Marie tried to put the bar out of her mind. She didn’t need Cassidy fighting for space in her head when she had Bernadette to focus on.
Marie had made several excuses, so Bernadette wouldn’t come around until the bruises that Cassidy and her friends had left on her had faded. The one on her tit was the last to fade. Marie was sad to see it go. It had been a visual reminder, something real to help her remember as she masturbated night after night, replaying how Cassidy and the other dykes had used her as a fucktoy in that bar.
Marie loved Bernadette. She knew that. As she lay in Bernadette’s arms after soft and sensual lovemaking, she was happy. But she wasn’t content. Cassidy, the big butch lesbian, kept coming into her thoughts.
Memories of Cassidy slamming her girlcock into her, of grinding and humping her face, of making her crawl under the table to lick the three of them out, of being pissed on, of staggering out of the bar barely able to stand and already wanting more. Marie knew then that once was never going to be enough. She should never have asked Sarah for help. Sarah had known what would happen. For all Marie knew, Sarah might even have pimped her to Cassidy. For some reason, that thought made her drip.
The next Friday, she stood at the end of the street looking at the bar. She took a step towards it, but then the door opened, and she turned and scurried away before anyone saw her loitering outside. As she turned the corner, the roar of motorbike engines made her turn. Cassidy and three other women had ridden their motorbikes up to in front of the bar and dismounted. Marie watched them laugh as they entered the bar.
She swallowed, then took a few tentative steps towards the bar. She had just put her hand on the door when it opened and Cassidy stood there, filling the space. She had a sneer on her face as she slowly ran her eyes over Marie.
Marie squirmed as she watched Cassidy check her out; from her dm boots and fishnet tights to her cream sundress with the pink flower pattern to the necklace nestling between her breasts and up to her face with the carefully painted lips and overly defined eyebrows.
Cassidy turned and called over her shoulder, “Hey, the bimbo bitch is back.”
Marie flushed scarlet. Forced to take a few steps back, she watched the dykes spread out behind her. She saw the blonde femme who’d taken such pleasure in peeing on her just because Cassidy had preferred Marie to her skulking in the background.
“Well, well, well. You just couldn’t stay away, could you?”
Cassidy ran her calloused, meaty fingers through Marie’s hair, and Marie flinched as Cassidy pulled her closer.
“We’re just going for a drive. Hop on.”
Marie swallowed and nodded as Cassidy guided her towards the biggest bike, still keeping a tight grip on Marie’s hair.
“Stay,” she ordered.
Marie watched, dumbfounded, as Cassidy pulled a dildo from her pocket and stuck the suction cup base on the pillion passenger seat.
She held out her hand. “Knickers.”
Marie stood frozen, aware the other girls were tittering but unable to move.
“I won’t ask again.” The threat in Cassidy’s statement was enough to have Marie quickly tugging down the pink lace panties and placing them in Cassidy’s outstretched hand. Cassidy brought them to her nose, inhaled deeply, then shoved them into one of the pockets on her leather jacket. She swung her leg over the bike and kick-started the engine. It gave a roar as she squeezed the throttle. She handed Marie a helmet and motioned for her to climb on.
Marie closed her eyes as she climbed on. The head of the unlubricated dildo forced its way inside her, her own secretions oozing out as the thought of what she was about to do excited and terrified her at the same time.
With her legs spread to straddle the motorbike, the dildo was buried deep in her up to the hilt. She felt so full, and the vibrations from the idling motor only added to the sensations.
She wrapped her arms around Cassidy’s waist and leant forward, pressing into Cassidy’s leather-clad back. Her nipples were rock hard, though she doubted Cassidy would feel them through the jacket.
Then they were on the move. As Cassidy opened the engine up and accelerated, the vibrations increased. Marie gripped tighter, wondering how far they’d go.
Cassidy turned into one of the countless old alleyways that were scattered through this part of town. Too late, Marie remembered the alley was cobbled. The motorbike bounced up and down. The dildo was forced in deep, hard, and fast as they bounced their way down the cobbles.
Marie could feel her juices splattering her thighs. She squeezed against Cassidy tighter and in response Cassidy drove faster, causing the vibrations to increase and the dildo to be shoved in deeper. By the time they rode back into the main road, Marie was already edging. She’d barely got her breath back when Cassidy turned down another alley.
It was no good. Marie knew she couldn’t stop it. No amount of clit slapping was going to stop this. As the motorbike engine roared beneath her, they drove over more cobbles and Marie bounced up and down on the dildo suctioned to the bike seat.
She squeezed as tight as she could to hold on and spasmed. She came all over the leather seat as they rode down the cobbled street while impaled on a big fucking girlcock.
Whether it was the noises she was making, or that Cassidy could feel her cumning, either way, she slowed the bike and steered into a quiet and thankfully uncobbled road. Marie risked opening her eyes and saw the blonde looking similarly fucked on another bike.
Then Cassidy opened up the throttle once more and took Marie on a unique tour of Dublin’s cobbled street.
She came again.
And again.
Eventually, they began to merge. She couldn’t tell when one stopped and the next started. All she could focus on was holding on.
Finally, they stopped. She lay against Cassidy’s back, squeezing the dyke’s waist. She opened her eyes and saw they were back outside the bar.
Cassidy climbed off and held out her hand to help Marie off. Marie blushed at the sheen of wetness and little puddles on the bike saddle. Cassidy pulled the bike onto its stand and stared at Marie.
“Look at the fucking mess you made of my bike. Clean it up, bitch.”
Marie looked around. The gang watched impassively, waiting. She placed a hand on the part of the seat where Cassidy had been sitting. She could feel the warmth of Cassidy’s arse still on it. With her legs still trembling and feeling like jelly, she leant down and licked her cum from the dildo. She swirled and sucked until she had removed every drop. Cassidy reached down and pulled the suction cup from the seat. There was a circle of dry leather surrounded by a pool of Marie’s cum.
She looked at Cassidy, who merely nodded at the bike seat. Marie, still blushing, merely nodded and licked her cum from the bike saddle. It tasted tangy and bitter and salty. She wondered when the seat had been last cleaned. Did some other needy slut clean it with her tongue?
Finally, it was done. Cassidy smiled, slapped her gently on the cheek three times, and told her she was a good girl.
Marie beamed at the compliment. Yes, she was. She was such a good girl. How she longed to drop to her knees and taste Cassidy. She craved her. There was nothing she wanted more than to bury her face in that woman’s sweaty, hairy cunt.
She took a half-step forward, her hand already reaching for the woman’s belt. She would tongue fuck her in the street if that was what it took. She had no shame, only the desire to please her.
She heard the words “Now fuck off home,” but they didn’t register. They couldn’t register. Marie knew Cassidy hadn’t meant to say that, but when they all turned and filed into the bar, the door closed, and Marie was left standing alone in the street with streaks of cum drying on her thighs.
As she turned to go, she remembered Cassidy still had her knickers. Then she remembered seeing several pairs of knickers pinned up behind the bar and knew hers would be added to the collection.
She made her way back home. Back to Bernadette, but already hoping they would have another pair of her knickers displayed on the wall of the bar before too long.
