The biker’s head moved from side to side as Lola sucked his balls one at a time before she took his cock into her mouth again, slowly and gently. This time she went deeper. His fingers shoved her panties aside and pressed up into the wet crevice between her swelling lips.
Her mouth was going much farther down his cock, and her tongue was out, sliding down the underside, reaching to flick at his balls. Down she went and up. Down again, each time more slowly but a little deeper, then up.
The biker’s feet stamped and his groans were rhythmic and loud. Then Lola plunged her head all the way down, got him into her throat, gagged herself and slammed her head down and down and down. His hips sprang upwards into her face. His hand grabbed her hair.
He shoved his cock in and out of her throat so hard it looked like he might choke her. Then she grabbed his buttocks to pull him in and hold him. His shades fell off and his eyes were wild as he came in her mouth. She stayed down, sucking and slurping and lip-smacking every little drop of that biker’s cum.
Raimunda and Angelica looked at each other open mouthed. They collapsed into giggles when Angelica said, “Okay, he might remember that one.”
Uncle Cesar’s little girls weren’t with them when they climbed down from the back of the truck. They weren’t given plastic boxes to carry, two each, and sent down the long, deep tunnel, crawling one by one through wet muck on their hands and knees.
Cesar’s lovely daughters Ana and Paola didn’t drag themselves up a ladder, wet, frightened and cold into a foreign desert at night. They weren’t herded into an echoing shipping container on the back of a big freight rig.
Locked in for thirty-six hours or more. A cage in the back where the plastic boxes the girls had carried were locked up. When the rattling truck finally came to a stop, bikers came in to get the boxes before they let any of the girls out of the back of the container.
And, at the end in that dusty nowhere, who knew where, in a big wooden one-story shed with what sounded like a barroom at the far end, Ana and Paola were not there with Angelica, Raimunda, Lola, Inez and the others to be told that now they were going to have to ‘work their passage.’
The big biker drew his thumb down over his bottom lip. Looked at Angelica for a long time. He said, “I’m not going to force you. I don’t need that. I’ll say to Jake that I did, it’ll be okay. Tell me what you want me to say that I did. I’ll square Jake.”
Angelica stood her ground and said, “You can tell him that you forced me. Grabbed a hold of me. Tore my shirt,” she balled the front of the tee tight in her hand. Pulled downwards. Hard. The cotton made a slow rasp as she tore it. Tore a strip out of the front. Now her breasts swung bare. She grabbed his hand. Put it on her breast. Pressed it there. Hard.
“Say that you squeezed my tits. Felt the warmth and heft. Twisted my nipples till they stung. Till they got good and hard.” She reached up and hung her arms around his neck. Looked down as she ground her hips against his leg. Felt the muscles of his leg as she gripped it between the tops of her thighs.
She said, “Why not tell Jake that you pulled my pants open and pushed your fingers inside me.” Angelica rubbed and rocked her mound hard up and down on his leg. Hard. Then ground her hips into his. Hard. Round and round.
“Say you pushed your fingers inside me. That even though I struggled and fought, I was swollen and wet.” The bulge in his pants stirred and swelled. Angelica felt it with her clit. Rubbed along it, over it. Felt the bulge hardening.
“Why don’t you say you made me open your pants.” She undid his heavy silver buckle. Popped his fly buttons.
She reached into the opening at the front of his pants. “Say you made me put my hand in,” she gripped the girth of his big, hot cock. Pulled along the length of it. Put his hand in the back of her long, dark brown hair. “You can tell him that you forced me down.”
She bent her knees to kneel in front of him. Hauled out his hot cock. “Tell him you beat it on my face. Banged it on my tongue. Shoved it in my mouth. Pushed it all the way into my throat.” She peered up into his eyes, “Tell him that you made me gag on it.”
Her lips slid over his bulb, tasted the sweet precum. Her hot, wet mouth pressed down along the length of it. Swallowed his long, fat shaft.
Felt her tongue forced down under the hot ridges of it. Felt it glide through the soft, wet space of her mouth until it met the back of her throat. Her head filled with the dark taste of his musk.
She reached up to take his hand, put his on the back of her head. Pressed. Hard. Sweet saliva gushed in her mouth as the hot, slick head of his cock breached into her throat. His other hand came round to the back of her head then. Yes, she thought, YES. He grabbed her hair. Hard.
Her hands felt the knots of his strong, clenching thighs. Slid around to his hard round ass as it drove his cock hard, deep into her throat. In an out. Hot. Pulsing. Christ, she thought, what a gorgeous ass. She sucked. She was raging hot between her legs. And wet. She wanted her hands on her pussy. Or him. But now she was too busy. Sucking on his throbbing cock.
His long shaft plowed into her mouth, reamed down her throat, slid back to her lips, then drove in again. Again and again. Harder. Deeper. Till her nose reached his pubes and his balls slapped on her chin. Faster now.
His hips thrust and his ass clenched hard as he fucked her face. The hard cock began to swell and pulse rhythmically and his cum exploded into her wet, hungry mouth. He pumped hot, salty spunk into her mouth and her throat. Pumped until it dribbled out of her lips.
With her face wet and sticky, she stood to face him. Looked in his eye as she pushed the little dribble of cum with her finger. Pushed it up onto her tongue. Lapped it up and then licked her lips. Swallowed. Slowly.
He reached down and lifted her. Put his hands under her buttocks and lifted her onto the table. Yanked down the zipper of her denim cut-offs and pulled her little black panties aside. Angelica saw that he smelled her perfume the same time as it hit her nose.
His lip curled as he bowed his head towards her lap. As she watched his mouth draw nearer to the scent of her hot crotch she fidgeted her ass towards him. Her nipples pointed and swelled out of the torn rags of her tee.
He looked up as he said, “Shall I tell Jake that I licked and sucked on the nub of your clit?”
She looked down into his eyes. “No.”
He said, “Or that I pushed my tongue up between your thick, soft lips, deep into your pussy?”
“No,”
“That I dragged my fingers inside you, my wrist between your clenching thighs? Pulled my fingers forward, grazed the fold in there, found the spot that makes you spring?”
“No,” she gasped, as his lips pressed into the hood of her clit, “No. Don’t tell Jake that.”
Her thighs were over his wide shoulders. His huge hands squeezed her butt cheeks as his hard, mobile tongue snaked inside her. She leaned back on her elbows. Looked down over her bouncing breasts at his head, deep between her tightening thighs. Angelica’s back stretched. Her fingers grasped. Her ass felt tiny, childish in his hands.
Angelica panted and her voice was thick as she said, “You have any lube, American?”
His head shook slowly, pulling his lips across her clit.
“Good.” her stomach still rippled with the last orgasm, “Don’t tell him that you reamed and burned my soft little ass raw, either.” She squeezed his head with her thighs as her fingers clawed in his hair, feeling his wiry curls scrape inside her thighs as she shook and her juices gushed into his mouth.
Soon after the bikers had hurried us out of the truck and into the back of the shed, they fed them some tasteless Yankee fast-food shit, cheap ground-up meat waste in weightless bread. Before they finished it the floor of the shed shook with the sound of the approaching bikes. A big enough roar that no-one could say how many there were, but it sounded like a lot.
Loud voices followed and the beat of heavy boots made the wood flooring vibrate. A biker with a red bandana and shades came
in and looked around. Picked out two of the youngest girls, Perla and Jazmin. Said, “I bet you two can dance. Here, put these on.”
He handed them a couple of silver bikini bottoms. Waited while the girls stripped off and wriggled the things on. Perla had tears streaming down her face. The biker seemed to like that. “Oh, you gonna be good,” he said, “They gonna like you.” He laughed as he took the girls by their bare arms and led them away and kicked the door shut behind them.
Then bikers took the rest of the girls into separate rooms. Small, bare, wood rooms. No windows. Inez looked at Angelica, pleading as she was shoved into a tiny room. She saw a bed against one wall but she didn’t acknowledge her, and they both knew why.
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When he slipped his fingers up between her ass cheeks, held her ass in his other hand, put his thumb against her little ass, he pressed. He hadn’t bothered to take off her panties or the tiny cut-offs. There wasn’t much point, they would hardly get in his way. Then he pressed with his finger, cupping her whole pussy in his palm.
Pressing the mound of his thumb against the mound of her sex. She always thought of her mound as being a great big bulge. In his hand it felt tiny. He pressed her little star, and he moved his finger around it. Slowly burrowed his finger in. Pressed down a little more.
Then he lifted her off the table as he stood. Angelica put her arms over his shoulders and gripped her legs around his ribs. Tilted her pelvis up. The lips of her puss tingled on the hair at the bottom of his stomach.
The curls that led down to his cock. Her buttocks felt the bones of his wide pelvis. Her ass felt the head of his hard cock. He looked at her and said,
“You ain’t done this before.” His lips tightened very slightly as he said, “You ain’t done a whole lot of this before, have you. You sure ain’t no whore.” His eyes looked hard into hers for some time before he said, “No, you ain’t no whore. Lot of men will pay a lot of money to have you act like one, though.” Did his voice soften a little, or did she imagine it?
Maybe she was just dreaming. Catching a stale whiff drifting from one of the damned tele-novellas her Mama and her little sister Inez watch every afternoon. Or if not, if his voice really did soften a little, it was most likely a mixture of jealousy and admiration for the money that Jake was going to make out of her.
She said, “You mean if I act like I’ve been acting with you, American?”
“Mm-hm.”
“And what if I’m not willing to do that? What if I won’t do it with just whoever comes through that door?”
“We’re talking about hardcore MC brothers here. If they know you’re going to put up a fight, they’ll pay even more.”
Angelica’s lips tightened between her teeth. He said, “Well, we’re here,” and she clung on to him. Tight. Pressed her breasts against him through the ripped cotton. But he only pressed gently against her ass.
She tried to relax. That made it easier. But not much. Plus, she couldn’t really relax much. And her ass was tiny. And his cock was huge.
She said, “You want me to put up a fight, American?”
He stopped. Looked at her. His cock was just engaged at the opening to her ass. “Whatever you want. It’ll be okay with me.”
Then he pressed in. He slid into her ass and out, and deeper in, and slowly out, and on. The strokes got faster and harder, and he got harder, and her ass hurt like hell.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it, she did. She liked it a lot. She was getting to like the scent and the velvety skin of this hard American. But she saw no reason to let him know any of that if she could help it.
Gripping on tight to him with her thighs, she stretched back. He put out his hand out along her back. And he rammed harder in. It ached and burned, but through the pain was a thrill that she hadn’t ever felt before.
Something deep. And dark. But strong. It was like an echo of something from long ago. Impossibly long ago.
Then he lifted her off his cock. Lifted her like she was a bag of sugar or a cake. She couldn’t imagine this rough biker with either of those things though. So like a what? A bag of money, probably. Dirty dollars in bundles of thousands.
He pulled out of her ass, and slipped straight in to penetrate her dripping hot puss. She felt like she had exploded. She wrapped her arms tight around him, squeezed with her thighs.
She rode him as hard as she could. She was so ready to cry, and she really didn’t want him to see that. The thought made it harder to hold back. Her hands slid into his shirt. Her fingers snaked around to the ridges of into his back. Dug her nails in. Dragged on his flesh.
Didn’t seem to make any difference to him. She drew back and beat on his chest. Flailed her fists at him as hard as she could. He kept right on, his huge cock filling her up, hard, hot and pounding into her. His thighs slapped against her soft cheeks, still raw from his cock.
Angelica beat wildly on his shoulders. His rhythm didn’t change. She slapped her hands on his face. Over and over. As fast and as hard as she could. He didn’t twitch.
But the effort, while he was fucking her, so deep, so hard, while her hips, her treacherous little woman’s body, while her hips slid lasciviously along the length of his long, fat cock.
The more she beat him, the closer she was to crying.
She sunk her teeth into the top of his shoulder. He still didn’t seem to care. And rage was the only defense she had against the well of tears so close to bursting.
So she rode his cock as hard as she could and through her teeth she shouted into the hard, muscled flesh of his shoulder, “Fuck me. Come on, American. FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!”
The orgasm blasted into her like the Pacific smashing against high granite cliffs, breeching through vast, ancient caves, like a tsunami bursting into a bay, filling and consuming the coves and crags of the coast with white, raging foam.
Lying back on the table, Angelica could hardly move. She ached all over, but all of her muscles sang. Never before had she felt anything like that. So powerful it almost felt religious. Maybe because she was exhausted and hadn’t eaten properly since the wedding.
Whatever it was, it left her unbalanced. Confused. She felt drawn to this big biker like a father. Like a savior. And she knew that he wasn’t going to be either. Not for her.
The sound of boots came from outside. Then a bang on the door and a rough male voice, “You done, bro? Ready to go?”
Not taking his eyes off her, the biker said, “Ax there?” Another voice came from behind the door,
“We’re all set, bro.” The biker called back,
“Ax, take the merchandise and stack it in the cage. Call the geek and get him over. Don’t let anyone start to open anything before I get there.”
“You got it. See you back.”
“Ax?” the biker called again, insistent, “Nobody opens anything. No exceptions. Clear?”
“Aye. You be far behind?”
“No, I won’t be long.”
As he fastened his silver buckle he told Angelica, “I hate to think of you being manhandled, mistreated and mauled, just to put money in Jake’s pocket,” he looked at her for a long time. Looked her over again.
He said, “Seems tragic when you could fill my pocket instead.” She watched the emblem on his back. And she watched his ass. As it moved in the soft leather, she wanted his cock again. And then the door closed behind him.
She must have slept, but not for long. There were sounds outside the door. The biker pushed the door open. The one with the red bandana and shades came into the room ahead of him, saying, “So, this gonna square us, right? The bust, Carter, the package you say you were short, we gonna be all squared away on that now. Right?”
“All square. Only today’s thing left to complete.”
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nbsp; “Brother, you paying a high price for a piece of tush. Let me take another quick look, okay? You sure she ain’t got diamonds in her pussy or a pound of crack in her bra? A weight of grass up her ass, maybe?”
“This deal didn’t suit you, you wouldn’t be doing it, Jake. No more fucking around, okay.”
“Okay, bro. She’s all yours. We’re good.” They clasped hands, locking their thumbs, embraced with their other arms and patted each other twice on the back. It was like a dance.
The biker was leading her from the room. Whether this was taking Angelica to a better situation, she had no way to know, but the biker looked to her like a better bet than Jake in every way.
She pushed away the thought that she had never experienced orgasms anything like those he’d given her. Whatever else, she was sure he was a pimp just like Jake. Allowing her emotions to get tangled up with him would probably not lead to a happy ending.
As we neared the door she started to say, “My sister...” and realized immediately that it was a mistake.
Jake grinned wide as he said, “Oh, you got a sister?”
Jake learning that Inez was Angelica’s little sister, it wouldn’t do her any good at all, or Angelica either. Thinking fast, the best she could come up with was, “I gotta call my sister. Let her know I’m OK. And I want to know how her test went.”
Maybe she went too far. From law school she remembered, the more detail a witness offers, the more likely they’re lying or trying to hide something. Either one of those lies should have been good. Saying both could have been too much and she may have given herself away.
Jake said, “It’s okay, I’m sure Bogart will let you use the phone in your suite. You gonna put her in the penthouse, right, Bogart? With the rooftop infinity pool? You gonna let her use the chopper?”
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