“Oh, fuck yes. You’re a good little slut. You do exactly what I tell you if you want this dick. Do you want this cock inside you?” Craig tormented, now pumping himself rapidly.
“Please put it inside me,” Bella pleased as her hand furiously rubbed little circles on her clit.
“Oh I will, you little minx,” he said, his other hand now briskly squeezing his nuts. “Bend over and show me from behind.”
Bella obeyed, eagerly flipping to present herself on all fours to her Macbook. Her hand continued it’s attack on her clit. “Now fuck me,” she said, glancing back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust.
“Unnnnh…I’m going to cum inside you, you little slut. I’m going to fill you with my jazz,” he grunted.
Bella spun around in time to watch his cock erupt. The sight of this monolith spewing white cream was too much for her, and she came hard. Crying out, one hand diddling herself while the other squeezed her nipple, lights exploded in her head. Some part of her still watched the screen, still watched Craig launch shot after shot of cum up onto his belly and chest.
“Mmmm…I wish I was there to lick off your frosting,” she said brazenly.
“What are you doing tonight?” Craig asked, his cock beginning to deflated.
“Shouldn’t you get some towels or something? If you let that dry you’re going to end up like Han Solo, encased in carbonate!” she laughed.
A deep belly laugh joined her from the computer.
“Yeah, I’m just going to hop into the shower to deal with this. But seriously, what are you doing tonight?” Craig asked.
“Let me see…” Bella began.
“It doesn’t matter. Come with me to the clubhouse,” Craig said.
“Clubhouse?” Bella asked. An image of a treehouse with a No Girls Allowed sign posted in front flashed in her head.
“Yeah, you’ll love it. I’ll text you the address,” Craig said, yawning. “Well, that was a fun introduction. I can’t wait to spend time with you tonight. Good night, beautiful Bella.”
Craig ended the video chat, the Macbook going dim. Bella collapsed backwards onto her bed and let sleep overtake her.
“So, how was your night?” Bella asked Kaylie.
Both were freshly awake, standing around the coffeemaker. The little single serving machine took it’s sweet time, churning out one mediocre cup at a time.
“It was pretty passionate. Rodrigo is like that. He knows how to push my buttons,” Kaylie said, spooning some sugar into her empty cup.
“Sounded like you two had a great time,” Bella said.
“Oh no, you heard us? Sorry we were so loud. I just get carried away sometimes,” Kaylie said, her cheeks starting to turn red. She fidgeted with her hair, her tell that she was in an awkward situation.
Ding! The coffeemaker sputtered it’s last bubbles of light brown water into Bella’s cup. She retrieved it and smelled the hot brew, a habit she’d had for years. “Didn’t know you were into the tattooed type.”
“Oh, the tattoos aren’t really a thing of mine. He just happened to have…” Kaylie said, suddenly squaring with Bella. “Wait…you saw him?”
“Umm…” Bella stammered, turning away as she turned bright red. “Where’s the splenda?”
“You watched us?!” Kylie demanded.
“Just a little! Your door was open! I came to close it as you two were finishing up…” Bella said..
“Bella! That’s not fucking cool. And the end was not what it looked like!” Kylie said defensively.
“Kylie, I’m sorry, but next time close the door and try not to fuck so loudly that you set off car alarms outside!” Bella replied.
“Oh you’re one to talk, on your hands and knees in front of your computer begging for it to come inside you!” Kylie fired back.
Bella’s mouth hung open. “You little spying slut!” she said. “You were spying on me!”
“Tit for tat, Bella. I guess we’re even. You got to see me with Rodrigo, I got to see you get kinky with some big dick porn video,” Kaylie said, cooling off.
“I wasn’t watching a porn video,” Bella said.
“Bullshit, I saw you. Or was that a monster cock special on PBS?” Kylie giggled.
“No, it wasn’t a porno. I was talking with someone,” Bella said, cupping her coffee in both hands and taking a sip. Part of her wanted to keep this secret, but part of her wanted to brag a bit. She’d never been able to brag to her roommate about men before.
“What? Who were you talking to?” Kylie asked, disbelieving.
“A friend,” Bella said, allowing a little smile to show. This felt good.
“Oh my god, Bella the little cyber minx! Are you one of those cam girls that puts on a show and strangers send her money? I knew it!” Kylie said, clapping enthusiastically.
“Wait, what? No! I’m not a camphor, Kaylie. He’s a friend, and I’m going to see him tonight,” Bella said.
“You’re going to see dickzilla tonight? I’m going with. Think he’ll need a fluffed?” Kylie cracked herself up.
“He’s your type?” Bella asked.
“Oh Bella, I spent some time at your door, too. I’m surprised you didn’t step on a puddle this morning,” Kaylie said, retrieving her cup of coffee from the machine. “Momma like. Does he have a twin brother?”
“Shut up,” Bella said.
“Oh relax, I’m just messing with you. What do you two lovebirds have planned for tonight?”
“I…don’t know,” Bella said.
“Ooo, mystery date! Sounds exciting!” Kylie said.
“Well, he mentioned something about a clubhouse,” Bella said.
“Cop, firefighter, or biker?” Kylie asked.
“Firefighter…how did you know?” Bella replied.
“Boys in clubs have clubhouses. So it’s either cops, firefighters, or bikers,” Kaylie said matter of faculty. “And clubhouse means more guys. Want a ride? You can’t get all dolled up and get on the bus again.”
“Well, that would be nice. I don’t know if it’s invite only though. You can’t get mad at me if they…” Bella said.
“If they don’t let me in?” Kylie asked, putting her hand on her hip and puffing her tits out, straining against the long white tee shirt she had on.
“I guess you have a point,” Bella conceded.
“Is this the place?” Kylie asked, pulling into the parking lot for the nondescript building. Brick walls and thick glass blocks for windows, it could be a club house, dance club, or butcher shop. A row of Harleys were lined up in front. “Bikers! Score!” Kylie said, excitedly.
“Can someone be a biker and a fireman?” Bella asked.
“Ok, main rule is don’t do meth, no matter how much they offer you. That one is a bitch to come down from,” Kaylie said, checking her makeup in the car mirror.
Bella did the same, and both got out of the 2015 Mercedes Kaylie had begged her daddy for. Bella was pretty sure the poor old man had to import this one from Germany to get the right shade of red.
They walked up to the front door, a dark black metal slab. Rock-n-roll music boomed from inside. Bella hesitantly knocked on the door and they waited.
And waited.
They shot nervous glances between them, their body language silently recanting the whole idea and both began to turn back to the car when the door opened a crack.
A dark eye peeked out at them.
“Password?” it asked.
“Uhh…I wasn’t given a password. I’m looking for Cr-“ Bella said, the door opening suddenly.
Craig looked at her and chuckled. “Sorry Bella, just fuckin’ with ya,” he said, scooping her up for a big hug.
Bella hugged him back, enjoying the smell of his cologne. Once she was put back down, she saw they were joined by another man. Crew-cut blonde hair, blue eyes and huge biceps. “Hey, who’re your friends, Craig?”
“Jerry, this is Bella, and this is…” Craig began, but was at a loss.
“I’m Kayl
ie!” Kylie said. “Nice Harleys. Do you both ride?”
“Yes ma’am.” Jerry said, grinning.
“Ooo…sexy and well-mannered. I like this one,” Kaylie said, moving to stand scandalously close to Jerry.
“Come on in, we’ve got a table,” Craig said.
He led the group of them through the dim clubhouse, winding through the partying crowd. As far as Bella could tell, it was just a bar for a private group. A jukebox was the source of the jamming tunes, a pool table was just clearing up, and a pinball machine sat in a corner.
They sat around the small round table, Bella with Craig to her left and Jerry to her right. Kylie sat across from her. Jerry left briefly and returned with shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. He began pouring the syrupy liquid into the tiny glasses.
“Let’s get this party started right,” Jerry said.
“Up and down, no bitching out!” Kylie said, picking up her glass.
Everyone slammed their shot at the same time. Bella grimaced at the horrid liquor. “So is this clubhouse for the fire department?”
“Kinda,” Craig said. “There are a few social groups that used this place, and there’s a lot of overlap between the clubs. Jerry and I are the only firefighters here tonight,” Craig said looking around. “Everyone else here is part of the motorcycle club.”
“I love Harleys,” Kaylie said, edging closer to Jerry. “All that power between your legs. Makes a girl go weak at the knees.”
Bella rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, they’re great. Have you ever ridden one, Bella?” Jerry asked. He leaned away from Kaylie.
Bella couldn’t believe she was watching her roommate being shot down by this stud. “Oh yeah, uhh, they’re great,” she said.
“You’ve never ridden one, have you?” Craig asked.
“No,” she admitted.
“We’ll have to change that,” Jerry said, grinning.
“Hmmph!” Kylie pouted, obviously not liking where this was going. “Well, maybe I can find someone to teach me how to play pinball,” she said as she slammed back another shot and made her way to the pinball machine. Shortly another guy began talking to her there.
“Up for a game of pool?” Craig asked, flashing those perfect white teeth.
“You bet!” Bella said.
“Don’t be afraid to get in there to line up your shot,” Craig whispered in her ear. She was practically sprawled across the table, trying to land the last shot of the game. Craig’s hands were on her hips, his pelvis pressing into her gorgeous rump.
Bella pulled back to take her shot, held her breath, and felt something large shift against her backside. She blew her shot wide, sending the cueball careening off the table to the jeers of the crowd. She turned around and poked him in the chest. “You did that on purpose with your…thing!”
“Have a heart, he can barely control that thing,” Jerry said, laughing. He took his shot, winning the game. “That’s game.”
“Oops. Maybe I can make it up to you,” Craig said, leaning in close to Bella and stealing a kiss. His clean-shaven face had that micro stubble that drove Bella wild. She couldn’t see it but she could feel it.
“Mmm, what did you have in mind?” Bella asked, the liquor and men arousing her. She leaned fully into Craig, feeling his hard body pressed against her.
“Let’s head to the private room. You can start with Jerry. I like to watch,” Craig said, grinning.
“I should check on Kaylie,” Bella said turning around and looking for her roommate.
Kylie was at the pinball machine, getting eager instruction from the man behind her. While her hands were on the flipper buttons, his were slipped under the front of her jeans. Her eyes were closed, and she began to lean over the machine as the man continued his “instruction”.
Shrugging, Bella threw back another shot and took both men by the hands and walked to the closed door at the back of the clubhouse. Inside a black leather couch and loveseat combo were the only furniture. Jerry pushed her down onto the couch and jumped on top of her while Craig sat in the loveseat to watch.
Jerry’s peeled off her blouse and his mouth went to her breast. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as he suckled. As his tongue swirled against her nipple, she felt each taste bud press against her swollen areola. His teeth began to playfully nibble, first on the breast as a whole, then working their way down to her erect nipple. She began panting, her chest rising and falling. He used his teeth to hold her nipple in place, then assaulted the sensitive tip with his tongue. He prodded, jabbed and caressed it until she was near the edge of orgasm, then released her sore breast. Without looking up at her he attacked her other one, carrying out the same torturous ministrations. He brought her to the cusp of release, but when he felt her body tense up, he released her breast.
“Very nice. Let’s see the rest of her,” Craig said from his seat. His massive cock was snaked down his pant leg and was visibly bulging against the denim. He squeezed it, running his hand down it’s considerable length. Enjoying the show and taking his time, he was focused on Jerry and Bella.
Bella laid down on the couch and unbuttoned her pants. Jerry undid her shoes, and she lifted lifted her hips as he slid her pants off. He looked down at her green form fitting panties, and she wished she’d worn a different color, something with some lace. Jerry’s hand began at her knee and moved up toward his prize. As he leaned down to kiss her, his hand cupped her ass cheek. His eager tongue sought out hers, and he roughly massaged her ass. Without missing a beat, his hand on her ass gripped her panties and pulled them down her legs and off. Instead of letting Bella’s legs fall open, Jerry held her ankles together and lifted her legs straight up into the air.
“Keep your legs up, you horny little thing,” Jerry said.
“I think she’s already wet for us,” Craig said, leaning forward to leer at Bella’s pussy.
“What’s this? A single dewdrop,” Jerry said as he flicked his tongue out and stole the bead of lust that had formed on Bella’s sex. He gently pinched the skin around Bella’s clit and tugged it back and forth, squeezing her button. Bella arched her neck back against the couch. Jerry’s tongue traced the outline of Bella’s mound, skipping over her clit. Soon the single dewdrop had formed a small brook, a damp line running along her entrance down her ass to the black leather of the couch.
Jerry placed his whole mouth around Bella’s sex and sucked in a pulsing rhythm. She felt like a leaf floating in an ocean tide. Each time her drew her into his mouth, she let out a small labored breath. His hands gripped the undersides of her thighs and kept them pointing upwards. She knew she would have bruises there in the morning, and the thought of post-sex aches the next day made her more excited. She looked sideways and locked eyes with Craig.
“I think she’s warmed up enough,” Craig said, joining her on the couch. He leaned in close to Bella as Jerry continued working her clit.
She kissed him, first on the mouth then down his chest. She stopped to stick her tongue in his belly button. She was delighted that he was torn between being ticklish and horny, but she didn’t torture him for long. Her ass out of his reach, he rested his hands on her shoulders, his gently pressure downward an obvious cue.
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