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  “Damn,” he jerked his softening cock, squeezing the last few drops out onto Sara’s flushed cheeks. “You’re glazed, girl. Like a sweet donut.”

  She laughed, a little delirious at this point.

  Flopping down onto the bed, Sara sunk into relaxation, and reveled in the delicious sensation of Nate fucking her from behind. His cock was a good size; filling her without stretching her. Each thrust teased her g-spot, and the angle – with her rolled onto her side – stimulated her clit in a delicious way.

  Even the feeling of Nate’s heavy balls sliding up and down her inner thigh was exciting.

  As she got her breath back, Sara spotted a flushed and disheveled Melissa being led up the stairs by Fats and Dog. She was gazing with amazement at the sight of Sara being fucked from behind.

  “Oh, you slut,” she grinned, eyes focusing on the big, veiny dick pistoning in and out of her.

  Sara snarled: “You can hardly talk!” And she had a point. It was very clear that whatever Melissa had been doing on the couch with the two well-hung bikers, both of them looked fully satisfied. Not to mention, Melissa herself she the flushed cheeks and rosy chest of a woman who’d recently climaxed a number of times.

  “Aww, damn,” it was Jackson, who was standing watching Nate fuck Sara while stroking his hard-on. “Get that sexy slut on the bed! Let’s have some girl-on-girl action!”

  Flint, Horse and the other two guys cheered in anticipation. “C’mon girls! Let’s see it!” And Melissa, never one to turn down the attention of good looking guys, reluctantly climbed onto the bed.

  “Hey, you,” she purred at Sara, flopping down onto the bed beside her and immediately reaching for her tits. “Let’s give them a show.”

  And before Sara had a chance to answer, her blond friend was pressing her lips against her own.

  Truth be told, Sara and Melissa had made out a couple of times before – but the last time had been least a decade or so ago, and it was only ever for free drinks rather than any true lesbian tendencies. Sara felt really weird making out with her best friend.

  But she went with it – after all, she was at that moment getting fucked from behind by a big, well-hung stranger; so swapping saliva with a familiar set of lips almost seemed normal in comparison.

  “Mmmm,” Melissa pulled her mouth away and licked her lips. “You taste salty.”

  Sara giggled. She didn’t know whether to tell Melissa that Horse had just cum in her mouth or not.

  Laying side-by-side, she and Melissa stroked each other’s sweaty, naked bodies and made out, hot and heavy. Sara was ashamed to admit she was enjoying it – Melissa’s lips were full and soft, and she kissed with a sensuous softness so different to the rough, demanding kisses of Flint.

  Jackson was watching the two girls make out; Sara still getting fucked from behind by Nate. Grinning, he sidled up to where Melissa was lying and spread her thick thighs; aiming his cock at the cleft between them.

  “Mmmmm,” Melissa’s eyes grew wide, and she moaned into Sara’s mouth. “Oh, God…”

  Sara looked up; eyes following the generous curves of Melissa’s pale body. She watched Jackson ease himself inside her best friend, and start thrusting.

  It was surreal; both her and her friend lying side by side on the bed, arms wrapped around each other and breasts crushed together. As they kissed and made out, they were each getting fucked from behind by handsome, well-hung bikers; each groaning and moaning as the big, thick cocks stretched and filled their bodies deliciously.

  Jackson and Nate almost looked like twins; both tall and lean and tanned. Their movements were twinned too; almost down to each and every thrust of their hips.

  “I’m gonna cum,” Nate groaned, and Jackson turned to his friend and grinned: “Me too.” And then they seemed to start racing each other; accelerating their thrusts and pounding into Sara and Melissa so powerfully that the bed rocked.

  “Uhhh,” Melissa clutched Sara desperately and her eyes rolled upwards. “Oh, yes. That’s the spot.” She squeezed Sara’s tits hard. “He’s gonna make me… make me…”

  And then she came; shuddering and shivering and writhing in Sara’s embrace.

  Melissa’s pussy tightened as she climaxed; and that was enough to set Jackson off. Nate came at the same time; burying himself inside Sara and squeezing her ass-cheeks painfully.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned, and Sara felt his cock throb and swell and pump her full of another load of hot, thick cum.

  She closed her eyes; imagining those powerful spurts were impacting directly on her g-spot. It was like pressing the big red button in the White House: She exploded in a nuclear detonation of pleasure.

  All four of them reveled in their orgasms, until the shuddering waves of pleasure receded and they were all left, sweaty and gasping for air.

  Jackson and Nate pulled their softening cocks from Melissa and Sara. Unplugged, rivulets of hot cum rolled down their thighs.

  “Look at these two cream-filled sluts,” Jackson and Nate exchanged high-fives. “Damn.”

  Sara and Melissa lay panting in each other’s arms; feeling hot, sticky wetness dribble out of them.

  “My God,” Sara gasped. “I don’t think… I mean, I’ve never…”

  Melissa reached over a kissed her.

  “That was pretty crazy.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sara slept.

  Naked and sticky, curled up on the big, luxurious bed at the top of the suite, she fell into a deep, dreamless slumber than she didn’t wake from for hours. Not until Flint started shaking her shoulder, whispering: “Hey. Hey, baby.”

  Blinking, the hungover housewife forced open her crusty eyes.

  “Wha…?”

  “It’s nearly noon,” Flint was lying naked on the bed next to her. The other side of him, also fast asleep, was Melissa. Over in the corner, it looked like the rest of the bikers had peeled off and flopped down to sleep on the couch, on a pile of cushions – anywhere they could find.

  “Uuuugh,” Sara lifted her hand to her head. Exhaustion and alcohol were starting to catch up to her. Three or four hours of sleep had been nice; but she needed another twelve at least – and in her own bed.

  “C’mon,” Flint helped her to sit up. “You need to get ready to go and collect your winnings – and I figured you’d like to shower and change before then.”

  Sara nodded, her mouth tacky. She was sticky and sweaty, and all she had to wear was her slutty black dress from the night before. It wouldn’t do to collect a million dollar check while doing the ‘walk of shame.’

  “I’ll drive you guys back to your hotel,” Flint offered, stroking Sara’s back. “After.”

  “After?” Sara cocked her head on one side.

  “Well, fuck,” Flint grinned, like a mischievous and handsome schoolboy. “Morning wood, baby. Didn’t you know guys always get super horny when they’re hungover?”

  And as he said that, he threw back the covers and revealed an enormous erection; intimidatingly thick and veiny.

  Sara’s eyes widened, but she shrugged happily. “I reckon I owe you.”

  Flint laughed menacingly. “Well, I’ve had that sweet pussy of yours.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. “Now I want that ass.”

  Sara blinked. “You what?”

  “You heard me, baby,” he was already pushing her back onto the bed, until Sara flopped down on the covers. “I’m going to send you off to collect that million dollars with a big, hot load of cum in your ass.”

  Sara would have protested about the oncoming sodomy, but she was too distracted. Flint had just pushed her onto her back, and then almost immediately grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs into the air; practically bending her in half.

  Holding her ankles together with one hand, he fumbled on the ramshackle table by the side of the bed with the other, and Sara heard a “click” and then a squishing noise. She lifted her head and saw Flint opening a small bottle of lube.

  “D-do y
ou always keep a bottle of that by your bedside?”

  “That, and a Colt .45,” he grinned.

  Flint squirted cold, slick lube over Sara’s upturned crotch and ass, and then she groaned as she felt his big, strong fingers begin to massage it in.

  They started with her pussy; massaging the lube all over it, and rubbing circles around her clit. A moment later, she felt something hard and hot pressed against the entrance to her cunt, and then gasped as Flint forced his enormous erection inside her.

  “Mmmm,” Flint looped his elbows under Sara’s knees, keeping her bent in half. “Your pussy’s still as tight as it was last night.” He began fucking her deeply.

  Sara groaned, and closed her eyes. Even with the hangover and dry mouth, she couldn’t help but revel in the delicious sensation of being fucked deep and hard by this handsome man and his beautiful, thick cock.

  Turning her head, Sara peered across the bed and found herself looking into Melissa’s bloodshot blue eyes. Her best friend had been woken up by the noise and movement, and was now sleepily watching Sara get fucked.

  “H-hey,” Sara smiled.

  “Hey yourself,” Melissa clutched her head. “Busy there?”

  Sara giggled.

  Flint noticed that Melissa was awake.

  “Hey,” he ordered. “Come over here, girl. Rub her clit.”

  Melissa, groaning and hungover, crawled naked across the covers to do what she was told. She lay down next to Sara, and slid her hand down her best friend’s soft tummy and between her clenched-together thighs.

  “Ohh, fuck,” Sara bit her lip, as she felt Melissa’s fingers start rubbing circles around her clit.

  “Aww, shit,” Flint grinned. “That’s the stuff.” And then he demanded: “Keep rubbing.”

  Once again, he stretched Sara’s legs high into the air and gripped both her ankles with one hand. Hoisting her ass into the air, it gave the handsome biker a perfect view of Sara’s pink, gleaming pussy and the tightly-clenched starfish of her ass.

  “Keep rubbing,” Flint demanded, as he pulled his cock from Sara’s pussy and started slathering its hard, veiny length with lube.

  A moment later, he pressed his thumb against Sara’s tight little ass.

  “Oh, shit,” Sara groaned, staring up at the ceiling. She bit her lip and her hands balled into fists, gripping the sheets tightly.

  After a moment’s resistance, Flint’s thumb ‘popped’ into Sara’s ass, and the lube helped it sink in right to the knuckle.

  “Damn, that’s tight,” Flint grinned. “Gonna loosen you up a little, girl.”

  And then he gently started fucking her ass with his thumb.

  “Eeeeep!” Sara cried out, in discomfort and pleasure. It was surreal – such an intense feeling, between pleasure and pain, made even more so by Melissa’s constant rubbing on her clit.

  “Keep rubbing,” Flint demanded, as he pulled his thumb from Sara’s tight little ass. “You always gotta rub a girl’s clit when you fuck her in the ass,” he explained, as he gripped the base of his erection and pressed the swollen head against Sara’s tight little asshole. “If you do it right, you train a girl to cum the moment she gets a dick in her ass.”

  And with that, he pushed.

  Melissa was still rubbing Sara’s clit, but had lifted herself up so she could take a good look at the action. And what she was seeing amazed her.

  “Shit,” the blonde gasped. “It’ll never fit.”

  But it did. Flint pushed, and Sara squirmed, and she grabbed Melissa’s arms and clutched them tightly. “Ohhhhh, shiiiit!”

  But with a ‘pop’ the swollen head of Flint’s cock made it inside Sara’s ass, and then he simply sunk the rest in inch-by-inch.

  “Oh, fuck,” Sara was groaning. “It’s too big! It’s too big!” But the constant pressure of Melissa’s fingers on Sara’s clit made it impossible for her to resist. “Oh, fuck!”

  “Damn, that’s tight,” Flint was buried to the hilt in Sara’s tight little ass now, and he began to fuck her in earnest. “You got a world-class ass on you, baby.”

  “Ah,” Sara cried, reaching down to grip Flint’s muscular hips, to try and slow his thrusts. “Easy! Oh, God!”

  “Rub her clit faster,” Flint barked at Melissa, who immediately did as she was told. “Suck on her titties!” And with that, Melissa leaned over Sara’s body and sucked one of her hard nipples into her mouth.

  “Oh, fuuuuck,” Sara’s back arched, as her body was overwhelmed with sensation. “Oh God, I can’t take any….”

  And then she exploded.

  Not only did an orgasm hit her like an oncoming freight train, but there was a sudden ‘splash’ as Sara’s pussy gushed moisture; squirting wetly across Flint’s stomach.

  “Hot damn, girl!” The biker’s eyes widened. “Damn, I haven’t seen a girl squirt like that in a long time.” And then, pulling his cock from Sara’s plundered ass, he dropped her legs and let the exhausted, trembling girl fall limply to the bed.

  “Well, shit,” Flint groaned, jacking off his straining cock. “Look up, ladies!” And then, as Melissa and Sara turned their faces towards him, Flint leaned forward and his cock start spurting.

  Hot streams of cum jetted across Sara’s stomach, painting her body in it. Thick strings landed on Melissa’s face, and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to accept more, like a porn star.

  Eventually, the jets subsided, and Flint’s cock began to grow soft.

  Still stroking it, he looked down on the bed; at the two well-fucked women he’d just painted in his cum.

  “You two ladies cost me a hundred grand,” he grinned, “and damned if you weren’t worth every goddamned cent.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The three of them showered together in the seedy washroom of the Knucklehead garage; what had once been the “Men’s Restroom” now turned into a shower that looked like something out of a prison movie.

  But the showerheads did their trick, massaging the three lover’s tired, aching bodies.

  “Here, rub my back,” Flint demanded, handing Melissa the soap. Meanwhile, he massaged Sara’s body; squeezing and kneading her big, breasts.

  Melissa’s soapy hands scrubbed Flint’s back, and then dropped to soap his tight ass cheeks. A moment later, they swept around his hips to start soaping up his heavy balls and flaccid cock; and it didn’t take long for it to lengthen and harden again.

  “Guess I got one more load in me,” he grinned, and kicked apart Sara’s legs.

  A moment later, the soapy housewife found herself bent at the waist – getting fucked from behind in the shower while she was standing up. She braced herself against the wall of the shower and thrust her hips back, while Melissa eagerly squeezed Flint’s ass cheeks, and reached around to massage his balls.

  “Awww, fuck,” the handsome biker groaned, and a moment later he pumped another load of cum inside Sara’s willing, wanton pussy.

  She didn’t cum this time, but she almost did – her mind reeling at the thought of accepting a third load of cum in her fertile cunt.

  Later, the three of them toweled each other off. Flint started getting dressed in crisp, white boxer shorts and a fresh pair of Levis. Meanwhile, Sara and Melissa reluctantly wriggled their aching bodies back into their cocktail dresses; which still stank of sweat and cigarette smoke.

  “I’ll need another shower after wearing this,” she groaned.

  “C’mon,” Flint finished getting dressed. “The boys are gonna watch the game this afternoon.” He grinned apologetically. “Man time, ladies.”

  As Sara and Melissa grabbed their handbags and cell-phones, Sara noticed Flint open a drawer in the desk near the doorway, and pull out a gleaming, .45-caliber revolver.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed, as the handsome biker tucked it into the waistband of his jeans. “I thought you were just joking about the .45 and the lube.”

  Flint looked a little embarrassed, and flipped the hem of his t-shirt over the butt of the gun.


  “Yeah, we’re all packing,” he told her. “It’s part of the biker gang thing.” He shrugged apologetically. “I got to live up to the image, sweetheart.”

  A few moments later, he was leading the girls out into the blazing Nevada sun.

  * * *

  Sara was grateful for small mercies – and at least Flint didn’t expect them to ride back to the Tropicana on the back of a Harley Davidson.

  Instead, he’d pulled a ’49 Ford ‘rat rod’ out front – a sleek coupe that had been chopped and lowered, and its original rusty paintwork preserved with a layer of acrylic.

  “Thought you girls might appreciate a more civilized ride home.”

  Flint helped Melissa and Sara up into the bench seat up front. As the girls settled into the leather seats, he gunned the throttle and the car screeched out onto the desert highway.

  “You girls are at the Tropicana, right?”

  Sara nodded.

  It was a really weird way to end everything, she thought to herself. A night unlike any other; quite the craziest, weirdest, most erotic and forbidden experience of her life. And now it was unfolding like an awkward one night stand.

  She and Melissa were just lucky Flint was a gentleman. He could have kicked their hungover asses out of the garage four hours ago and expected them to catch a cab home.

  Instead, he drove them for an hour through the blazing Nevada desert; alone the single lane highway until it bore down on the towering spires of Las Vegas itself.

  Desert became the city within seconds, and soon the rat rod was purring down the Las Vegas Strip with its exhaust burbling with a distinctive ‘dug-dug-dug’ sound.

  Eventually, Flint pulled into the front of the Tropicana – and as he lowered his foot on the brake, he wrapped his arm around Sara’s shoulders and pulled the housewife in close.

  “Hey,” he kissed her forcefully on the lips. “Last night was kind of special.” He looked deep into her eyes, and she felt herself melt a little. “You do good with that money, you hear?” He squeezed her arm. “And tell that husband of yours he’s damn lucky to have you.”