I watched, with pleasure, as Vivian intentionally snubbed Steel and Duchess, not giving them any milk. Duchess would get plenty of milk, later on, but as long as she was at Steel’s side, I couldn’t allow it.
Upstairs, I saw through the windows Nora and Willow watching us. They were hidden behind the curtains, but I could see Nora's bright green eyes shining down. No doubt she and Willow were fingering each other, moaning about how hot it would be to watch me beat the shit out of Steel for her.
“What the fuck is all of this about?” Steel strode at me, fists clenching and full of rage. “Who the fuck are you to think you can just call a meeting here? You’re barely even a full member anymore. I’ve already started kicking you out of our logs.”
“Barely a member is still a member,” I said coolly. “Otherwise, we’d have to call you dickless, wouldn’t we?”
There was a thick silence in the yard—the only sounds being small snorts of milk as a few bikers couldn’t believe their ears. Steel and I were nose to nose—and for once, I was bigger and stronger than him.
“You're all wondering why you're here,” I said, voice booming. “Why I'm alive when Steel said I was dead.”
There was a murmur of agreement in the crowd. Steel's neck had a few veins pulsing hard.
I pointed at Steel. “It's because this asshole shot me. After ten years, ten loyal years, he shot me. Just like he's trying to kill this gang with his stupidity, he tried to kill me.”
The murmur of the crowd grew stronger. People started to crowd up, readying for a fight.
Sensing the shift of their opinions, Steel swung at me. He wanted to end this quick, before anybody had time to think.
Even with all my improvements, Steel was not to be trifled with. A large man, and quick, he had been in more fights than probably I had years. He was quick with his fists, and skilled with a blade.
But he was angry. And he underestimated me, even with the clear difference in my physique. He came at me all haymakers. I dodged one, and then the next, the next. Letting him punch himself out. By the time he noticed I was just dodging his attacks, letting him tire, it was too late. I cocked him good on the chin, my aim true.
His knees wobbled out like he was a doo-wop singer. I landed another three more and he was on the grass. I landed a few good kicks to his ribs—enjoying the crunching sounds I heard—and stripped him of his vest. I tossed it away, out past the fountains.
“You get the fuck out of here if you want to stay alive,” I snarled at him. “I'm the boss now. This is my gang. My Scorpions.”
He nodded, shuffling slow up to his feet. He was coughing blood already. I don't think he'd be able to survive long without medical help. If he got it...then we'd have another confrontation, maybe, unless he learned his lesson. None of the gang tried to help him out.
The beautiful Duchess helped him stay up as he walked to the door.
“Not you, Duchess,” I said.
“Wh-what?”
“You’re staying here.” I shrugged. “If you want to be with a real man, I mean.”
Duchess was no fool, even with all the finery she obsessed over. She knew that if Steel was down and out, that meant she was too. And she was just the kind of mare who shacked up with the strongest stud in the herd.
“I’ll stay with you,” she said, smiling prettily. “That’s what I wanted anyway, Pace. It’s clear I shouldn’t have ever chosen that loser. You know that, right?”
Goddamn, she moved fast.
I grinned. “That’s a good girl. Vivian?” The blond maid hopped to eagerly. “Give her some milk, yeah?”
Vivian smiled, a bottle already in her hands. Just like everyone else, Duchess took some down slow...and then much, much quicker.
Duchess drained the whole bottle before long, giggling already. I put a hand around her hips and pressed her her body against mine slowly.
Mac and Pollux approached, holding out their hands for me to shake. I did. Duchess tried to say something, and I shushed her.
“Well, that’s great that you’re the boss, I guess,” said Mac. “But what happens now?”
“Now?” I smiled. “Now, we party.”
* * * * *
A party for an outlaw biker gang is something to behold.
Furniture breaks, laws are ignored, and chaos is embraced. I think Vivian and Duchess had to put a few fires before the night had ended. The boys all drank all the milk they could, and the babes too. Everyone was having a hell of a time—and most importantly, nobody seemed to mind that I was saying I was in charge now.
I could tell, almost preternaturally, when it was time to make my big announcement. Some of the chaos died down. The women all melded harder into their men (some of them with two men, hands sliding against their crotches with unrestrained need), and the hard, tough-as-nails bikers became more and more protective and agitated. There were a lot of potential threats around to their property—the biker babes—and the fertile wombs they possessed. I could smell their desire as thick, hard hands dug into the hard, sculpted flesh of their women, holding them tight, possessive.
Nearing ten o'clock, I stepped into the tall hallway where everyone had congregated, and clapped my hands together loudly. Everything and everyone stopped.
It was like the milk made them naturally gravitate toward an alpha—toward a Real Male, as Nora or Vivian might say.
Down the stairs came Willow and Nora, dressed in hot, skintight leather. Nora wore tight pants with a golden diamond belt. On top she had only her new vest—emblazoned with my new sigil for the gang, which was the same blood red scorpion, but now with a thick wheel around it. She had on a tight, rhinestone collar around her neck, signifying her as mine. Willow wore the same, her luscious, busty body covered only with tight riding shorts and her vest, which matched Nora’s. And, of course, the collar.
In their hands, they held up my new vest. On the left shoulder was a winged skull patch, signifying that I was the leader now. Everyone saw it—and again, just like when I took out Steel, no one objected.
“These are our colors, now,” I said loudly. “Wear them. Honor them. Live them.”
“Are we still the scorpions?” asked someone in the crowd.
“’Course we are!” said Mac. “Ain’t you got eyes? We’re Pace’s Scorpions, now!”
“That’s right,” I said. “I run things. Anybody got a problem with that, and you got a problem with me. And just like Steel, you don’t want any problems with me.” I slid my hands down into the asses of my girls. “This is Nora and Willow. Maybe you recognize them.”
They all chuckled.
“Your lives are going to change from now on,” I boomed. “Just like they’ve changed.”
Another voice from the crowd: “What the hell, man? You’re gonna give us tits?”
Everyone laughed.
I smiled. “No. You’ll all likely be something like me. Stronger. Faster. Better. And your girls, well. They’ll be more like Nora and Willow, here. You can already feel it, I bet. It’s the milk.” I took a long swig from a nearby bottle. “It’s changing you. For the better. Ain’t nobody gonna fuck with us, from now on.”
They all cheered. Happy to follow my lead. True beta males—they were aggressive and cranky, destructive, when they didn’t know who to follow. And just like a true alpha, I had calmed them down.
“Let me be clear, though.” I slid my hand up Nora’s ass, gripping in the crack there like it was a handle. “Nora belongs to me.” I grabbed Willow the same way. “As does Willow. Anybody says anything to them crosswise, ever, and I’ll make sure they’ll need a mop to get you off the floor. Is that clear?”
All my boys nodded.
“But...” I smiled. “I don’t want to take all the fun from you boys. You’ve earned a good time!” They cheered riotously, filling the house with their voices. Certainly, they agreed. “So, we need something to bring us together. I won’t be an unfair leader. What is had by one will by shared by all...so long as I say so.”<
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Vivian knew her cue. She stepped forward, tossing her hair back sexily. She had changed out from her tiny maid’s outfit into a tiny lace one-piece. Her legs, so hot and tanned, were completely bare. The lace hugged her tight, heart-shaped ass. Her tits spilled out of the top, enormous and squeezable. And, of course, leaking milk profusely.
“Boys, get ready,” I said loudly. “We’re all going to get a turn with her.”
In short order, we were all back outside in the yard.
Vivian had knelt down in the center of a circle of us, the grass sliding up under her knees. I was behind her, buck naked. My herculean physique on display.
My gang surrounded us, cheering and stripping down. They wanted to fuck her terribly—the only reason they hadn’t tried already was because they were scared of what I might do to them. I slapped Mac on the shoulder, calling him forward. He’d get first fuck on her mouth.
I wanted people to notice this privilege. They’d defer to Mac from now on when they couldn't talk to me. He was to be rewarded for backing me up. Pollux would be too, later on.
“Please fuck me?” Vivian moaned. She made her voice louder. “Please, all of you! Fuck me, please! I need all your cocks so bad! Master told me I did, so it must be true! I need to take every last cock from this gang into my body, please!”
Her pleas were met with cheers. Smiling, I slid up behind her, slapping her ass hard. She moaned in orgasm from her Master's touch. Once I knew that everyone was watching, I raised her tight, hot cunt right up to the turgid head of my cock. Then, I locked eyes with Nora—who clung to Willow, both of them moaning and gyrating, needing to watch their Master fuck another servant.
“Please,” Nora mouthed. “Fuck her, please.”
With relish, I pushed inside of Vivian's supremely tight pussy at long, long last. She was so warm, so eager, so perfectly wet. In and out, I thrust, facing absolutely no resistance. It was like her body had been molded to specifically take my cock.
Maybe it had been.
As I fucked her from behind, she slid her mouth slid up on the cock of Mac. He let his head hang back and moaned, his eyes rolling around in pleasure.
“Fuck, she's good.”
I fucked her harder and harder, pistoning her body into Mac's crotch. And from his end, he fucked her right back, pushing her cunt into me. We formed a rhythm like this, fucking her perfectly, expertly. She had never been full of so much cock in her life. Her tits shook milk everywhere, all over both of our legs.
“Fuck,” said Mac. “I'm gonna come. I can't fucking take this. This is too hot.”
I, of course, could cum whenever I wanted. And so, watching Mac get hotter, his face flushing redder, I waited right up until the moment that his bliss overtook him. And then, right as he did, I came in Vivian's hot, willing cunt.
She came with us, her entire body becoming a quivering mound of lust and spilled cream as she absorbed the dual shock of our cum. I knew we were filling her more than she had ever taken before. She deserved it. She was such a good maid.
In all likelihood, I had made her pregnant. And if I hadn't, then someone else tonight would. She wasn't on any kind of protection, and none of the bikers had brought any condoms. I slid my cock out of Vivian's hot, still-pulsing cunt, watching the cum ooze down into the grass. Mac stepped away too, wiping the sweat off his brow. I hadn't even broken a sweat all night, of course. I could still fuck for hours and hours.
I slipped up next to Nora—exactly the woman I wanted to fuck for hours and hours.
“Whoever else wants a turn, go right ahead!” I shouted.
“God, that was so hot.” Nora wrapped her hand around my naked cock, stroking happily. “I’m so happy you fucked her, Master.”
“Yes, Master,” said Willow, sliding up next to us, on her knees, licking at my ball sack. “It was so very good, Sir.”
Pollux took my place behind Vivian. He already looked like the milk had affected him, muscles hard and pulsing. As she cried out in orgasm and need, her heavy tits leaking milk down onto the grass, he started furiously ramming into her cunt, his cock fully hard.
Two bikers approached Vivian’s front at the same time. They looked they were about to fight over the right to fuck her mouth, and I started away from Nora to intervene.
But, Vivian just smiled and giggled, wrapping her hands around each of their naked cocks. Soon she was sucking one while stroking the other, perfectly ambidextrous. Every few thrusts of Pollux’s cock encouraged her to switch. Her tits leaked out easy, happy lubricant to slide onto their thick, muscular bodies.
Before long, all three began to spurt all over Vivian. She swallowed up as much as she could. Her body began to look almost white from all the milk and cum she was completely covered in.
This continued for hours. Nora stroked me urgently as I watched, speaking almost zealously about what a display of worship it was for my new power. All the bikers got a turn with Vivian, emptying their cocks on her face, her back, her tits, her cunt, her asshole. They fucked every part of her, and she just begged for more. Her body absolutely soaked in cum and milk.
Before the night was over, we had all used Vivian a number of times. Our new biker babes, transformed by Vivian's milk, could only cheer us on and finger their hot, dripping pussies while they watched us gang bang the lucky maid.
It was a night to remember.
It was the night I became the boss of everything and everyone I cared about.
* * * * *
From then on, I was the leader of the biker gang. If Steel ever tried to come back, I would be ready for him. Nora was at my side, my happy biker babe girl. Willow too. We always included her in everything we did. For whatever reason, Nathan Baron never came back to claim his home—and so it's still the headquarters of my Scorpions.
Nora and Willow both are completely pregnant. The doctor says triplets for each. They can't wait to be mommies, and then to get pregnant again.
Duchess, without much prodding, told me where all the money from the bank robbery was. So, we're set up for however long we need. Sometimes, when Duchess has been extra good, I let her taste my cock after I fuck Willow or Nora. No matter what, Vivian is there to cheer me on.
All this was thanks to Vivian and her amazing milk, of course. What a fantastic maid she is. I deserve her. I deserve everything I want. All my girls tell me so.
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Maid Made Bare 5: Maid For Sale
The limo stopped near an intersection. One opaque window rolled down, and a large, dark-haired man leaned out of it. He was, in every sense of the word, a stud. He called out to a young man crossing the street.
“Hey, bud! Come here a minute.”
The young man approached. “Yeah? What do you want?”
“This is more about what you want,” said the stud, gesturing for him to come closer.
The young man looked inside the window. A gorgeous dark-haired woman was sliding her loving, pink tongue up and down the stud's cock, working with gusto. She wore nothing but black lingerie, a tiny white fur coat, and tall, tall heels. Precum drizzled down the cock almost like a fountain, covering the beauty's face. A trail of it had slipped down to her breasts, barely contained by a tight lacy bra. Her hair was thick enough for the stud to hold a massive amount in one hand, guiding the bimbo up and down his incredibly huge meat.
Across from him was a tall, long-legged blonde beauty on her knees, fingers buried in her dripping slit as she watched the proceedings. She wore a tiny white dress, and giggled nonstop. Each giggle made her massive titties bounce hypnotically. The sexy line of her cleavage was on easy display; everything about what she wore and how she looked screamed, “Look at me! Fuck me!”
“What the...hell?” said the young man, looking closer.
He had thick glasses on his face, a tight plaid shirt on. He was of average height and weight, his jeans hanging loosely off his body. The stud in the car was a marked juxtaposition, his tight well-made suit barely able to contain the presence of his t
hick muscles and overwhelming machismo.
“Her. You want her?”
The stud pointed to the blonde.
“Do I want her?” the young man didn't understand.
“Yeah.” The stud took a firmer hold of the black-haired beauty's hair, willing her mouth all the way over his cock. The beauty skillfully swallowed him down, his bulge pushing down her throat. “She's for sale. Discount, even. You want her?”
The young man felt himself getting hard. Why was any of this happening?
* * * * *
The couple stepped out of their expensive black town car, approaching the large building. They drew together comfortably, enjoying one another’s touch.
“You’re sure about this?”
Simon was a tall man, skinny. The suit he had on fit him well. Hayley thought he looked dashing in it. She had told him so when she bought him the suit, and then made him wear it. It was a shame he had such terrible taste on his own, but Hayley didn't mind so much playing dress up with him. Men were little more than toys to her, and Simon the latest (and most successful) in a long line of such toys.
“Of course, dear,” said Hayley. “We’ve been over this. I think this will be splendid.”
Hayley smiled bright. She just knew that getting a Castle Maid was going to shape their lives for the better.
The day was autumn cool. Leaves swirled down the drive. The building in front of them had the name “CASTLE” in big, blocky white letters over the door. It was an out of the way place, buried deep in a wheat field on the state border.
Simon was a novelist, spending all his time in droll libraries filled with books, tapping away in his under-decorated study. He was intelligent, funny, handsome, and sensitive. And it was that last part—his sensitivity, that Hayley had a bit of a problem with.
Hayley wanted him to be more dominant. She wanted him to feel like he could take charge, whenever and wherever. She wanted to see his testosterone flying through the roof. Maybe even slap her around in bed once in a while, give her a good spanking, something like that. Buy her a fur coat, and demand she put it on while he fucked her. God, she would love that. For him to just bathe her in luxury like that. She had dropped plenty of hints about wearing fur coats for him, but he had not yet taken the bait.
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