The cockhead pushed again, more insistently this time, the thick tip sliding across her mouth. Salty precum layered on her lips and instinctively her pink tongue slipped out to slurp at it. It was warm and delicious. The taste reminded her of Axle.
At that point, she was lost completely. The cockhead pushed again against her cheek, but she shifted her head so that it slid down past her plush, thick, glossy lips and into her mouth. She held it there in the warm confines only for a moment, sliding her tongue around the cockhead with luxuriating pleasure, before urging it deeper down and down into her throat.
The thick head swelled in her esophagus and she could feel it bulging against the man’s hand around her throat. She moaned, taking it in, taking it all in, her lips slurping upward all the way to the man’s crotch. And then she slid backward, sucking and moaning all the way.
Tears streamed down her face, but she was not sure why they were there. Perhaps it was just the adrenaline of the situation. Maybe the cock just tasted that fucking good. But either way, she sucked him down deep into her throat and then moaned back upward, bristles of his pubic hair tickling her face, and soft tears slid down her face as she did.
His balls were thick and heavy. Impregnating balls. Virile balls. The balls of a born breeder. They slapped against her chin as she worked up and down, willfully debasing herself for this giant of a man. Her sucking was so good, though, that he began to want more. Roughly he shoved her against the door and jammed his cock down her throat even further.
There was no stopping him. So huge, so big, so powerful and in control. He fucked her mouth furiously against the hard surface of the door, banging her slight hot body with abandon. Leanne did everything in her power to please this man, this monster-cocked stud—everything in her power just to prove she was good enough to be kept alive. He fucked her hard into the corner, grunting and groaning, his stamina seemingly limitless.
Leanne’s hands went up his back and ass, pulling on him, tugging at his incredible musculature with a need to feel everything he had to offer. Her hands gripped hard on his ass and then on his back, the thick muscles there coiled like hard seafaring ropes.
But eventually—just like when she sucked off Axle—her hands fell down to her tits and clit. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling her own hot young body. Every part of her felt so needy, even as the gigantic stranger’s huge cock filled her up.
She twisted the thick eraser tips of her nipples with unrestrained glee, her fingers pushing hard up into her slit while a solitary thumb slowly flicked and rubbed at her clit. Orgasmic pressure began to build and build, and her moans became more incensed by the second.
The man on top of her began to grunt and heave heavily, his own orgasm imminent. His thick balls had been busting against her beautiful throat and chin for several minutes now, thwapping loudly.
They were so big, so thick and heavy, so obviously full of babymaking sperm. When they began to empty, she felt the thick nuts tightening, the sack pulling against her own skin, sucking in everything to empty out even more into her body.
Roiling spasms of pleasure hit her as her own orgasm swept through her body like wildfire at the same time as his cum dumped down into her body. She moaned, slurping his seed down with eagerness, each new fresh taste of his load even better than the one before it.
It wasn’t until after it was done—after she had swallowed all that she could, after his gigantic cock had exited her tiny body, after the gentle after-spasms of her orgasm subsided—that it began to hit home what had happened.
This man, this stranger, this attacker, had taken her in a bathroom. All her hopes about maintaining her fidelity to Axle were thrust down the toilet. And she could say that she had no choice, that she had been forced.
But she knew the truth. This man had taken her—and she had loved it.
* * * * *
It wasn’t long before Leanne began hearing wedding bells once she started dating Axle. He was, in sum, the man of her dreams.
That’s a very literal definition.
She dreamed of a man exactly like him. The second she ran away from home, her own sexual awakening began. Before that time, taking care of her sick father, her own sexual needs and desires were deeply repressed.
Leanne did her best not to spend any time thinking about such distractions, this despite the obvious fact that her body was quickly making it crazy apparent to any passer-by that she was built entirely for hardcore sex.
By the time she was eighteen, only a few masturbatory thoughts had entered her mind. But then something...shifted. In the small apartments she had from month to month, paying for their pathetic two hundred square feet with a mixture of working her ass off waitressing and begging for money from anyone who could spare a dime, her sexual life came alive.
She wanted someone to save her from this fate. She wanted someone to tell her that she deserved better—that she was worth more. She wanted, just once, even if it was just in a fantasy, the right to not have to work for everything all the time.
Leanne believed in hard work, a true American, but her ideals could not necessarily keep up with the exhaustion she felt from working her hand to the bone and still having a net negative bank account balance at the end of the month.
And so her fantasy world opened up. She dreamed of a man coming to save her. A huge man—a rich man, who was handsome and suave, a man who was hung like a horse and muscled like a god. She wanted to worship him so sexually, so erotically, that he would never dream of leaving her out to dry. The fantasies progressed over time.
A chance radio interview about the propensity of richer men to cheat on their wives took a steady root in her mind. She imagined being the kept trophy wife of some billionaire hunk, and finding him cheating.
It was exciting to her, at first, to imagine him apologizing to her. Licking her pussy until she forgave him.
But then it became more exciting if she forgave him. If his power over her was that complete—his control over her life so utter and total that she had to forgive him for sleeping with other women just to keep that beautiful rich life going.
Then, it was even hotter to imagine if she apologized to him. If, tearfully, she slid her mouth over his cock and begged him for his forgiveness for making him look outside the home for someone else to pleasure his fantastic cock.
And then that fantasy progressed when she another tidbit on a podcast about how, in Ancient Rome, sometimes an Emperor’s wife would gather his mistresses for him when the wife no longer satisfied the Emperor. Fingers buried in her cunt later that night, Leanne decided she wouldn’t just forgive her husband for sleeping with other women, oh no. She wouldn't just apologize when he wanted more than her.
Her hunk would be so virile, so in need of tight, virgin, fertile cunts to fuck that she would recruit them. She’d go out to strip clubs and lure the coked-out whores back to her mansion where she would tie them up, sober them up, and then introduce them to service to her man one tablespoon of cum at a time.
All fantasies, of course.
And so her relationship with Axle might not have ever progressed that far—and he was certainly no billionaire. But he was fucking rich, as least comparatively to Leanne. He never was in want of money, and he was the type of rich who had underlings paying for his shit all the time. Her dreams of being a kept trophy wife could still easily come true.
And this was why, sitting on the bathroom floor of the jet, she felt devastated as she looked up at the stranger in the mask. He had zipped up his pants, putting his cock away, and Leanne felt a pang of regret—even then she couldn’t help herself!—that she had not cleaned it off for him.
“I’m sorry,” she said, lamely, even though she had nothing at all to be sorry for. “That shouldn’t have happened. I’m...I’m...you’re a monster,” she said. Even she was unconvinced by her tone. “You...bastard...”
Her thoughts were clearly all over the place. She had no idea how Axle would ever forgive her for this. More than tha
t, she had no idea how she could forgive herself.
And then the stranger took off his mask. Leanne gasped.
“A-Axle?”
His smile was that of a man who had seen a plan come to full fruition.
“That’s right, babe.”
“You did this to me?”
“You seemed to enjoy it enough.”
That was hard to deny. The sweet feeling of his cum inside her—already warming and bliss-inducing just from the heaviness of the massive load in her belly—felt even better now that she knew it was his.
“B-but...all this...why?”
He smiled and sat down on the sink above her, staring at her and taking a long lock of her shiny blond hair to play with. “You made a good point yesterday. You’d been working hard to try and belong with me and my boys and their girls. But you didn’t, not really. It’s no fault of your own,” he held up a hand, silencing her protests. “That’s just how it is with us. We’re very...particular.”
“Particular?”
“You know who I am. Don’t you? What I belong to?”
Leanne blushed and looked down. She had understood it to be a rather important part of their relationship for her not to say anything acknowledging that part of his life. One thick, strong hand took her by the face and forced her to look up at him.
“It’s okay. You can say it.”
“You’re in the Razor’s Edge. You’re a-an...an outlaw. A gangster.”
“’Gangster.’” He laughed. “Sure. Okay. I prefer ‘protector.’”
“But you break the law and stuff.”
“Yeah. So what?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. That’s just...you asked me what I know. That’s what I know.”
“Okay. So we’re particular about who comes in. Who gets to know what. How people get to act. It’s a way of life, you understand? And when people act like they’re in this way of life and they’re not, people get very defensive. Upset. Violent, even. So, when you’re dressing like you’re one of the gang’s girls, and you’re not, well...it could have created a problem for me. And for you. Especially you.”
“Oh.”
“I couldn’t really go into that last night. I just thought you’d do like I told you. You’d been such a good girl before.”
She slipped her hand up onto his cock, stroking it fervently. “I still want to be your good girl, Axle. I want to be the one you can rely on. I won’t defy you again.”
“Do you promise?”
Her eyes were big and blue. She nodded urgently, aching to feel him inside her again...but this time in the sweet canal of her cunt. “I promise I’ll do anything you say from now on.”
“Good. Because I talked it over with the boys, and we decided we’re going to make sure you do as you’re told.”
“M...make sure?”
“We have to initiate you, Leanne. We have to make sure you’re a good girl for real. Being a good girl for us means you don’t defy any of us. You belong to the whole gang. I’ll get first call on you, and your cunt will belong only to me...but you have to do right by the rest of the gang first. Do you understand?”
“I think so,” she said, beautiful face twisting. “But what sort of initiation is it?”
“We’re going to fuck you.”
“’We?’”
“You didn’t think those fellas out there were just regular businessmen, do you? They’re some of my boys. You haven’t met them with me yet, but I’ve been riding with them for years. They want you—you could tell they wanted you, couldn’t you?”
She could hardly tell anything else about them. She nodded.
“Good. You’re gonna have all their cocks inside you. Stuffing you...filling you. And when that’s done...when we land...you’ll be mine from now on.”
“But...” she gulped. She wanted to be his good girl so badly. “It’s just...I only want your cock stuffed in me, baby.”
He stroked her hair and smiled. “This is how it has to be. Either you’re on board or you’re not. What do you say, babe? You want to be my special girl?”
Of course Leanne wanted nothing more in the entire world.
* * * * *
Axle led her out of the bathroom to the applause of the other men. They had heard everything. Maybe not the conversation she had shared with Axle—but definitely they had heard him fucking the living daylights of her mouth, throat, and skull for more than ten minutes.
She looked back at the door, which would no longer close. There was a thick imprint in the aluminum—her body outline where Axle had banged into her body again and again.
All the men were already lined up in the brief lounge area in the back of the plane. Yorkshire. Banks. Tank. Garden. Malcolm. All of them waiting on her—all of them wanting to stuff their huge biker cocks into her body right in front of her man. With her man.
“I’m going to fuck you first,” he said into her ear. “I’ll be in your cunt, all right? It’ll be easy. Just take me. You can pretend they’re all me if that makes it any easier for you.”
It was like he had read her mind. That was what would make it easiest for Leanne. All of these other men certainly were attractive in their own way, but none of them were her Axle. None of them were exactly the man she needed, her dream man, her living God.
After having his cock—and especially after having him inside her so recently—any cock she saw would automatically be compared to his cock. Any cock thrust inside her would have to be thought of his cock, her Man’s cock, if only so she could keep sanity intact while getting drilled by so many at once.
She approached and, as she did, Axle pushed her down on her knees. Leanne smiled and then giggled, looking up at the gang of tough men with equal parts admiration and fear. Tank had taken off his pants first—obviously, he was going to be the one to be fucking Leanne’s mouth. She slid down on her back between the six men, waiting for them to begin.
Tank shoved his cock in her mouth almost right away. Leanne took it with ease, letting it slide down the already very well-lubricated area of her throat. There was not much in the way of hardening that Tank still needed to do, as his shaft was already thicker and longer than most. But as she sucked and slurped, he hardened anyway, growing bigger still as she pleasured him.
She closed her eyes and pretended he was Axle. That made it much more fun. Her sucking became immediately more exuberant and a thousand times less hesitant. Tank let out a little gasp.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “That's the kind of mouth I like to see on a woman.”
Axle, meanwhile, tore Leanne’s skirt clean off. She didn’t worry about the uniform, about the cost. Axle would buy her another one. He would take care of everything. And then he entered her.
Leanne, already so turned on by everything else that had been happening, came immediately. There was no stopping her orgasm. This sudden pleasure made her suck even more perfectly on Tank's cock, mouth moving with eager happiness all along his shaft.
Axle's cock, inside of her, was as perfect as it always was. He thrust violently inside of her sopping wet cunt, but the force of his strokes was no threat—Leanne was simply a woman made to be fucked hard and viciously.
Her body was born to be fucked this way. There was no other explanation for how hot she was. This was what she was meant to do.
Leanne thought initially that this was simply how it would go—she would suck a cock and be fucked by another until all the men were tired out. And, too, until she was tired out. Being with Axle had pushed her to the limits of her sexual stamina and beyond, and she had found great reserves of blissful strength, but even a hot-bodied babe like her was not limitless.
But then something majestic happened.
Axle picked her up by the hips, wrapping her long stocking-clad legs around his waist. This pressed Tank deeper down her throat, which Leanne loved.
As he had her picked up, Yorkshire slipped down underneath her with his hard cock already out. All the men had been stroking themselves vigorously while
they waited their turn, getting their cocks hard. Puddles of precum stained the expensive flooring of the craft at their feet. Yorkshire took Leanne down until her asshole—her virgin asshole—rested on the tip of his cock.
It only occurred to her then—in that moment—that these men intended to take everything from her.
And then Yorkshire let her drop, driving his soaking precum-wet cock into her ass while Axle continued to pound her pussy from above. Tank shifted position as Leanne was pushed onto her side, and soon all three men were driving into her body at once.
She had never been so full in her entire life—not even when Axle fucked her for hours at a time.
Every stroke of Axle's meant she was driven harder into Tank and Yorkshire's cock. Every thrust from Tank meant she was penetrated deeper and deeper. Every hot pistoning from Yorkshire meant new penetrations from the other two men as she was filled deeper, harder, than she had ever been before.
She didn't know it, but she was taking their cocks better than any woman had before her. Most women at this point would tap out. The men would let her—this was a lot and they all knew it. They would let her recover, and then maybe fuck her mouth one by one.
But Leanne didn't just accept this much cock in her body. She excelled at it. Taking Yorkshire and Axle at the same time was an inhuman effort, a superhuman feat, but she could do it. She could practically feel their huge cocks meeting inside of her, and it didn't matter—it all felt so fucking good.
Her body was nothing but three holes and a pulse to these huge, hard men. That was the way it should be. It didn't matter where she had come from. It didn't matter where she was going. This was her value, her purpose. She was made to be fucked and violated as brutally as possible. Their hands squeezed all over her body, using her roughly for their pleasure and their pleasure alone.
These hard men didn't give one solid fuck about her pleasure, but she had plenty of it anyway. There was too much cock in her body not to cum constantly. Axle and Yorkshire were both so big that her g-spot was being ridden upon constantly. She would have moaned if she could spare a single breath with Tank's massive rod down her throat.
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