by Fiona McGier
“No,” was the only word he could choke out as he struggled with the desire to rush out and see for himself what was going on.
Emma reached over and patted his arm. “She’s never been in love, dude. She has no idea what it’s like to want one person so much you can’t imagine being with anyone else. Her old man’s betrayal of her mom cut her deeply since she was an impressionable teenager then. She’s never felt the same about him since. Because of him she doesn’t trust men. She thinks you’re all cheating pigs. To keep herself from getting hurt, she never lets any of you close enough to matter. Making you all share her is her way of keeping control over you and keeping herself pain free.”
He looked away from her, taking deep breaths, trying to control his anger before he went out to the barn.
“You’re not listening to me, are you?”
He turned to stare at her. “You’re not saying anything I don’t already know. But I don’t share. Either I get all of her, or I’m out of here.”
She shook her head, whistling softly.
“You are the different one, aren’t you? She’s missed you this week. She was talking about you almost constantly when we got here, wondering when you’d get here, worrying you’d get lost. Give her time. You just might be the one man who can get through to her, but she won’t make it easy.”
He pushed himself up from the chair. “Which way is the barn?”
She waved to indicate the direction.
“Go out the back door and look to your right. You can’t miss it.” She studied his face. “You sure you don’t want a drink before you go? I don’t want you hurting anyone when you get out there…”
He glared at her. “I don’t plan to.”
“Okay. Just remember she’s missed you, but she’ll be fighting anything she feels because it’s not a normal way to be for her.”
Dmitri nodded at her and strode quickly to the door. Emma watched as his pace quicken the closer he got to the barn.
“I sure hope you can control yourself when you get there,” she said aloud as he opened the door and went into the barn. “She’s gonna fight against your wanting her to yourself. If you hold on long enough, you might win. Good luck with that.”
She turned off the timer and got back to working on dinner for the crowd, sure to be hungry after satisfying every other appetite.
* * * *
Dmitri stopped when he got to the side door of the barn and took a few moments searching for the quiet place in his mind, to enter as calmly as possible. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open to find scenes that made him suddenly feel over-dressed. He also felt like his pants were two sizes too small as the zipper pressed into his turgid flesh. He’d been in whorehouses in many countries, so he wasn’t shocked as much as surprised at the variety of goings-ons. The room seemed dark after the late afternoon sunlight, so he looked around for a few minutes while his eyes adjusted.
Angela, the Hispanic woman he’d danced with was in his view first, her wrists in manacles attached to the wall. She was completely nude and her eyes were tightly shut as a man who appeared Hispanic from the color of his skin and hair, plowed into her repeatedly. Both his hands gripped her hips and he held her away from the wall so he was supporting her weight with his hips.
That must be José, the guy she rides with.
Katie, the small blonde woman was on her hands and knees on a hay bale, with a tall dark-haired man fucking her ass with gusto. She grunted each time he pushed fully into her, while she was lustily sucking the cock of the shorter man who stood before her, tugging on the nipples of her pendulous breasts that jiggled like Jell-O each time she was pushed forward.
That accounts for Katie and two more of the men…I think their names are Jim and Chuck. Still no Alexandra? Where is she?
He walked a few steps and saw even more scenes being enacted. There was music blasting into the barn, but no one appeared to be paying any attention to the steady rock beat or the singer rasping out what he planned to do to the women of the world.
A tall blond man was getting his cock sucked by a brunette woman who was lying on her back on another hay bale. There was a man standing in-between her legs, eagerly licking and sucking on her pussy while using a vibrator to make her moan around the cock in her mouth.
That blond guy’s Steve and Brad’s making Valerie come…hope she doesn’t bit down hard while she’s twitching or she’ll hurt someone.
The man named Rich who had spoken to Dmitri in the bar was forcefully using a riding crop to raise welts on the ass of the only other woman in the gang, who had both of her wrists tied together and attached to a metal ring on the wall, while she was bent over yet another hay bale. His turgid cock was red and angry-looking, with pre-cum dripping from it. As Dmitri watched he suddenly rammed himself into the woman and she stopped whimpering in pain to begin to shriek with pleasure.
Holy-fucking shit! Rich is all but attacking her…her name’s Leann, I think. But where is Alexandra?
Suddenly her voice rang out from just ahead of him, where she was sitting on a bale of hay with another at her back for her to lean against. She was wearing a black corset that laced up the front, and ended just below the expanse of her white breasts, which spilled over the top. She held a bottle of booze in one hand and a joint in the other as she smiled at him, seemingly oblivious to the blond man whose head bobbed as he energetically licked and sucked at her pussy.
“Hey Dmitri! You finally got here! Bring that big, wide cock of yours over here and fuck me silly! I’ve been waiting for you! No one else has fucked me today yet, so you could be my first. C’mon and do me right! Show my gang what you’ve got!”
He might have been imagining things, but it seemed as if even the music volume was lowered. The sounds from all of the participants seemed to be quieter, as if everyone was waiting for him to act.
Do I kill him? No! I want to stay in this country! Do I fuck her? And become just another one of her man? Hell no! I’m so fucking hard I’d come as soon as I shoved into that dripping, tight hole of hers! I’m so fucked…coming here was a mistake!
Dmitri cleared his throat to speak, trying to wrestle control over his emotions that demanded actions he didn’t want to have to answer for.
“Sorry, Alexandra. I don’t do crowds and I don’t share. I’ve told you that.”
She pouted, her lips looking so plump he wanted to rush over and kiss her, sucking them into his mouth, or pushing his cock in past them.
“But I want you! I want your cock! You’re my main man, Dmitri! C’mon and make me scream!”
He shook his head slowly. “No. I don’t share. When you’re ready to be with just me again, call me.”
With that he spun around quickly and strode out of the barn, past all of the curious faces of the men who either sneered at him or had surprise written on their faces, and the women who gave him lustful glances.
“If you walk out that door don’t bother coming back! If you turn me down now, don’t expect to fuck me again!” Alexandra’s shriek had a desperate edge to it.
Dmitri kept walking until he was out of the barn, letting the door slam closed behind him. He was aware he was panting as he strode quickly over to the rented bike, started it up, and headed out into the waning daylight. As he got to the road that led to the long driveway, he passed another biker who gave him the closed fist salute used by Harley riders. Grimly he returned the greeting then switched to a higher gear and headed for the highway.
* * * *
Bob parked his bike and pulled the groceries he’d gone out for, out of his saddle-pack. He bounded up the stairs and quickly moved to the kitchen. Emma looked up, smiled as she heard him enter and she opened her arms. He threw the bag onto the table and pulled her into a tight embrace.
“I got what you needed, woman,” he began after a long, lingering kiss.
“You got that right, mister. You do have what I need,” she answered in a teasing tone. “But did you get the extra eggs and chocolate ch
ips so I can make more cookies?”
He nodded. His hands trailed down her back and stopped when he grabbed both of her butt cheeks, kneading the ample flesh and grinding himself against her.
“Down, boy!” She lightly pushed him back. “I’ve still got baking to do!”
“Just my luck I fall in love with the cook! Everyone else is fucking like wild animals and I’m in here watching you make food.”
Her eyebrows rose. “You could head on out to the barn, you know. Nothing’s stopping you.”
He shook his head. “Nothing but the fact that I’m so head-over-heels in love with you I’m not even sure I could get hard for anyone else anymore.”
She grinned. “I’ll bet you could. You never seem to have any trouble with that…”
He grinned back. “That’s because when I’m with you, I don’t. I’ll just go get us more beer and be right back.”
Emma nodded at him and squinted at another recipe as she tore open the bag of chocolate chips.
Bob stuck his head back in the doorway to ask. “Hey, did I just see Alex’s man Dmitri leaving? When’d he get here?”
Emma stared at him. “He was leaving? He just went out to the barn looking for her! I’ve got a bad feeling about this…
Bob nodded. “I’ll get back quickly with the beer.”
* * * *
Alexandra had never felt so humiliated in her life.
What the fuck? Everyone’s here watching and he just walked out on me? I turned down all of the other guys…some of the best fucks I’ve ever had, so he could be the first one of the day and he walked out on me?
Tom, the barely-bearded biker who was licking her pussy had stopped and was stroking himself into full hardness as he pulled on a condom.
“Who the fuck needs him, my queen? You’re so juicy right now I can’t wait to feel you gripping me so hard…”
She sat up and crossed her legs together.
“What? No! I’ve been waiting for his fat choad all this time and he turned me down? Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m so pissed off right now I don’t think I could come for anyone!” She took a huge gulp from her bottle and belched loudly.
The tall man with the riding crop pulled out of the woman he’d been fucking and strode over.
“Trade ya, Tom. No offense, dude but I’ve got a bigger cock than you. If the queen wants a big one, I’m her man.”
“You’re not listening,” Alexandra said as she pushed herself off the hay bale and stood up, swaying slightly from being upright again, and from the bottle in her hand that was already half-empty.
“I said I don’t want to fuck anyone right now. I’m too pissed. I’ve gotta pee and get me another bottle. I think I’m gonna get really shit-faced tonight. That fucker has issues and he’s harshing my buzz. I need some time to process…”
She pushed past the two men who watched as she staggered over to the door and opened it. She stopped while she was in the door frame and yelled back over her shoulder, “But don’t let that stop any of the rest of you! There’s enough holes in there for everyone to get his rocks off. My bitches are as horny as my bikers, right? Orgasms for everyone!”
“Yeah, except you,” Rich said in a low growl as he watched her leave. He turned back to find Tom had already inserted himself into the woman he’d been whipping and pleasuring. He quickly made his way to where her face was, pulling off the condom as he walked. Once he was in front of her, he yanked at her hair and rubbed his cock on her face. She looked up and him and smiled, opening her mouth to swallow him. He pushed in so far she gagged, then he pulled out and began fucking her face, taking his irritation out on her throat.
* * * *
The back door slammed open and Alexandra stumbled into the kitchen. “Man, I gotta pee so bad my teeth are floating!” She had her hand on the door handle of the pantry that had been converted into a bathroom, when it was suddenly opened and she started in surprise.
“Bob! Outta my way!” She pushed past him and slammed the door behind her.
Bob walked back in, his eyebrows raised in a silent question to Emma. She shrugged and shook her head. He sat in one of the chairs at the table and watched her making cookie dough.
Alexandra flung open the bathroom door and entered the room dramatically.
“Men! Who the fuck can understand what the hell they’re thinking? They all want free pussy, they all want to fuck, then you give them what they want and they’re not happy!” She took a long swallow from her bottle and peered into it closely.
“Hey, I’m about done with this bottle. Bob, be a sweetie and grab me another one, okay?”
He got up and went into the next room while Emma sliced the brownies and offered a couple on a napkin to her errant queen.
“Here, Alex. You need to eat something. It’s gonna be a while before dinner’s ready and you’re racing through the Jack like there’s no tomorrow. You don’t want to pass out before the campfire, do you?”
“I don’t care! I don’t care about anything anymore,” she pouted, but she broke a piece off of one of the brownies and shoved it into her mouth.
“So where’s Dmitri? Didn’t he find you in the barn?” She regretted the words the instant they’d left her lips.
Alexandra’s eyes were twin flames of anger as she slammed her bottle back down after washing the cake down with another huge gulp.
“Yeah, that fucker found me all right. And when I invited him to pull out his big fat dick and fuck me hard, ‘cause I’ve been missing him so bad, he said no! Can you believe that? He fuckin’ said no! In front of everyone!”
Bob had come back into the room and put another bottle on the table next to the almost empty one.
“Why the fuck did he ride all the way up here, knowing I’d be fucking my gang…then when he gets here and I’m only getting head from Tom, he gets all high and mighty, and stomps out?” She gulped the last of the first bottle as she finished swallowing the last piece of the second brownie, then she pulled the second bottle closer.
“Did he tell you why? What did he say?” Bob shot a glance at Emma who nodded at him from behind Alexandra.
“He said he didn’t share. That I should call him when I was ready to be with only him. The fucking nerve! Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he think I’m some sweet, needy, little fucking woman who’s dumb enough to fall in love with him?”
Emma cleared her throat. “Well, honey, he does care a lot about you. I could tell that from the look on his face when he got here and he asked where you were. He was trying to control his temper, but you could see in his face he wanted to kill someone when I told him you were in the barn.”
Alexandra exploded. “Does he really think I’m that fucking stupid? After what I saw my mom go through? No man is ever gonna have that kind of power over me! I’m the one who calls the shots! I’m in control! No man can resist me when I want them! Right, Bob?”
As if she just realized he was there, she suddenly leaned back in her chair and began to fondle her nipples with both hands, squirming in her chair. “I mean, you’d fuck me any time I asked, right?”
Bob shot a quick look at Emma and cleared his throat.
“Um, about that…” he began hesitantly.
Alexandra looked at him expectantly.
Emma spoke up. “We were planning on telling everyone after dinner, around the campfire.”
Alexandra turned to stare at her. “Telling everyone what?”
Bob blurted out. “We’re getting married!”
“What?”
Emma nodded, coming around to sit on the chair next to Alexandra and pat her knee.
“Why do you think Bob’s in here instead of out in the barn?”
Alexandra continued to stare uncomprehendingly at first one then the other.
“I’ve known for a long time Emma was special. I just didn’t know if she felt the same way,” Bob spoke quickly, as if relieved he could share his emotions, while at the same time explaining his behavior in a
way that Alexandra wouldn’t be insulted.
“Over the winter we spent a lot of time together…just the two of us. I asked her to marry me last week. It was Mother’s Day and I gave her my mom’s engagement ring, telling her I’d never loved another woman so much, since my mom passed away. But Emma is so special that I just know this is the right thing for us.”
Emma nodded. “We were hoping we could do the wedding up here. Make it a biker celebration. At least the reception. I’m okay with a courthouse ceremony. I had the whole church thing the last time and after such a huge build-up, it ended up being a disaster. I’d rather the ceremony was quiet and small this time, and hopefully the marriage will last longer.”
Bob smiled at her. “It will. I know you’re the only woman I want for the rest of my life.”
Alexandra was still staring open-mouthed at them.
Emma giggled. “Stop staring at us, Alex! It can’t be that much of a surprise! Other people get married all of the time! Aren’t you happy for us?”
Alexandra pulled the cap off the second bottle and took a long drink from it before she answered.
“Yeah, I guess. It’s just that I figured that after Craig and Mike took off last summer, that we wouldn’t lose any more riders for a while.”
“You’re not losing either of us, Alex,” Emma said as she patted her knee again. “We’re still going to ride with the gang. The only difference is that like now, when you’re in the barn fucking up a storm, we’ll be in here. I’ll be cooking and baking…”
“And I’ll be entertaining her with stupid jokes and bad puns,” Bob said. “I’ll also be admiring the most beautiful woman in the world, who belongs to me.”
Alexandra’s eyes widened as she watched him lean over and give a loving kiss to Emma. Suddenly the timer went off and Emma jumped up to pull a tray of cookies out of the oven and shove another one in.
Alexandra shook her head. “You know, I’ve watched all of my crew fucking like rabbits. I’ve fucked all of the men and watched while they made other women scream with pleasure. But I don’t think I’ve ever felt as weird as right now, watching the two of you kissing. It’s like it’s indecent or something. Like what you do with each other isn’t something anyone else should be watching.”
