by Sasha Devine
It wasn’t long before I stumbled across their “camp.” It wasn’t really a camp. More a community. There were five houses on each side of the road and one bigger one at the end. Fortunately, no one was in sight. I assumed they were still off doing whatever motorcycle gangs do.
I decided to start with the bigger house first. I assumed that was where Rick lived so that would be where I would most likely find any incriminating evidence. I knew no one was in sight, but I still needed to be careful.
I snuck up quietly to the house. It was a two-story house that looked almost brand new. The windows looked like they had just been replaced and the paint looked great. Again, I found myself surprised. Maybe these guys weren’t the hard asses everyone made them out to be?
I tried the front door first. Locked, of course. Fortunately a window on the side wasn’t. I found that pretty strange. As dumb as they looked, surely they wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave their windows unlocked? Maybe they all trusted each other enough to not worry about it? I had no idea, but they’d made a big mistake.
I grinned as I opened the window easily and slid through. I stood up, dusted myself off and found myself in the middle of what looked like a normal living room. There was a TV in the corner complete with a DVD cabinet and a mini fridge in the corner.
The place was pretty messy, but I couldn’t let that stop me. Even though breaking and entering was illegal, I figured they wouldn’t be smart enough to know it was me anyway, or even know anyone was there. As long as I was careful.
I began searching through every nook and cranny in the room. This is the hard part, I told myself. Once I found the drugs or guns or whatever it was they were up to, I’d be home free. I’d only been at it for about ten minutes before I heard a noise from the front of the house.
Oh shit!
I bolted out of the room and down a hallway to what looked like a bedroom. There was no time to escape so I just hid in the closet. I didn’t want to think about what would happen if they caught me.
I silently counted to thirty, hoping upon hope that whoever was at the door would leave. It was not my lucky day though, apparently. Just when I’d decided to risk it and make a run for it, a man walked into the room. I could see from behind the closet doors that it was him. Rick.
So I was right. This was his place. I was startled to know I accidentally memorized his name.
I watched him as closely as possible, waiting for him to do something illegal. He set what looked like a little piece of paper down on the desk next to his bed and stepped in front of his mirror, right next to where I was hiding. Suddenly, he started to get undressed. Right in front of me. Maybe it was my lucky day after all!
I watched silently as in one, swift movement he removed his clothes. I fought the urge to rub my pussy as I stared at his perfect body, only a few feet away. His arms were slabs of pure muscle. They seemed even more defined now that I was seeing them up close and personal.
His taught, tanned chest was making me wetter and wetter. His sculpted six pack would make any regular model jealous. My eyes slowly traveled down his incredible body and down to his thick cock. Oh god, his cock.
It was the biggest one I’d ever seen, even soft. I tried as hard as I could to resist the urge to rub my pussy, but I couldn’t help myself. My hand slowly snaked down the front of my pants and started to massage my wet nub.
I watched as he turned, revealing a perfect ass. I imagined myself cupping it in my hands as I rubbed more vigorously, not caring if he found me out. My pussy throbbed as I slid two fingers inside, imagining that they were his cock plunging into me. I let out a soft moan of pleasure as I felt my orgasm quickly build.
Before I knew it, I had exploded, soaking the front of my pants with my juices. I cupped my other hand over my mouth to keep from moaning even louder. Fortunately he didn’t seem to hear me and walked into what looked like a bathroom.
Oh god. I was terrified to realize that at this point the ‘mission’ didn’t matter to me that much anymore. All that mattered in the world was this guy’s incredible body and getting plowed by him.
I heard a shower turn on and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I’d get out of this after all! I counted to thirty. Unfortunately I couldn’t see all the way into the bathroom otherwise I would have risked a last quick peek at Rick’s incredible cock.
I quietly opened the closet door and crept silently over to his desk. I hadn’t forgotten about that little piece of paper. Maybe it was a note? Or some kind of instructions for whatever it was their business was?
It looked like it was some kind of a note. It read:
Dear Miss Photographer,
Nice try.
-Rick
My heart leapt to my throat. I let the note drop to the floor. In my haste to read it, I hadn’t even noticed his shower had turned off.
“Did you know trespassing is a crime around here?” came a deep, husky voice from behind me.
I spun around quickly. There he was.
As terrified as I was, I couldn’t stop my eyes from snapping onto his massive cock. I felt my pussy throb as he stepped closer to me, making my heart flutter.
“How did you find me?” I whispered.
He chuckled.
“Do you know how we handle trespassers here?”
I couldn’t answer. I seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Or move. My brain screamed at me to run out of there and never look back, but the rest of my body knew what it wanted.
My heart thudded in my chest as he reached me, his already large cock growing even longer, and harder.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson,” he growled, wrapping his powerful, warm hands around my shoulders and pushing me down to my knees.
I was powerless against him. My hands found his cock immediately, and I went straight to work. I grinned as I began to massage him, gently at first. It was a huge cock, so I had to use both hands. I lightly breathed on the head, teasing him. I felt his cock quiver in my hands. He didn’t have time for teasing. I giggled as he gently pushed my head onto his cock, almost getting to the base.
It was so big I could barely fit him in. I took him all the way to the back of my throat as he leaned his head back and gave another groan of pleasure. In and out I pushed him, bobbing my head up and down on his cock, sucking for all I was worth.
But Rick had other plans. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and set me on the floor. He tore off my clothes in a few, quick movements, his skilled, practiced hands gentle on my soft skin.
I didn’t know what he was planning to do with me, but I couldn’t wait. I trembled as his tongue shot out of his mouth and ran its way down, passing my tits and my belly and moving right to my sweet spot.
Without warning, he began to assault my pussy. His hot tongue darted, flicking my nub as he gripped my soft skin. His tongue stabbed into me, probing as I gave a loud moan of pleasure. I closed my eyes and saw stars. I was in a whole other world with him.
My orgasm rise to the surface as he licked, his tongue running through my throbbing folds. He attacked me even harder now, working his tongue through me, hitting all of my most sensitive spots easily. I shuddered as his hot, wet tongue moved across my clit, threatening to release a tidal wave of pleasure.
I didn’t care that he’d caught me. I didn’t care that he’d found me out. All I cared about now was fucking his massive cock. It seemed like he had the same thought.
Just before my orgasm peaked, he paused.
“It’s time you learn what happens to trespassers in my town,” he said.
I couldn’t reply, instead letting my eyes do the talking for me. They gave him the answer he wanted.
I squealed as he picked me up off the floor pulling me up gently, but firmly. He lifted me up with his huge arms as easily as he’d lift a paper bag. I giggled as I felt him slowly lower me down right onto his humongous, rock hard cock.
For a brief moment I imagined it was Charlie, my ex, who was fucking me instead. But his face vanis
hed from my mind the second Rick entered me.
Instantly, I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. I felt so fucking full. My tits fell onto his smooth, perfect chest as he impaled himself all the way into me. He held me there for a second, letting me get used to his cock. I thought I could see spots popping in front of my eyes.
I hadn’t had sex since I broke up with my ex six months ago, so it did hurt a little at first. But the pain was quickly replaced with nothing but pure pleasure. I felt him pull back and back in again, slowly but firmly. He thrust in and out of me faster and faster, each thrust sending bolts of electricity racing down our bodies.
My tits bounced up and down on his chest as he pounded into me, fucking me like a real woman. He picked up the pace as I felt my orgasm build once more, fighting to get to the surface.
His cock slid in and out of me at speeds I didn’t even know were possible. I wrapped my arms around his back as he fucked me, ravaging my pussy. I felt his huge muscles ripple on his back and my pussy got even wetter. Just as I felt myself start to lose control, he stopped. He pulled out of me and flipped me around so that I was on all fours facing the wall.
Without a word, he pushed himself into me once more, thrusting with a renewed vigor. I couldn’t even see the wall in front of me. All I saw were fireworks exploding in front of my eyes.
I couldn’t control it anymore. I let out a loud groan as I felt my orgasm tear through my body, canceling everything out. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear and couldn’t think. The only thing that I felt was the massive fireball of pleasure erupting from between my legs. I screamed as I felt my body release, sending waves of cum onto his rock hard cock.
He gave a shout at the same time my cum splashed onto him and I realized he was losing control himself. His hot cum seeped into my pussy, filling me up completely and hitting all of my most sensitive spots.
I giggled and collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
“Is this how all bikers fuck?” I asked, grinning.
“Only the real ones,” he replied, grabbing his clothes.
I couldn’t stop grinning. I couldn’t quite believe what I’d just done either. I’d gone from trying to investigate a breathtakingly handsome biker to fucking him in less than a day. What would Dave think? Well, it was his fault for sending me here. I grabbed my clothes and tugged them on just as he was pulling his boots on.
“So how did you know I was here?” I asked, more seriously.
He gave me that wicked smile. It was like I was staring at a brilliant white light.
“We bikers aren’t as dumb as you think. We have a little alarm system in each of our houses. Our phones have a little alert that tells us when someone is breaking in. You’d be surprised at how much that comes in handy.” he winked at me. “I could tell pretty easily you were going to try to get information from us, so it wasn’t really surprising to find you here.”
I gaped at him. He was right, they weren’t as dumb as I made them out to be. The thought made me a little nervous. I knew if I took them for granted another time, I may not be so lucky to get a fucking. And they wouldn’t make the same mistake around me twice.
“Why are you investigating us?” Rick asked suddenly.
I shrugged. It wouldn’t hurt to tell the truth.
“I was sent here by my boss to see if you guys were doing anything that needed to be reported. I work as a journalist in DC.”
A strange look passed over his face as he walked me to the door.
“You must be… what’s your name, honey?”
I was startled to realize I hadn’t even given him my name yet.
“Um, it’s Tashanda.”
“I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
He shook his head.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you. You’ll find out for yourself soon enough.” The grin was back on his face.
“And I think you’re gonna like it.”
He didn’t explain, and I figured it would be a waste of time to ask him to. I did have one more question for him though.
“What about us? Was this a one-time thing, or do we keep this going?”
“We can keep this going. Come over tomorrow night. I’ll have a surprise for you if you come over a little early. Around 8?”
I nodded. Looking back, I don’t know why I agreed to meet with him. He was the second-in-command of a notorious biker gang. Why would someone with an ounce of sense agree to meet with a guy like that again? Maybe it was the tone of his voice. Or maybe because he was just so goddamned sexy.
“Sounds good,” I said.
He gave me one last grin as I walked out the door and began my long walk back to the motel.
That night I could barely sleep. All my thoughts were on Rick. I remembered the feel of his gigantic cock plowing into me, filling me to the max. I closed my eyes and remembered him clearly, fucking me till I came.
My fingers inched down the front of my panties as I relived the memory of his warm, thick cock. Again, I pretended my fingers were his cock, pushing in and out of me. But this time it was easier to finish because I knew what his cock felt like.
I moaned as my fingers slid in and out, filling my slick hole just as Rick’s cock had done. I was in my own world, getting fucked by Rick again. His deep, soothing voice was speaking to me again, lulling me to sleep. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I remembered dreaming about his gorgeous body taking me away…
The next morning I woke up late. It was already 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I still had a full day of work to do. A startling thought struck me as I ate brunch in the empty lobby. If Dave’s son worked for his dad, he probably told him everything about the town already. He could have told him all about the gang and the rumors that swirled around them. Why did Dave need me?
There was definitely something going on and when I got back I intended to give Dave a piece of my mind. But for now, I couldn’t leave. I needed Rick and his incredible cock. I’d stay until he stopped wanting to fuck me. Hopefully that wouldn’t be for a very long time.
I spent the rest of the day exploring the rest of the town and asking the locals about the gang. No one wanted to talk much about them, but one of them did mention the absent leader. He was actually in DC on business. No one knew what the business was, except that it was very personal to him. No one seemed to know his name, but they spoke of him with something almost like reverence.
But the fact that he was in DC the same time I was in this town seemed too strange to simply be a coincidence. I definitely knew my boss was up to something but I also knew he wouldn’t tell me so there was no point trying to get a hold of him from here.
By 7:30 I was back to being as nervous as I was the night before. I knew it probably wouldn’t be safe to go into a biker house all by myself, but what could I do? I had to figure out why I was sent here and I couldn’t pass up a chance to be with Rick again.
I found the biker camp quickly enough but it looked as deserted as it had the other night. Maybe they were all doing something else again? I didn’t know. I quickly spotted Rick’s house and rushed over to it, hoping upon hope he’d be there. There were no lights on.
Luckily the front door was unlocked. If he wasn’t here, he’d definitely know I was here with his alarm. I closed the door behind me and went back to his bedroom. I flipped on the light, but there was no one there.
What should I do now? I glanced at the clock on top of the dresser. It was already a couple minutes past 8. Maybe he had some business to take care of himself? I decided to wait on the bed. Maybe he had some pictures of himself I could use to masturbate to. It was naughty, but I wanted him badly.
I looked around but couldn’t find anything. There still wasn’t anything to incriminate these guys. Either my boss was really stupid, really misinformed, or knew I wouldn’t find anything and sent me here on a ruse. Regardless, I was pissed at him.
Suddenly I heard the front door open. Finally! I quickly took my clothes off and tried to get in the se
xiest position I could on the bed. I couldn’t wait to feel his thick cock inside me again.
A silhouette appeared in the dark doorway.
“Come on, Rick, punish me again!” I giggled, flexing my pussy.
And then the man stepped forward. It was my ex-boyfriend, Charlie.
“Charlie?” I gasped.
He smiled and gave me that familiar, handsome grin.
“It’s me.”
Charlie was completely naked. My pussy ached just at the sight of him. He was just as cut as I remembered. His skin was perfectly tanned with tattoos lining his arms. His arm muscles bulged as he moved, rippling across his broad shoulders and perfectly chiseled six pack. His cock was even bigger than Rick’s was and that was saying something.
