Joan walked home from the neighbors looking disheveled and fucked. Her husband, John, greeted her at the door and took her into his arms. The fragrance emanating from his wife's fucked body sent extreme lust flowing through him as he passionately kissed his fucked wife.
John became super horny and excited as she described her threesome with the neighbors in vivid detail, as they had dinner. Joan also told him about her worries that she might be a nymphomaniac. He held her hand firmly, feeling the lust still flowing through her body. John assured Joan that their relationship was good and that he would accept and encourage her to explore her most intimate desires. He knew she was a special woman who had needs that, if not satisfied, would pull them apart.
They made intense erotic love that night; neither wanted their love session to end. Both were comfortable with the road they were traveling.
Joan woke in the morning feeling safe and secure in the erotic world she was living in. She decided that she would continue to test the waters, trying to satisfy her wildest lust-filled desires. There were so many sexual fantasies running through her head. She craved to be taken, used, and abused. She also loved exposing herself while teasing strangers in public. Joan craved raw, naughty sex and so much more.
One thought that kept running through her mind was the extreme desire to be taken, seemingly against her will, and treated like a slutty whore. This is what she so wantonly desired.
As Joan sat there drinking her coffee, she decided she would pursue her strong desire to be taken by strangers and used and abused. Her mind ran back to the time she went to the biker's bar several years ago, and how exciting it had been for her. Joan decided to pursue this once more; she loved the feeling of being controlled by others in public—the thought of not knowing what the experience would bring excited her greatly.
Joan decided she would go to the same bar on Saturday night, as there would be a large crowd of patrons, drinking and fraternizing with the women as they enjoyed an unfiltered night out. She spent all day thinking about the biker's bar and what could happen to her, an innocent-looking, classy woman, seductively posed at the bar.
On Saturday, Joan picked out the perfect outfit to seduce the rough biker crowd: a short, tight mini skirt, with no underwear. A loose, silky button-up blouse, with no bra, and black nylons and red spike heels. Her husband could clearly see that his wife's mind was not with him that Saturday. He knew his wife was planning a unique sexual experience, and it did not include him. John knew she would share her exciting sexual experience with him when she returned home.
Joan looked one more time in the mirror before leaving for the biker's bar in the next village. A big smile crossed her face at what she saw. The tight short skirt accented her sexy butt and the short hemline inches from her naked pussy, teasing anyone looking her way. She knew she had picked out the right outfit, accented by her long, wavy blond hair and deep red lipstick. Joan was ready to seduce the world into sexual oblivion.
The taxi pulled up to the bar; there must have been fifty motorcycles in the lot, along with at least thirty more trucks and cars. She slid from the seat, her short skirt riding up, exposing the tops of her sexy nylons and white thighs. A cool breeze blew against her body, exciting her naked cunt and her firm nipples, which were clearly visible through her thin, semi-transparent top.
Joan pushed open the lounge door and was greeted by a loud, rowdy crowd who were enjoying the evening at the biker bar. She was aware that the patrons were taking notice of her entrance, as the crowd went quiet as she seductively walked to the bar and slid onto a cushioned stool, her legs parted. She knew that patrons looking her way were hoping to get a glimpse of her excited cunt as her chair turned.
She stopped the chair from rotating when her nylon-covered legs were exposed to the rowdy patrons. Her arm rested on the bar, a perfect position to view the crowd and be seen by all.
The bartender asked what she would like. Joan gave him a big smile as she quipped, "Oh, I am up for anything tonight, but I will start with a margarita. The crowd seems alive and excited, don't you think?" He nodded in agreement as he placed her drink on the bar.
The bartender continued, "Yes, I think it's going to be an exciting, lively evening here. You had better watch yourself, or you may get caught up in the action. You never know with these bikers, who might get their attention and much more. I have seen some wild scenes here in the club."
Joan gave him a big smile while commenting, "I would not mind seeing this action you so vividly describe; it could be very interesting."
A rowdy biker pushed in next to Joan at the bar, his worn black leather outfit brushing up against her nylon-covered legs. "Excuse me, miss, just ordering another drink. I have not seen you in here before. I must say you are one hot-looking chick. I am not sure this is a safe place for you to hang out, if you know what I mean."
Joan spoke, "I am sure I can take care of myself. I am not some inexperienced young broad, you know. I don't think you guys have the guts to try messing around with someone as experienced as I am."
The biker replied, "We will have to see about that, you little hussy. I think you might learn a thing or two about bikers and what they do to hot, sassy chicks like you. I would leave now unless you want to find out." Joan just sipped her drink, a smile crossing her smirking face.
She ordered another drink and was sipping it down when several bikers crowded in around her. "Miss, I think you need to come over to the pool table area so we can show you what happens in our bar to smart-ass chicks like you. Joan did not move as the bikers moved in tightly around her, their hands now taking liberties only an intimate partner would take.
Joan set her drink down on the bar, saying, "I need to pay for my drinks, and then I will decide if I am leaving your bar. I am not just some hussy you can push around and have your way with." She knew what she wanted, and so did the bikers.
Three bikers took hold of Joan, lifting her from the stool, "Come with us now, don't worry about the drinks, you will more than pay for them, by the time you leave after satisfying our needs."
The three bikers escorted her across the bar to where all the other bikers were gathered. By the time she reached their lair. Her blouse had been pulled open, her excited nipple breast completely exposed.
Joan spoke, wanting to excite these bikers into a sexual frenzy. "I don't think you guys can satisfy my sexual needs and desires. You just want to fuck a hot bitch and get yourselves off. Your cocks are probably so small they will get lost in my cunt, and so limp they won't penetrate my ass. You probably don't even have enough cock for a good blow job. You guys are all talk and no action."
And with those words, they hosted Joan onto the pool table. She did not resist, as this is what she so desired. They stripped her clothes from her body, except the red heels and black nylons. They laid her across the table with her head leaning back over the cushion of the pool table, perfect for being face fucked. One cock after another fucked her lips, depositing their salty juices deep in her throat. The bikers squeezed and twisted her nipples hard, bringing screams of lust from her fucked throat, while others went down on her drooling cunt, licking and sucking the juices flowing from her excited body.
They called her every disgusting name in the book, from cock sucker to bitch, even slut, and whore. There were over a dozen bikers fucking her face. What cum she could not swallow drizzled from her lips, her face now covered in their milky cum.
When they all finished face fucking her, they rolled Joan over onto her knees on the table, her ass and cunt waving in the air. Her mind was completely engrossed in the gang fucking she so wanted. Joan could sense the crowd around the table watching and cheering the bikers on.
The feeling inside of Joan's mind and body was pure, unadulterated euphoric bliss. She could not get enough fucking and was begging for more. Joan felt like she was in her own erotic world of pure bliss.
The bikers were getting extremely excited and rowdy; they all wanted to fuck this middle-aged bitch right now, in every hole. One by one, they mounted Joan as they stood over her tight ass and dripping cunt. She felt every cock deep inside her body, as they brutally fucked her ass and cunt. The feel of each rigid cock and the excitement of the crowd made Joan explode over and over in extreme orgasms, with cum and piss, squirting from her cunt, and drooling from her fucked ass, covering the pool table in fuck juices.
After each biker filled her ass or cunt with their juices, they insisted Joan suck their cocks clean, as others continued to fuck her royally.
Each time another cock entered her cum filled ass, gas and cum blew out of her dirty hole. Joan was loving every minute of her gang bang fucking; she even begged them to piss on her. They made her whole body glisten with piss and cum, she did not want the gang bang to end.
Even the women got in on the action, licking and sucking all the fuck juices on and in her body. One woman took great pleasure in strapping Joan, turning her skin red and welted, as the pain and erotic pleasure surged through her body.
Slowly, the room returned to the normal chatter and excitement. One by one, the gang bangers went on their way. Pictures were taken, nasty comments made as the crowd dispersed, leaving this fucked woman lying in piss and cum on the pool table. Joan was still on cloud nine, still feeling the high of being gang banged by a crowd of strangers. She did not move; she just lay there, not wanting the experience to leave her mind and body.
Joan felt a gentle hand lift her from the table. She stood fucked and naked on her red heels and soaked black nylons. She felt a little dizzy as the man put her clothes on her fucked body. He helped her walk out of the bar, the fuck juices from her cunt and ass, still running down her nylon-covered legs.
As they walked out into the cool evening air, Joan noticed there was no cab, just the stranger's car parked nearby. He opened the door and helped her in. He reached across, touching and caressing her fucked body as he buckled her seat belt tightly around her.
Joan knew she should not be going with this stranger; she had no idea where he was taking her or what he intended to do to her. She was taking a high risk, and yet she felt sexually excited, her heart beating fast as they drove away from the Bike Bar. No one was watching, no one cared, she was completely on her own.
She looked over at the man driving, his long, hard cock pushing against the thin material of his slacks. He definitely was going to fuck her and maybe much more. As the car sped down the road, Joan reached over and stroked his slacks. She could feel the stranger's excited cock, and something in her mind told her she wanted whatever he intended to do to her.
Joan now knew she had been taken; he had not asked, nor did she inquire. She was completely his to do with as he pleased. Something she had never felt before surged through her fucked body, filling her once more with extreme, heated lust.
