5
Sold to the Biker Gang
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you!” the taxi driver said as he stopped on the gravel road in front of the sparsely lit bar and turned around towards his customer. “They are pretty rough, these bikers! Not a place for a lady!”
Lola nodded at the well-meant suggestion, gave the man his money and climbed out of the car. She knew that, of course. But she was not a lady.
She stopped in front of the back door, took a deep breath and then entered. It was a lot of money. A shit load of money. And the only thing she had to do was spend a night in this dive and satisfy the biker gang. With everything that was included.
“Hey, there you are,” a bald, strong guy with a mustache greeted her as she entered. Obviously, the guy who booked her. “I’m Charly.”
“Lola.”
“Okay, Lola. You can freshen up back there,” he said as he pushed her towards the ladies’ room, “and leave your things there. From there you can reach the main room when you go through the door in the front; this will take you directly to the bar and you can climb up on the platform with the pole.”
He eyed her from top to bottom. “You do pole dancing, right? I asked for that from the agency.”
“Of course,” Lola tried to nod quickly.
“Good. The guy this is for is Arnie. You can tell it’s him by his long, dark hair, his beard and his arms with tattoos. Arnie has to go to jail tomorrow; that is why you have to be very nice to him today, if you know what I mean.”
He threw a skeptical look at Lola again.
“I will. Don’t worry, Charly, I haven’t been doing this long, but I’m good at what I do.” “Fine, then show us what you can do, honey!”
He departed with a slap on her ass and left Lola alone in front of the bathroom mirror. Since she already had her working outfit on under her clothes – black leather hot pants and a fitting rhinestone bra – she was ready immediately. Lola pulled her super high plateau shoes from her bag, plus the black biker hat, and she was ready. She flattened her blond hair, redid her red lipstick and stopped for a final time to look at herself in the mirror. “It’ll be alright,” she whispered to herself.
The group was already partying hard when Lola opened the door. She counted five full tables plus a few guys standing at the bar. She saw Charly in one corner, the man who organized everything and who jumped up and ran to the music box to select the fitting music for her show. The first beats from Cherry Pie by the Warrants pounded out of the speakers and Lola took her place on the platform with the stage. From the corner of her eyes, she could see how the conversations stopped and all the heads started turning towards her. Lola swung on the pole with an elegant spin, showed off some sexy pose and slowly glided herself down on the pole.
A few men stood up and came closer, and curious eyes gawked at the dancer, followed her every turn and appeared to undress her with their eyes from the very few clothes she had on. Lola knew this game. She had been dancing since she was sixteen and earned money with it since the first time she forged her ID. She knew exactly what effect her movements had on men and how she had to stretch and rub against the pole to really heat things up. She could do her performance in her sleep meanwhile. Gain momentum, spin, hold a sexy pose. A seductive slide to the floor, a little floor work, swing back up the pole upside down.
She used every turn forward to get a look at her audience. What kind of people were in front of her? How could you size them up?
Most of the men were wearing typical biker leather jackets and vests, T-shirts with rocky statements or also colorful tattoos. All age groups appeared to be present, from delicate boys who had just obtained their driver’s license to rock grandpas with white hair and beards. Probably twenty to twenty-five people, Lola guessed, including five women, but they looked just as rocky and wild as their male counterparts.
The song transitioned smoothly into the next one, then into a third and fourth. The audience became livelier and livelier with every new song, appeared to no longer want to be satisfied with just standing still and watching. Lola was used to a lot; she knew how to get away from brash guests and how to charmingly escape unwelcome touching with elegant spins. But this time it was different. There were so many men who wanted her. And no bouncers, no security guards that could keep them away from her.
Every time she came on the ground from the pole, she could feel hands. On her legs. On her ass. On her breasts. The rockers bellowed and clapped when she hung upside down on the pole. And they celebrated it at least just as much when she stretched out within reach on the ground so that one hand or the other could grope her curves without any problems. It was tough. Not just the athletic dance performance on the pole, but rather also defending against obtrusive guests and getting back up from the ground figures that were subject to groping.
“Drink something, honey,” a dark male’s voice suggested and another guy was right there to pour some whiskey down her throat while she slid over the stage on her knees. The liquid burned in her throat and it actually went against her principles to drink on the job. Nevertheless, the high-proof refreshment felt good today. Lola willingly opened her lips again to let another mouthful flow in and generously ignored the hands that had meanwhile stopped on her tits and eagerly kneaded her lush curves. Lola’s breasts had excited many in the past, but in contrast to some of her colleagues, Mother Nature was so generous to her that she did not need any silicone to delight the men.
It took willpower to push the fingers to the side again as they grabbed into her skin, but Lola managed to straighten herself up and dance back on the pole. However, the freedom was short lived, because she felt hands that surrounded her from the back and a powerful male body that nestled itself on hers. Lola turned around. A long-haired guy stood in front of her with scary tattoos on his upper arm and shoulder. Was that Arnie? Was that the man that she was supposed to be extra nice to? The description would have fit optically, but on the other hand they all looked quite the same! Lola scanned the room for Charly while the stranger’s hands slid on her breasts and into her leather pants.
The guy's friends bawled out, applauded their man as he swung to the beat with the stripper. A few women came closer as well to see what the bearded man wanted to do with the girl.
Lola cleverly spun out of his grip during the refrain, but her dance partner held her hand and spun her back so that she clapped directly against his upper body. This time he placed his hands on her ass, pressed her cheeks a little harder than necessary and pulled her crotch very close to his so that she could feel the threatening bulge in his pants hard against her loins.
Lola tried to get some distance between herself and the man again. She knew that her assignment today included a few extras, but she thought she could do this alone with the target person in some hotel room. Not here in front of all these people. Apart from that, she wasn’t even sure if that was Arnie in front of her.
The man’s head lowered onto her cleavage and began to lick around her breasts, which the generous cut of her leather bra exposed. She placed her hands on his shoulders again, lifted his chin a little to look him in the eyes.
“Are you Arnie?” she appeared to ask, but didn’t receive a response, because the guy’s mouth was busy licking her throat and her ear. She tried her luck again.
“Don’t make such a fuss,” somebody in the audience yelled. “Let the man have a little fun before he has to go to the pen!”
“Do you want to go to the back with me?” Lola asked so quietly that nobody other than the guy could hear her.
But he shook his head. He didn’t want to go to the back. But he wanted her. When the song changed, he spun her around again so that her back was against him again. He clawed his fingers into her top, pulled at the lacing until the soft leather gave away enough to make her breasts easily visible to all. The crowd roared and whistled excitedly as the rude guy pulled on her nipples on the stage in the middle of the room.
He pushed her
upper body forward with a solid grip until she grabbed the pole to steady herself. She couldn’t see what he was doing behind her, but she felt how his hand lowered to spank her ass.
While the first notes of Born to be Wild came out of the speakers, the strong hand opened the lacing from Lola’s hot pants. The movement was almost elegant as he pulled the short leather panties over her ass and exposed her completely. The crowd jeered again as her privates were put on exhibition, the small triangle of her vulva visible to everybody who stood across her now from the stage.
Arnie’s fingers curiously filled her pussy. Slid from the back between her legs and grabbed exactly the spot that made Lola lose her mind. She could not help but to utter a sensual purr. To throw her head back and enjoy how he rubbed her clitoris. For a moment, she didn’t care that there were twenty or more people standing around watching what the hand was doing to her. It was almost exciting for her to be exposed like this in front of the entire biker gang. And the fingers that rubbed her and that slowly slid inside her seemed to be exactly what her heated body needed at this moment.
Lola’s eyes tore open as the flat hand smacked between her legs and harshly brought her back to reality. She knew what would happen next. And she didn’t know if she was actually ready for that.
The man wanted her. He would put his cock in her pussy or wherever else he wanted to put it – right here on the stage in front of the entire biker crowd. And there was nothing she could do now to keep him from doing that. The conditions were negotiated; Lola agreed to make herself available to the men in every imaginable way. And nowhere did it say that it had to happen in a secluded room. If Arnie wanted to take her here in front of all the people, then he had a right to do so.
Lola didn’t see what happened behind her back, but she assumed that the guy used the short break to open his pants and free his pride and joy. Her whole body tensed. Everything inside her tingled with excitement and she started to feel a slight sense of panic spread. She looked into the audience, looked into horny eyes, curious eyes. Eyes of men that reflected nothing more than pure horniness. Uncomprehending and yet fascinated, the eyes of the women who watched something they would never have done personally and what they actually wished for sometimes in their most secret of dreams.
Lola felt as hands went on her hips and pulled her pelvis backwards. Then she felt something big and hard nestle against her hole. Even though the music was banging from the speakers, she felt as if it suddenly got quiet in the room. As if everyone there was holding their breath while they waited for the girl on stage to be impaled by their buddy.
The movement seemed like it was in slow motion as Arnie’s hips moved from hers to gain momentum and penetrate her with a powerful thrust. Her mouth tore open and she gasped for air with surprise as she felt his thick, huge dick drill inside her. Staggered so far forward that she would have almost lost her balance if she wasn’t being held by strong hands that caught her and held her back. Another thrust. Even harder. Even deeper. Lola whined and moaned, screamed her feelings in the air where thy got lost between the thundering music from the speakers and the yells and bawling from the crowd.
The feeling was different than anything she had ever felt before. The situation, the countless eyes that watched her, how her moaning got hoarser and hoarser and her screams sharper the faster she was thrust towards her climax. The man behind her was giving it to her good. His big cock filled her, stretched her out and rubbed her in every imaginable way until she had the feeling of drifting into a different universe. Her body was overcome with hotness that made her shake and caused tiny beads of sweat to dance on her forehead at the same time.
She let out a piercing scream as she came. Felt the attention of all the eyes that were glued to her and burned her with their looks as she shared her ecstasy. The people laughed, applauded. Encouraged the guy more as he hammered himself even faster and deeper into her until he came to his finale with a loud moan.
Lola sank to her knees, supported herself on all fours when Arnie was finished with her. Without turning around, she noticed how he left the stage and made space for the next man who wanted to take his place. Her whole body was still shaking; she could have used a few minutes to relax and recover from the wild fuck and intense climax that just rocked her body. But she was not given a break. The next male body slid up to her, kneeled behind her exactly between her thighs. He didn’t waste time to touch or stroke her, but rather continued directly where Arnie had just stopped. She felt a small prick as he pushed himself into her, abused her jerking pussy with small thrusts until she slowly started to desire it as well.
While he was taking her, she saw a second man come onto the stage. Somebody who kneeled in front of her. Opened his pants and held his humongous erection towards her. Lola quickly understood, opened her red lips and let him penetrate her sweet mouth. She let things drift, took on the rhythm the guy behind her gave her with his hard movements and blew his friend’s fat cock in front of her in the same tempo.
Lola was good at what she was doing and it didn’t take long until the two men sighed and their cocks became even harder than they already were. From the corner of her eye, she could see that her actions had not left the rest of the audience indifferent. A few of the men had also pulled down their pants to help themselves as they watched the hot show on stage. A few others had moved to the other women in darker corners to get closer. One couple disappeared through the door towards the back room.
There was hooting again as the man in front of Lola came while sighing and shot his load in her mouth and on her lips. The guy behind her was also close, because he was thrusting harder and faster until he finally reached his climax.
“More,” she begged as the man was done with her before she could be relieved herself. She moved around the stage and looked around begging.
She was hot; her whole body shivered and longed for satisfaction.
“Take me,” she appeared to whisper to the men who were within hand’s reach of the stage and jerked their hard cocks violently while Lola began to touch herself. Her fingers desperately pushed her breasts together. Stroked over her chest, down to her navel and further until they found themselves directly between her legs. She pressed her flat hand against her twitching private parts. Rubbed her clitoris with fast movements until her body began to quiver with desire again.
The muscle guy in the front couldn’t resist any longer. He didn’t want to let the poor girl have to touch herself so he climbed to her on the stage. She writhed on her back like a cat. Looked at him and begged for his cock with each of her movements.
He kneeled between her legs and pressed her thighs apart until she spread them willingly in front of him. His lips found their way to her breasts. His teeth nibbled and pulled on her stiff nipples until she screamed again and reared up with desire. Then he finally took her with hard thrusts. Pushed deep into the insatiable, small pussy until she squeaked and whined out of pure horniness. He stopped shortly, made her beg for more. And then he hammered into her so wild that she whimpered for mercy.
Lola’s heart raced. The guy drove her crazy. He took her so hard that every fiber of her body tensed. Every inch of her skin burned; her middle was in flames and lusted to finally be extinguished.
He held her arms together over her head, prevented her from touching herself in desperation to finally give herself the relief that she needed. Everything around Lola disappeared. She could no longer see how many men were in front of her, behind her and next to her and played with her while she was being fucked hard by the muscle man on the stage. She unconsciously registered the attractive face of the man that was proving such stamina while she squirmed and begged under him. He delayed her, denied her the climax for so long until he got closer to his finale while panting. Once his cock was thick and hard in her pussy and so close to a pending explosion, he stimulated her again with aimed movements until she began to quiver and sigh again.
Lola’s orgasm was massive. She could feel the convulsio
n for seconds as it went through her body and shook her to her core. Loud screams accompanied her climax and let the entire group participate in her ecstatic flight while the attractive muscle man shot his load into her. The moment while he stayed in her somewhat longer than necessary and she enjoyed the tremors of her climax seemed to be unending. Only once her shivering became less and her breath slowly started to calm down did he retreat and help her back up to her legs.
“Come, girl, I’ll give you a drink. That will give you more strength.”
Lola looked at him with big eyes and he smiled.
“Trust me, you will need it tonight!”
6
Being the Present at the Parking Lot Rendezvous
As Carina leaned over the door of his convertible to greet him, it made Gerd speechless. His young neighbor looked stunning. Even much hotter than he had ever dreamed. The short jeans skirt offered a generous view of her long gazelle legs. Her open hair fell over her back into countless chocolate-brown curls. And the tight hooded jacket could not hide the fact that her breasts had grown a lot.
Gerd absorbed the sweet scent of the girl’s perfume as she sat next to him and he had to concentrate to keep his composure so that she wouldn’t see his excitement through the bulge in his pants.
It wasn’t the first time that Carina sat in his car and certainly not the last. But today was different. Today the sweet girl next door was celebrating her nineteenth birthday and he thought of something very special for it.
“Will you tell me where we are going now?”
Carina fluttered her long lashes and looked so innocent that it took him a lot of willpower to not immediately tell her everything she wanted to know.
“It’s a surprise,” he said shortly instead. “But after everything I know about you, it will be the perfect birthday present.”
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