by Claudia Daye
“Earl,” she said breathlessly. “Come here.”
Earl approached her eagerly. Esther grabbed his hand and brought it to the base of the wrench that stuck out of her pussy. He grasped it, not needing anymore instruction, and started to work the wrench up and down, in and out of her. She rubbed her clit as he fucked her with the wrench. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the pleasure that she had craved so much.
Earl took the liberty of massaging her new breasts. His hands were rough against her smooth skin, and she loved it. A smile played on his lips as he watched her writhing on the chopper.
“I can’t believe it,” Earl said. “Dave’s potion worked.”
Esther didn’t pay attention to anything he was saying. As good as the wrench felt in her pussy, she needed flesh. Her eyes were wild as she reached up and grabbed Earl around the collar. Earl fumbled with the buckle of his pants, and finally got his cock out. Esther scooted down further on the chopper so she could wrap her legs around Earl’s massive waist.
To her delight, his cock was proportional to his large body. She licked her lips at the sight of the large, round head. Before he entered her, she looked Earl square in the eyes.
“Don’t go easy on me,” she said with conviction.
Earl’s eyes lit up. “Yes ma’am.”
Earl grabbed her hard around the waist, digging his hands into her flesh. Esther whimpered slightly, but Earl payed no mind. She felt the tip of his cock feeling around for the entrance of her pussy. Then, he thrust into her, growling. His hands held fast around her waist as he slammed into her, fucking her harder than she ever thought possible.
Esther held onto her bouncing tits, her body overcome with pleasure. When she looked to the side, she saw Dave and Greg standing alongside the wall, staring at them in disbelief.
“Get over here,” she yelled to them.
The men seemed to be frozen in shock.
“You heard the boss,” Earl growled, still fucking the life out of her.
When Greg and Dave approached, Esther grabbed for their cocks. They immediately unbuckled their pants and presented to her their stiff dicks. Esther grabbed for Dave’s first, shoving it into her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she said, savoring the salty and sweet taste of his flesh. She ran her mouth down the shaft, all the way to the base. His cock was halfway down her throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Dave said.
Esther bobbed her head up and down the cock, allowing Dave to fuck her throat. It made the pleasure in her pussy more intense. Her lips gripped tighter around his cock as she came from Earl’s merciless fucking.
Dave groaned as cum spurted out of his cock, hitting Esther in the back of the throat. She turned her head to the other side and Dave’s dick, wet from her saliva, slipped out of her mouth. As she turned to take Greg’s cock in her mouth, Earl didn’t let up fucking her for a second.
Greg wrapped his hand around one of her tits and squeezed as she ran her mouth up and down his shaft. As she sucked, Earl brought her to orgasm again and again. Her entire body rang with pleasure. At the same time, Greg and Earl came. Greg grasped her tit harder as he filled her throat so full of cum she could gurgle with it. Earl thrust into her with the weight of his entire body, then doubled over, collapsing on top of her.
Esther smiled as she felt the cum pump out of his cock deep inside her pussy. Earl lifted his head and took a deep breath.
“There,” he said. “Was that enough for you?”
Esther bit her lip, then slowly shook her head.
Earl look at her incredulously. “You want more?”
Esther smiled playfully as she nodded.
Earl looked to Greg and Dave, who were now sitting down, exhausted.
“I don’t think there’s much more we can do for you,” Earl said.
Esther scrunched up her face. “I need more cock,” she whined.
Outside the garage, the sound of at least ten motorcycles roared. Esther’s face brightened at the sound. The door to the garage creaked opened.
“Esther, Earl, we’re all going to need a tune up.”
Esther recognized the voice as Tim, the leader of a local motorcycle club.
“Sure, Tim,” Earl called. “We’ll fix you right up.” He turned back to Esther. “It looks like the calvary’s arrived.”
As the big, burly, leather clad men filed into the shop, Esther watched from the chopper, where she sat with her legs spread, cum dripping out of her pussy. The men slowly took notice of her and began to gather around, their faces hungry with desire.
“What’s this here?” Tim asked Earl.
“Just a little something to enjoy while you wait,” Earl said.
“You mean, we can have our way with her?” Tim said.
“I think she’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” Earl said.
“Please,” Esther pleaded, squeezing her breasts. “Please, fuck me now.”
“We always help out a woman in need,” Tim said with a sly smile. “Right, boys?”
The rest of the men erupted into cheers, pumping their fists and some beginning to unbuckle their pants.
Tim walked slowly over to the chopper. He grabbed Esther around the slender waist, picking her up off of the bike, and stood her on the ground. He ran his eyes all over her body, studying her large breasts and her pink, slick pussy. With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around. Esther placed her hands on the seat of the chopper and bent down slightly.
The rest of the men whistled, voicing their approval of her toned body. Tim ran a rough, callused hand down her back, and over her ass. Esther bent down further. With a hand on each of her thighs, Tim spread her pussy lips apart so everyone could get a good look at the pink flesh.
Esther groaned, eager to be touched. “Fuck me,” she said softly.
“We’re getting to that, sweetheart,” Tim said. “First, we need to check the oil.”
He inserted one finger in his mouth, then slipped it out and shoved it up Esther’s pussy. Her back arched and she moaned. He massaged inside of her while his thumb rubbed her clitoris.
“This one’s nice and wet,” Tim said.
He slipped his moistened finger out of her pussy and brought it up to her asshole.
“This all right with you?” Tim asked her.
“Yes, please,” Esther pleaded.
At her approval, Tim shoved his finger into her ass. “Tight,” he said.
Esther leaned over further on the chopper in front of her, her tits squishing against the leather seat. “Fill me up,” she said. “All of me.”
She reached for the wrench and handed it to him. Tim studied the tool, then placed it at the opening of her pussy. Esther moaned as the cool metal entered her. Tim fingered her asshole while he fucked her with the wrench. The pleasure coming from both holes was relentless. Esther reached down to rub her own clit.
With the wrench, Tim bore down on her g-spot while he thrust his finger in and out of her asshole. Esther arched her back, poking her ass out to give him all of the access he needed. The ecstasy began to mount in her pussy and ass, the waves of pleasure running together, until her body exploded into orgasm, leaving her shuddering and delirious.
Slowly, Tim removed the wrench from her pussy, and his finger from her ass.
“This one’s ready,” he said to his men.
Esther stood up straight and turned to face them, eager to see what they’d do to her next. Tim unbuckled his pants, unleashing his long, thick cock. He sat down in a chair, and Esther wasted no time in straddling him.
Once she lowered herself onto him, the pleasure was immediate. Her pussy was so sensitive she had a small orgasm as soon as she started rocking her hips. She shuddered from the pleasure as she rode him. He gripped her ass, his face buried in her tits. Esther felt small and helpless in the possession of such a large man. Course hair grew from his large biceps. She could feel how muscular his thighs were as she bounced up and down on them.
The rest of the motorcycle club circled
tightly around them, watching intently. Esther scanned their gruff, eager faces. The way they licked their lips at her, their eyes full of hunger, made her pussy even wetter. She watched their cocks growing larger and harder inside of their pants. She wanted all of them.
Tim ran his hands through her hair. “Your pussy’s real sweet, sugar. But I want a taste of that tight ass.”
Esther clapped her hands together, giddy with excitement. She jumped up off of him, turned around, then sat back down with his cock poised to enter her asshole. As she eased his cock into her tight hole, he tangled his hands in her long blonde hair and groaned. Once he was all the way inside of her, Esther leaned back on his broad chest, allowing him to pump in and out of her as hard and fast as he pleased.
Three other bikers stood in front of her. They were all muscular, hairy, and tough. Esther surrendered under their touch as they reached out to grab her breasts. A biker with a long, thick beard crouched in front of her. He licked the tips of two fingers, then pressed them to her clit. Esther ground her hips harder onto Tim’s cock while the bearded man worked her clit.
She was beginning to lose control of her body with all of the pleasure pulsing through her. When the bearded man thrust two fingers into her pussy and started massaging her g-spot, she began convulsing beyond her control. Tim had both of his strong hands on her hips, rocking her harder on his cock. The bearded man stimulated her clitoris and g-spot, while the others pinched her sensitive nipples.
The bearded man raised himself up, then took his cock out of his pants. Esther’s eyes widened at his thick cock, sturdy and hard. He stuffed his dick into her pussy, plunging Esther into a delirium. The woman she used to be, meek and insecure hidden under a rough facade, was gone. She’d transcended into an otherworldly being; the ultimate bimbo.
Her body went limp like a rag doll as the two men pounded into her. Cocks appeared at her face and she eagerly took them in her mouth. The bikers shoved their dicks completely into her mouth, and she could feel them gliding down her throat. She swallowed their whole shafts without any difficulty.
Esther sucked the cocks until she felt their warm cum spill on her chin, her tits, and slide down her throat, then she’d immediately turn and take another in her mouth. The bearded man fucking her pussy grabbed her tits and grunted as he came inside of her. When he stood up, his cock glided out of her pussy, and his seed began to spill out of her. Esther reached down, slipping her fingers between her slit, playing in the warm wetness.
With his cock never exiting her ass, Tim wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up, carrying Esther with him. He laid her on her stomach against the chopper, and with both hands on her shoulders, pounded into her ass harder and rougher than before. More men appeared in front of her, yielding their hard rods. They rubbed the heads of their cocks on Esther’s lips until she opened her mouth to receive them.
Tim flipped her over on her back, lifting her legs and spreading them wide. She continued to suck cock after cock, and was soon dripping with cum. While Tim fucked her ass, he inserted two fingers into her pussy. Esther moaned, welcoming the feeling of being filled completely. As Tim eased a third finger, and then a fourth inside of her, Esther massaged her tits as the ecstasy mounted.
As the orgasm ripped through her body, Esther lost all sense of self. She floated on the waves of pleasure, free of self doubt and burdens. She wished to remain in that state for the rest of her life. Her muscles spasmed with the orgasm, and she soon found herself floating back to earth.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Tim, his face scrunched and guttural moans escaping his mouth. His hard cock was beginning to soften inside of her. When he pulled it out, his hot cum dripped slowly out of her asshole.
She looked around and saw that the entire motorcycle club had been taken care of. Her body was covered with cum from head to toe, inside and out. Esther laid back on the chopper for awhile, enjoying the feeling of being covered in all their stickiness. The men stood over her for awhile, occasionally caressing her and grabbing her tits. They looked at each other, smiles of disbelief spread across their faces.
No one had anticipated the events of that day.
Esther was still drunk from pleasure as she began to sit up. Several of the bikers took her hands and assisted her. After she caught her breath, she was finally able to speak.
“Earl and the boys will get to work on your bikes right away,” she said.
Esther showered in the back room. Each time she thought of what had just happened, goosebumps overran her entire body. She couldn’t stop smiling. As the warm water ran over her skin, she noticed that her breasts were growing smaller, her legs shorter and less slender, and her blonde hair was darkening. She was turning into her old self.
The transformation back to the old Esther was complete as she sat in her office towel drying her hair. There was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Esther called.
It was Earl. He entered the room, sheepishly looking down at the floor.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
Esther laughed. “I’m fine, thank you.”
He glanced up at her. “I never thought I’d see you that way. But I’m glad I did.”
“Me too,” Esther said. “I didn’t know how much I needed that.”
Earl gently closed the door behind him, then walked closer to Esther. “I was just thinking, maybe we could do that again. Dave gave me the scientist lady’s phone number.”
“I’d like that,” Esther said demurely. She stood up, hardening her face. “Now get back to work,” she ordered.
The Bimbo and the Basketball Team
After the layover in Denver had been extended for six hours, Olivia finally made it onto the connecting flight to Hawaii, but her luggage didn’t. When she landed in the Honolulu airport, she had to wait for another two hours in the lost luggage line, only to be told that they’d send it to her hotel once it turned up. But she didn’t have the address to the hotel because it was in an envelope in her luggage.
The woman behind the counter scolded her, saying she should keep documents like those on her person. Olivia told her she was right but what she really wanted to say was that she rarely had the chance to travel with a life devoted to a job that didn’t pay her well enough so she wasn’t privy to such basic traveling knowledge.
Olivia sat by baggage claim, watching happy travelers being reunited with their suitcases while she dialed her boss. He passed on the same travel tip of keeping those kinds of documents on your person. Olivia told him he was right but what she really wanted to say was that his tip did her not one ounce of good now that it was too late.
He gave her the address to the hotel where the convention was being held, and Olivia passed it on to the woman behind the counter who tapped a few keys on the computer with her long fingernails.
“We’ll send your luggage out just as soon as we can, ma’am,” she said.
Olivia stood, waiting. “That’s it?”
“Yes, that’s all we can do at the moment.”
Olivia huffed, then made her way outside the airport. She was all on her own now. The air was hot and heavy as she waited for a cab. Happy families, young newlyweds, and older married couples waited along with her wearing their tropical shirts, sun hats, and radiant smiles. Olivia was in her mid thirties. For the past few years, she’d conceded to the fact that love and marriage wasn’t in the cards for her.
But this trip was going to change all that. It was nothing short of fate that her boss had chosen her and Bill to attend this conference together. Out of everyone at the company, he’d chosen them. Olivia had been in love with Bill since he first started working for them. She always admired a man who took pride in his appearance, and Bill always looked impeccable, but without being a jerk about it. His suits were always crisp, his hair perfectly in place, so different than the other slobs around the office who relied on their lazy wives to iron their suits and make their barber appointments.
It wasn’t jus
t his neat appearance that drew Olivia to Bill. His manners were just as perfect as his shiny, patent leather shoes. He always made a point to greet Olivia, even if it meant going out of his way. Of course, he did that with everyone, but it still made Olivia feel special.
Behind his polite smile, she saw that there was so much more to him. He was shy, guarded, and she knew that his facade masked a complicated man. She was desperate for him to know that she was complicated too, and they’d be so happy being complicated together.
Olivia survived the smelly, swerving cab and finally made it to her hotel room. After a relaxing, hot shower, she wanted nothing more than to change into some fresh clothes, but that was impossible. She put back on the same, wrinkled clothes she’d worn for the past twelve hours, trying to ignore the smell of the airport that clung to the fabric.
As she was drying her hair, there was a knock at the door. She knew instantly who it was. Her heart fluttered with excitement, but she hated that Bill would see her not entirely put together. She wrapped a towel around her half dry hair, then cracked the door open to see Bill.
When she saw him standing there in crumpled jeans, dirty sneakers, and the weary look on his face, she didn’t feel so bad about the way she looked. Traveling such a long distance took its toll on everyone, it seemed.
“Hey, Olivia, I just made it in,” he said. “They lost my luggage.”
“Really? Me too.”See, we have so much in common.
Bill reached up and crumpled his hair. “I’m beat, I’ll tell you that.”
“You should rest. We don’t have our first event until tomorrow afternoon.”
He let out a great yawn. “I’m going to go take a nap. But tonight, we should go have a drink. I’m sure we both need it.”
Electricity shot up Olivia’s spine. “Sure,” she said as casually as she could. “I could definitely use a drink. With you.”
After shutting the door, Olivia ran and jumped on the bed. It was happening, and it was so much easier than she thought. Visions of her and Bill at a romantic tiki bar flittered in her mind. They would share a mai tai or two, then a kiss at the end of the night. Maybe if she was feeling really romantic she’d invite him back to her room.
