front of his denims, a very fat cock was straining to get out. As I bent towards it, a big paw came from behind and up my skirt.

  “Aww, she’s wet!” My dripping panties were ripped out and Monkey’s voice grated behind me with an evil chuckle, “I think she’s pleased to see us, boys!” His fingers parted my lips and dragged into my canal.

  My hips bucked as he rolled his fingers hard around the inside of my hood. The quake in my knees made it hard to stand. Monkey’s thumb rubbed along the crack in my ass and pressed on my little star.

  I was still struggling to get Donkey’s fly buttons open and Gat’s hands slid me out of the boob tube. My stomach rolled as he pulled on my nipples.

  There was a crack as Monkey slapped my ass. A burning sting blossomed on my cheek and it must have raised up red real fast. That was a slap. That was more like one of Daddy’s ‘hand-outs.’

  My skirt and the boob-tube both hung and swung around my waist now. My big, round tits hung and jiggled free as Gat pinched and squeezed them and yanked on my nipples.

  I learned to take pleasure in pain long ago, but I figured that these bikers wanted to see me suffer some, so when I squealed and wailed and cried out, I played it up some.

  I couldn’t tell whether they really got off on making me hurt, or whether it was just a way for them to torture Laurent. Either way, that was how it worked out. Laurent looked like he was in more pain than I was.

  Poor Laurent, everything’s always all about him. Asshole. It didn’t hurt me too much to see him squirm. Not like it hurt when Monkey jammed his cock in my ass with nothing but spit to lubricate it.

  My ass felt like it was on fire. Like Monkey’s cock was a baseball bat wrapped in glasspaper. My thighs and my buttocks stretched to try and accommodate him, but however I twisted it felt like I was being ripped in two.

  The flesh on my ass was raw from the slaps. Still he beat me more. The more I yelped, the harder he slapped my bouncing cheeks. His cock reamed into me as I yanked at Donkey’s fly. I pulled the buttons apart and eventually I got his cock free.

  I’d guessed why they called him ‘Donkey’ and I guessed right. A great, angry mast the size of a hefty torch swung out at my hot, red face. His dark bulb was slick and pungent with precum. I had to stretch my mouth to get my lips over it.

  As soon as he felt the cool, soft wetness of my mouth, Donkey yelled, ‘Alright!’ and plunged the coarse ridges of his cock all the way along my tongue. When he jammed into the back of my throat, his hands seized my hair and gripped on tight.

  Donkey’s hips ground his fat shaft into my face, al the way up to the hilt. My lips were buried in his wiry pubes and my mouth dribbled gushes of sweet, thick saliva. His long, hard cock pounded into my neck and he pumped me, hard and fast.

  Monkey reamed my butt. His long, thick fingers probed and rubbed my petals and my clit. Gat had his cock out and rubbed it under my swinging tits. He moaned as he squeezed and kneaded my breasts.

  Monkey grabbed my thighs and lifted me. My face was wet with drool and my eyes rolled wildly as I faced Donkey. He came nearer, between my thighs as Monkey held them high up and wide apart.

  Monkey’s cock was at an easier angle now, and I was getting accustomed to the pain. He had better leverage, too, so he rammed harder and faster into me.

  When Donkey forced his rod into my well, my whole insides felt like a bomb detonated underwater. My back stretched and my arms flailed. Tears streamed from my eyes as the heavy girth of his shaft bored into me.

  My ass wobbled against Monkey’s wide pelvis and my tits bounced and rippled and slapped on Donkey’s big, round hairy chest. Donkey and Gat pulled on my nipples and Gat sucked on them and bit my tits for good measure.

  The two bikers inside me were like steam trains jamming into soft tunnels that were way too small. The men piled their hard meat into me and their rhythm got harder and hotter.

  My hands grasped and clawed wildly and my back stretched and arced. Monkey’s legs spread and his knees bent, to make it easier for Donkey to drive his cock even higher up inside me.

  My hips rocked back and forth between the two men, taking and receiving, time after time. My body was wet with saliva and perspiration. Pussy dripped and flowed then gushed and my stomach and my thighs quaked as I came.

  My pelvis sawed on the two hard cocks, rolling from on to the other. My body seized and relished the pain and the bursts of ecstasy.

  Monkey dropped me, quivering, onto my knees. The three men took turns to fill my mouth with their hot cocks. I pulled on each of the others, yanking them, milking them while I sucked hard on whichever one was in my mouth at the time.

  Monkey’s cock twitched and pulsed on my tongue. He hardened and swelled, then bolts of thick, salty, hot biker goo blasted into my throat and my mouth. As it pumped it slathered around the roof of my mouth and around my wet lips, dribbling out around my face.

  Monkey pulled out and finished a couple more blasts onto my tits. Gat slid his velvety, throbbing hunk across my tongue and poked it into my throat. I relaxed to fight the gag reflex as he drove downwards, into my upturned face.

  His cum almost choked me as it fountained from his thick shaft and straight into my neck. His sticky jizz overflowed around the sides of my mouth. He shouted as he pulled out. A last hot salvo splashed out and stuck to my face and in my hair.

  Donkey was working his huge organ between my breasts. My cleavage was red from the friction and wet. His bulb reached my lips and I sucked on it. Right away he flooded my mouth with sticky, smoky cum.

  I headed fo
r the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess that spread on my face, my tits and in my hair. I saw the look on Laurent’s face, half hidden behind his hand and I stopped.

  I wiped gobs of cum off my tits, and I lapped them up. Laurent flinched as I scraped the jizz from all over my face, and I wiped it into my mouth. I licked and smacked my lips.

  When I came back into the room, the three bikers were all lying around, drained and exhausted. I stood in the middle of the room and asked them, “Double or quits?”

  Chapter 9

  THAT NIGHT SHOULD HAVE been more than enough for me to see through Laurent. When I took all of the bikers money from them, Laurent just looked hurt, like I’d taken it from him.

  It was only now in the desert night that I started to realize what the lesson of that night really should have been for me. It wasn’t Laurent that I needed to wake up to. I saw though him from the first moment we met. I just didn’t want to admit to myself what it meant to me. Laurent used me like he did because I let him.

  He could do it because I told myself that I didn’t know what was going on. What he was doing to me. Then when it all went bad, I put it down to my innocence that I hadn’t seen it coming.

  By the time I climbed onto the back of Priest’s pulsing Harley to take the ride from the diner to the clubhouse, I thought that all of my innocence was gone.

  Turned out that wasn’t quite true.

  Holding on to Priest’s back, I remembered the look in Beanie’s eye when I stepped out of the diner.

  Priest was the president of a motorcycle club and Beanie was a prospect for the club. That meant I would see more of Beanie, assuming I survived long enough. There was plenty more of Beanie that I wanted to see.

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  Little Carlie’s eyes streamed and she gagged noisily. Beanie’s inked bicep bulged as he shoved the back of her head hard into his lap. He was a tight squeeze for her soft little wet mouth.

  I had no choice. Priest had taken me in to work for the night, and now there was real work to be done. Hawk’s huge weapon of hard flesh heaved out of the denim and loomed in front of my lips. His hand gripped my hair tight and yanked my head towards him. He was still pumped from the fight and gleaming shards of rage lit his eyes.

  I would be trapped in the clubhouse in the middle of the desert until I could show him something. Something to earn my money.

  © Alice May Ball, TzR Publishing, 2014-2018

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental.

  All the people portrayed in this story are over the age of eighteen, and entirely imaginary. If you think that you know some of them, or that you may be one of them, then you should consider writing fiction yourself.

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