Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance

by AJ Downey

  There was a look of sheer desire in Brandy’s eyes, and she bit her bottom lip and looked up at Trask. She was more than ready. He stepped forward, his meaty sword in his hand. Brandy’s legs quivered even before he filled her.

  Hope twisted Brandy’s nipples the second that Trask shoved his cock inside. She screamed out, pleasure tearing at her soul. Her eyes opened wide, and she saw the couple smiling above her. He was big. Brandy had never been stretched like that before in her life, and she wasn’t ready for it. Waves of pleasure flowed over her body, and before she knew it, an orgasm was overtaking her.

  There had only been one or two times in Brandy’s life where penetration alone had caused her to come. The feeling took her completely by surprise as Trask thrust his length inside of her. She cried out, the pain from her nipples being twisted only fueling the fire.

  “Damn, baby. That didn’t take long at all, did it?” Trask had one hell of a confident smile on his face. He had barely thrust forward and made the girl come. He felt like a fucking stallion.

  Hope had a wide smile on her face, too. “Jesus. I knew you were good, Trask, but not that good!” The couple laughed.

  Brandy could barely hear the words being spoken as she writhed and reeled on the bed. Her ears were ringing and her body was on fire. “More, more.” She somehow managed to spit those words out.

  Trask winked at his girl and said, “Who am I to deny pleasure? You’re about to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.”

  The biker thrust forward, sheathing his entire length inside of Brandy. She cried out, the orgasm still subsiding inside of her body. Soon Hope had her arms wrapped around Brandy’s hot body as Trask slammed into the bartender’s body over and over again.

  She found it so sexy to watch her man fuck another girl. Trask had sweat on his forehead, and his chest was beginning to glisten, bringing his tattoos to life. He had never looked hotter. One of Hope’s hands disappeared between her legs as she watched Trask fuck Brandy.

  The sexy little bartender could barely think straight. She loved it. The sensation was something she hadn’t felt before in her life. She had been crying out, begging him for more, but now all she could do was moan. It was as if her brain had turned off, and all she could experience was the pleasure of being fucked by such a big dick.

  A new pressure was swelling inside of her, and for the first time in her life, Brandy was going to have a second orgasm from penetration. Her fingers hadn’t even come anywhere close to touching her clit. She gasped for breath as Trask’s thrusts shifted her back and forth on the bed.

  When Trask slid his cock out of Brandy, she almost cried. After feeling so full and so stretched, the feeling of being empty was devastating. It was so bad, she said something she instantly regretted.

  “I didn’t tell you to stop.” The second that the words left her mouth, Brandy clamped a hand over that rude mouth.

  She thought he would get mad, but instead, a wide smile came to Trask. He looked demonic. “Since I can do whatever the fuck I want, I’m going to bend my sexy girl over and fuck her from behind while you eat her out. Any problems with that?”

  Brandy was quick to shake her head no. She had seen Trask get angry at the bar, but she had never experienced that anger firsthand, his sly smile said he wasn’t anywhere near pissed off for real and that reassured her. He was like a god looming over her.

  Hope had never been more turned on in her life. Sharing her man with another beautiful woman was one thing, but watching them fight for control was mind blowing. She had gone from teasing herself to working herself up to a powerful climax. One thrust from her manly biker, and she’d be done for.

  Not wanting to get on his bad side like the silly little bartender, Hope spun around in a hurry and dropped down on all fours on the bed. She looked back to see Trask get in place behind her. Before he slid in, one of his hands found her hair. His strong fingers buried deep inside and ran his fingers over Hope’s scalp. She shivered with pleasure as electricity shot down her back. Then he slid inside her wetness.

  Trask didn’t waste any time ramping up to full speed. He loved fucking Hope from behind and watching her ass shake. Watching the bartender crawl beneath his woman turned him into a beast. He power fucked Hope with everything he had. Anger, lust, and desire rolled into one as he stretched her out again and again.

  Hope’s eyes were open wide. Her mouth was open, and she thought she might even be drooling. Trask was the hottest lay she had ever had, but this was something else entirely. He was channeling every emotion and every bit of his body into fucking her as hard as possible. She knew that she’d have bruises on her ass and rug burns on her knees, but she didn’t care. Hope loved the fact that she would have something to remember that night for weeks to come.

  She screamed out, her mind scrambled from the orgasm and the rough pounding she was getting. Just as she started coming, Brandy’s tongue found her clit. Hope saw stars as the orgasm went from spectacular to mind blowing. She was in heaven, nirvana. It took every bit of strength for Hope to stay on all fours.

  Trask kept pounding into her, extending the orgasm out for eternity. Her breath caught in her throat, and Hope didn’t know if it even mattered. She could go without breathing ever again. Trask had turned her into an immortal angel. When his grasp on her hair finally relaxed, Hope couldn’t stay upright any longer. She fell down into the sheets and onto Brandy, his big cock still inside of her. Trask pressed down from above, slowly sliding in and out of Hope. The bartender was still eating her out as Hope sucked in a breath of life.

  Trask slid out of his woman, his lustful eyes staring right at Brandy. She could tell exactly what he wanted. She opened and took his cock into her mouth. The strong and sweet taste of Hope flooded her mouth as Brandy sucked the juices from Trask’s cock. He began to thrust into her mouth, Brandy ready for him. She opened wide and relaxed her throat. The orgasms had helped her relax and made it much easier to take his big, biker cock.

  Trask was drinking in everything happening around him. He loved Hope more than anything, and seeing her in complete ecstasy was all Trask ever wanted out of life. Brandy’s tongue worked Trask closer and closer to his own orgasm. She was good, and he thanked God that he had even lasted that long. A swell was building inside of him.

  As Brandy moaned around Trask, he closed his eyes and grinned like an idiot. The swell turned into a tidal wave, and Trask pushed in one last time. Brandy opened wide as Trask buried his big, thick cock in her mouth. She held her breath and held on for dear life. He groaned, his loud voice filling the room. Trask’s muscles rippled and tightened as an orgasm exploded within him.

  Brandy could feel his load shooting into the back of her throat. With each throb of his member, Brandy pushed deeper. She grasped at Hope and the sheets, holding on with everything that she had. Brandy held strong, taking everything that he could give her. She moaned and sucked until Trask pulled out, his cock over-sensitive. It was her own little way of dominating him. When he slid out of Brandy’s mouth, his eyes glazed over. She sucked in a deep breath, oblivious to the cum dripping down her cheek.

  Trask collapsed on the bed beside Hope, dazed and weightless. The whole experience had him sucking in deep breaths and sweating like a beast. She leaned over, laid a soft kiss on his lips and whispered, “Happy birthday.”

  A week passed. Brandy still had bruises and hickeys all over her body. Every time she stood before the mirror, her knees weakened at the memory of what had happened between her, Hope, and Trask. She smiled and threw a t-shirt over her head. Brandy felt like a new woman, and it wasn’t just because of the threesome. That had been amazing, but something more came from it.

  Brandy heard a deep rumble outside of her apartment. She grabbed her phone and ran.

  Hope pulled her Harley into the parking lot, parking it right next to Brandy’s. Pulling off her helmet, Hope watched as Brandy came down the stairs. The young girl was smiling. It was infectious, because Hope couldn’t help herse
lf.

  “Hey, girl.”

  Hope laughed. “Hey, yourself. You’re late. Let’s go.”

  “Late?” Brandy pulled her helmet from a saddle bag. “I thought we had all weekend.”

  “It’s five hours to the redwoods from here. I don’t want to spend our entire girls’ weekend on the road.”

  The two ladies fired up their motorcycles and headed out of the parking lot. What had started as a birthday present for her man turned into a friendship between Hope and Brandy, neither of them would have ever expected.

  Davida Lynn began writing two years ago after a creative life on and off stage. In her late twenties, Davida is now exploring her creativity through storytelling. She loves strong female characters that can hold their own against sexy alpha males. She loves nothing more than getting caught up in her own characters as their stories unfold. She believes there is power and beauty in romance, and we can all benefit from a happily ever after.

  After six years working in a library, Davida finally took the plunge and made writing her full-time career. She has four novels and ten novellas to her name. When she's not writing, her time is spent on the fixer upper log cabin she and her man recently bought. She lives with him and their very spoiled cat in southern Indiana.

  Exhibition

  Jeffrey Cook & Katherine Perkins

  It was arguable whether Emily was naked. The piping and valves and winches of her copper braces encased her legs even as they allowed her once-ruined ankles to raise her to her toes. The matching filigree covered her arms as they shifted above her head, and the two small decorative disks were placed on The Living Doll’s face. Her hair, as always, was chemically lacquered to match the copper wiring that had supplemented it after the accident.

  The pale, round breasts that bounced with each en-pointe step of the turn were, in contrast, perfectly natural. They were also very well featured by the carriage of her arms. She also managed magnificent fankicks, with all the intimate exposure that entailed at the moment.

  Luca rested on the bed, appreciating the comfort after the nights spent camping—and particularly appreciating the opportunity to take in her favorite show. Plenty of people got to watch The Living Doll dance. Very few got quite this kind of front row seat, or the lack of costume.

  Her eye roved over her private dancer’s body, the other eye long since lost, covered by a black leather patch, secured in her cavalry officer days with what they had, directly to her face. She still passed as a male these days, as then. It just made things easier. “Beautiful.”

  Emily completed the last series of turns very slowly, making sure Luca could see every line and curve of her arguably-naked body before she reached the end of the dance, right next to the bed. There was a hiss in the valves, and the augmented arthritic joints bent, lowering her to the floor. She looked up, smiling.

  “Just hold that pose.” Luca ordered, sitting up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed so she could lean in, admiring up close with her eye, while trailing one hand up the outside of one of the braces, and up to the flesh, caressing the curve of her girl’s hip.

  Emily stayed just as she was, sighing at the touch, while Luca shifted for better access, her free hand moving to the other side, feeling Emily’s hips. Then she slid her hands back, cupping her girl’s ass instead, eye still intent on the view presented just in front of her.

  That got a bit of a groan out of Emily. “What do you want?” They had a little time left.

  “Now that I’ve had a good look, and good feel... I think I want to warm you up, add some color. Over my lap.”

  Emily grinned, and the valves hissed again as she scrambled to position and bent herself over, her skin sliding against Luca’s.

  Luca’s hand closed on the copper hair. She pressed down, getting her girl head-down, ass-up. Then her other hand came down, moving from one cheek to the other.

  Emily loved the sound. Flesh on flesh—always a nice reminder that she still was indeed mostly flesh, and not just the metal that kept her going or the ceramic that the stage audiences assumed from her makeup. The sound and the sting and the warmth rising under Luca’s hand got a moan out of her.

  Luca kept her hand going, making sure the pale white turned a rosy pink, then a bit longer, until the pink turned a soft red. The noises became progressively more urgent. Then she pushed Emily’s legs open a little more and swatted her pussy a few times with her well-warmed fingers. Emily yelped at the wet smack.

  “Luca, please,” she muttered.

  A couple more swats, and Luca pushed first one, then another finger into her girl’s pussy, working them around a little, then faster. The digits’ warmth from the spanking provided all the more stimulation... and all the more push to get her girl squirming and begging.

  Every inch of Emily’s skin soon felt flushed to match her tender backside. Her breathing became heavier as she whimpered Luca’s name again. Once she did, Luca drew her hand back, adding two more spanks, before shifting her grip to help Emily down off her lap and onto her knees on the floor next to the bed.

  Hot skin and cool metal contrasted as Emily sat on her heels. She nuzzled at Luca’s thigh, ready to kiss her way to licking her, but not trying to rush.

  Luca’s hand went for the hair again, holding her back, making Emily work for it at her inner thighs, enjoying the nuzzling and playing. Eventually, though, when worked up enough, and when Emily had earned it, she tugged her head forward, between her legs. And Emily let it just fill up her senses as she lapped eagerly, savoring and listening. Luca shifted her legs apart a little wider. Her hand tightened on the hair and wire. Her hips shifted in time with the lapping, rocking herself against Emily’s probing tongue.

  As always, the little movements encouraged Emily. And as always, the firm hand in her hair felt just right. And as always, Luca was delicious. Emily worked more and more frantically.

  Luca’s well-defined abdomen tightened, shudders going through her muscles at her girl’s enthusiastic efforts. Her breathing quickened further, until every exhalation came in a deep groan.

  And that sound was just right. After years of learning each other’s bodies, there were some signs that were especially welcome. Emily tried to keep at it.

  Luca’s hand finally released, her upper body laying back on the bed as shudders went through her and the groans turned into orgasmic moans.

  And Emily worked her all the way through it, until she was just kneeling there, panting with a sense of accomplishment.

  Finally, when she could breathe evenly again, she muttered, “I guess we both need to get into costume.”

  There was so much to see in Crystal Palace Park that they could have spent all day wandering.

  But Emily had been invited by this year’s Isambard Kingdom Brunel Day Mechanical Exhibition, so she was courteously seeing and being seen among the various great works of engineering that various Gentlemen of Science presented. There’d be time to take in the fountains when she danced through them later.

  Luca, in the nice military dress uniform that managed to be devoid of military insignia, checked out the exhibits, but she was primarily there on business. She appreciated the fancy toys that saved her girl’s ability to walk and dance, but the ones here didn’t hold the same appeal they did for Emily. Besides, looking around, she saw a whole lot of cutting-edge technology right out in the open, and not near enough security to suit her.

  Emily spotted a familiar face among the state-of-the-art medical equipment that glinted in the sunlight shining through the Palace’s glass walls. Accompanying the old physician was a less familiar man in a trim suit.

  “So good to see you, Doctor.”

  “The pleasure is all mine. Miss Emily Carew—” the elderly doctor may have hesitated just slightly on the ‘Miss,’ eyes glancing at Luca uncertainly, but he decided to stick with it and soldier on. “I present Mr. Roper, of Roper Velocipedes.” It had apparently been decided that Emily’s escort was to be ignored socially.

  Not
, however, by the man in the trim suit, who shook Emily’s hand briefly with an idle “Charmed,” then turned to reach for Luca’s. “I’ve heard so much about you and your young man, Miss Carew.”

  “Why thank you, Mr. Roper. Your family make bicycles?”

  “We improve the very concept of bicycles, Miss Carew. At least in terms of transportation, if not in exercise. And the latest Roper Velocipede has tripled the potential of even our best previous models, both in carrying capacity and horsepower. We’ve got it on display today, still in the testing phase.” Technically, he was talking to Emily, but still looking at Luca.

  Luca ignored the intentional bit of being overlooked. That was normal in a lot of polite society. They weren’t married, and Luca was a known mercenary... not the most distinguished of professions. She still shook the other man’s hand firmly. “Pleasure, Mr. Roper.”

  “I was, in fact, hoping I could interest you in a business proposal, sir.” Roper gestured through the windows, toward a pair of two-wheeled machines on display. “My newest model in motorbikes, the 24-HP, could use a cavalryman’s experience in the testing phase.”

  24 Horsepower... She’d heard of the steam machines trying to replace the work of 2 to 4 horses, and the noise and mess they made. She considered the proposal dubiously.

  “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll stick with horses, thanks.” After all, every time Luca traveled by anything more complicated than a horse or carriage, things got interesting... airship pirates, train robberies... the motorbikes looked like a guaranteed disaster, possibly an earthquake or something.

  A sigh from Mr. Roper. “Let me know if you change your mind.” But he withdrew.

  “How did you find yourself working with the Crystal Palace Company on this exhibition, Doctor?” Emily asked cordially.

  “Well, after all the trouble with the Afghans, the Boers, the Mahdists, and the Burmese, the British Empire is finally taking the necessities of medical reconstruction seriously,” he said, with another slight sidelong glance to Luca, as if reflecting on his opinion of how seriously the Austro-Hungarian empire took such things. “And the Crystal Palace Company, after a few years of the park’s decline, are very interested in showing their involvement in serious business.”