ENSLAVED BY SHIFTERS

by Astrid Lee Donovan

  Trip’s eyes seemed to devour the sight of her exposed chest even as he reached forward and undid the button of her jeans. Just like that, wordlessly and quickly- she was undressed by the two men- her brain still stuttering with confusion over what was happening.

  “What are you…”

  “I told you, we’re not kids anymore,” Trip said. With one hand still cupping her chin, the other now playing at the waistband of her panties. “And we’re not going to let you stop us this time.”

  Gloria uttered a short cry as Con’s hands moved greedily around her back, coming to her chest once more, no longer blocked by her shirt and bra. She didn’t have time to catch her bearings before Trip released her and dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling her panties down to join her pants at her ankles, his hands on her thighs wrenching them apart.

  “Waited a long time for this,” Con whispered into her ear as his hands began to explore her breasts, cupping them from below and then the sides, his thumbs brushing her erect nipples and making her spine stiffen violently. He blew a hot stream of air down the side of her neck and she squirmed in his grip. The two men held her tight between them, barely allowing her to move, Trip’s fingers digging into the flesh of her thigh.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful pussy,” Trip growled between her legs, and with a sudden lunge forward his tongue met her clit; the cry escaping her throat was cut short by Con’s hand clamping on her mouth.

  “Can’t have you waking up the whole house, baby,” he murmured, his free hand still teasing her breasts one by one, his strong bicep curled around her arm and keeping it pinned to her side. Trip’s tongue between her legs was blissful torture, his hands moving to her inner thighs to spread them further and give him access to her glistening slit.

  Steadily, he licked her from top to bottom and back again, until she was dizzy and throbbing all over from need. Con’s mouth assaulted the tender flesh of her neck, nibbling and kissing all across her jaw and around her ear, his fingers moving from one breast to the other, playing with each nipple in turn, gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before tugging it almost to the point of pain.

  Gloria’s body was rigid with need, her heart pounding loud in her ears, her nose struggling to get enough breath as Con held his hand tight over her mouth.

  “Waited so damn long to get you just like this,” Con whispered, his words making her hotter and hotter. “Naked and beggin’ for us to fuck you proper.”

  Trip’s tongue snaked up to her clit and stayed there; Gloria’s back arched as her hips thrust forward, needing more. He flicked the tender nub with his tongue again and again, each time driving lust deeper and deeper into Gloria’s center. Her eyes rolled backward in her head as he lapped and sucked on her clit, Con’s hands constantly teasing her nipples, his words driving her into a heated frenzy.

  “I wanna feel this little mouth all over my cock,” he whispered, “want to watch you come while you swallow every drop of me. Fuck, baby, why’d you wait so damn long? You could have had this whenever you asked, could have had these cocks in you anytime you wanted…waited so damn long, we’re gonna have to fill you up five fuckin’ times to make up for it…”

  Gloria screamed, the sound stifled by Con’s hand, as Trip pressed two fingers upwards into her dripping pussy, his teeth closing gently over her clit, her body shaking violently as she came against his mouth. Con bit gently on the flesh of her neck, squeezing one breast as her stomach flipped over itself and fireworks erupted down her spine. Her pussy dripped and clenched around Trip’s fingers, his tongue never leaving her clit as she bucked and came wildly, her passion red hot and burning in her core.

  When she went limp, panting, her body overheated, con slipped his hand away from her mouth and she felt his lips press against her temple. Trip moved away with a final flick of his tongue over her swollen clit. He rose and pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply, the taste of her juices in his mouth making her feel drowned in desire. Her hands fluttered to his jeans and desperately tugged at the button; it wasn’t enough, she needed more, she needed to feel them inside her, filling her…

  Behind her, she could hear Con’s zipper rolling down and the light swoosh as his pants fell. She was ripped, violently, from her kiss as he grabbed her and turned her around to face him. His eyes seemed to hypnotize her as she swayed, still woozy from her climax.

  “Get on your knees,” he said, “and show us what we’ve been missing.”

  She was helpless but to obey. Dropping down, her eyes widened at the size of Con’s shaft. It was easily the biggest cock she’d ever seen, the head purple and swollen, the vein running down the center throbbing. She looked up at him, unsure if she would be able to take all of it in her mouth. At the same time, she wondered this, she realized that Trip had also dropped his pants to the ground and was grabbing at her hips, yanking until she was on all fours.

  Trip’s hands ran along her body, starting at her heavy breasts and running along her sides, down her waist, towards her ass. He grasped the plump globes of her ass and spread them with a jerk just as Gloria got the nerve to reach forward and grab Con’s meaty cock in her hand. Still looking up at him, she began to stroke it from tip to base, unsure of where to even begin trying to suck it.

  Con buried his hands in her blonde hair, his grip firm but patient, pulling slightly forward but not forcing her onto his cock – yet. She had an idea that he most certainly would use force if she didn’t start giving him what he wanted. She leaned forward slightly and lapped her tongue across the head; at the same moment, she felt Trip’s cock pressing against her pussy, spreading her lips wide, the size of him obvious from the sensation he gave her with just the tip.

  She moaned, closing her lips around the head of Con’s cock as Trip slid into her easily, her pussy drenched from her climax. One long, deep stroke and he was inside her, filling her, one hand on her ass and the other reaching forward to stroke her breasts. She whimpered as she felt Trip begin to fuck her, his size stretching her pussy to its limits, distracting her from Con as he pulled gently on her hair.

  Trip groaned, his fingers moving across her breasts, his hips pressing against her ass and thighs as he buried himself deeper into her warm center. She felt her body spasm as he pressed against some deep and hidden place inside her. Her mouth watered around the head of Con’s cock, her hand still stroking him, and she tried to focus on sucking him; it was impossible, though, with Trip pressing himself so deeply into her that she was shaking all around him.

  Con’s hand pulled gently at her scalp and her lips inched down his shaft; just then, Trip pulled out and slammed himself into her, so hard that she was sent sliding down Con’s shaft until his head nearly hit her throat, her muffled cry blocked by the head of his cock. For a moment, all she could do was suck and lick at his cock, her jaw slightly aching, Trip’s cock buried in her and pulsing, until he slid away slightly and she could move herself up and down on Con’s shaft, taking pleasure in his satisfied growls.

  She swirled her tongue around the plushy head before dipping lower once more, using her hand to reach all the places her tongue couldn’t. Trip’s hand moved from her breast across her belly as he went back to fucking her slowly, sliding in and out of her with determined strokes that left her body screaming for more. His fingers gradually slipped between her legs and he found her clit, pinching it once slightly, making her eyes go wide and her mouth tighten around Con’s dick.

  Trip stroked her clit gently, drawing himself in and out of her at a maddening pace, until she found herself grinding her hips back against him for more. She wanted him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper; to compensate, she moved up and down Con’s cock faster, sucking eagerly at the head and lapping with her tongue everywhere she could reach. Feeling her pace changing, Trip responded in kind, and his strokes grew faster, hit deeper, made her moan around Con’s cock with each plunge.

  “God damn,” Con growled from above her, his hips beginning to move in time to her mouth, his fi
ngers holding her hair tighter, giving her less and less control with each stroke. She looked up at him just as he forced her head to still, limiting her movement, fucking her mouth at his own pace, going as deep as he wanted while she tried her best to keep up with her tongue. Trip’s fingers on her clit were steady as he plowed into her. She felt her arousal building as the two men fucked her, her body held still between them as they took their pleasure from her flesh.

  “That’s right, baby,” Con whispered from above, his teeth gritted, his pace growing frantic. “Come for us, take it all and come for us…”

  It was all she needed to hear as Trip slammed into her, his fingers pinching once more on her clit, igniting the bonfire inside her that whipped from limb to limb, ecstasy making her muscles snap and shiver as she came, her mouth and pussy filling as they emptied into her. Con’s cock slammed deep into her throat almost making her gag, as he spilled his cum into her and watched her eagerly swallow each salty drop.

  Her pussy milked Trip’s cock as he burst against her womb, his cum warm and sticky inside her, the dual sensations driving her orgasm higher than she’d ever known before. Her back was arched to the point of pain, her body trembling as she let Con and Trip fill her with their seed until the three finally separated, the men panting and stumbling as Gloria swallowed the last gulp of cum and moaned in orgasmic bliss.

  “Shit,” Trip said as he collapsed onto the sofa in front of Gloria, who was slowly lifting herself up onto her knees. She gasped in surprise as she felt Con’s arms surround her, pulling her up and carrying her to the couch, where they both tumbled down, Gloria laying between the two men, her head in Con’s lap and her legs draped over Trip’s.

  “Baby,” Con said, his head rolling back on his neck, his chest heaving. “That was so worth waiting for.”

  Gloria closed her eyes and smiled, letting the bliss of her satisfied body take over her mind.

  Sure was, she thought. Sure as hell was…

  Epilogue

  “Yeah, Mom, I’ll be there in just a few,” Gloria said into her speakerphone, her foot steady on the gas pedal. There was no real rush to get to Empire, but she was trying to make good time anyway. She knew two men there who’d be happy to see her, and she wasn’t exactly dreading seeing them, either.

  “Good,” Lila’s voice came through the speaker. “I’m making lasagna.”

  Gloria smiled. Her mother hadn’t been much of a cook before she started drinking, and she doubted that the years in between had done anything for her culinary skills, but the fact that she was making an attempt spoke volumes. Lila had been doing a lot better since moving into the club headquarters; she’d managed to make friends with some of the other women who lived there, and while she hadn’t quit drinking entirely, she was sober more often than not when Gloria called to check in or came down from Casper to visit.

  Leaving Chicago had been easier than Gloria had ever imagined. She’d been sad to say goodbye her to her coworkers and regular clients at the tattoo shop, but she had realized that her home had always been back in Wyoming, no matter how she’d tried to think otherwise. But, since she wouldn’t have any place to actually work in Empire, she’d opted to move to Casper, where she’d gotten a job at a tattoo parlor and was steadily building a loyal client base.

  Her weekend trips to Empire were the highlights of her week. Old faces had become familiar again, and new ones had welcomed her back with open arms. And, of course, there was Con and Trip. Their arrangement may not have been normal, but had Gloria ever really expected a normal life, considering what she’d grown up with?

  No, there was no such thing as normal for a biker brat. That she had ever craved normality seemed strange to her now. That night, she knew, she would fall asleep, exhausted but satisfied, between the two hard bodies that had always been there for her, had waited for her, had never left her mind even through all the years and miles between them. And that, she knew, was worth more than anything a normal life could have given her.