We were almost to Ohio when we pulled off for dinner and a refuel.

I had been flirting with Thor the entire time. I’m sure he knew I was horny as my hips ground against his hard ass every half an hour. Unashamedly I lightly and then firmly stroked what turned out to be a nice sized cock in his tight leather pants.

His blonde locks whipped behind his silver helmet, entangling with my sultry strands. It was foreplay that would make a hairdresser blush.

It was a pretty standard diner with a pretty standard menu. The plump, platinum blonde server, Rose, looked like she had filled way too many cups of coffee and sliced too many apple pies. She barely looked up when we entered until she saw my ass sway past her. We made eye contact, and I winked, and she slightly smirked, knowing what I was and why I was there.

The booth was big enough to fit us all, and I found myself the meat of a sandwich of Thor and Waldo. The cold glass of not-so-filtered water was a welcome relief after the wind of the road. I asked her for a Coke with a bit of lemon in it; milkshakes and other Sodas were ordered.

The boys broke into stories of past road trips and hot babes they had before. The talk was shameless, as if a younger girl wasn’t sitting at the table with them.

Speaking of shameless, my right hand was nestled perfectly between Waldo’s upper thigh, and the edges of his cock which was stiffening into a beautiful little pudge.

On my left, I was brazenly pushing my hand into the open zipper of Thor’s tight worn jeans. Not stroking the shaft or balls, my fingers danced around the base of his growing erection, all promise and pleasure.

Knowing the food would be a few minutes, Thor said he needed to take a piss. After rising, he looked back and his intentions were clear. I was to follow him.

I giggled and actually blushed, my voice ridiculously squeaky. “What a coincidence, so do I!”

I have fucked in a few bathrooms and certainly in more brazen public settings, but it was kind of obvious to the men at the table and a few other customers what was about to happen.

It was also obvious to Rose, who said softly as we passed by the salad station, “The ladies' is cleaner and the lock works.”

Dang, girl! That was a voice of experience.

We stepped in and saw there were two stalls and your basic sink area. It smelled like overaggressive cleaner and lots and lots of female excretions. A broken tampon machine hung loosely next to the door.

I went to give him a hot kiss when I realized he actually did have to take a piss. I watched him in disbelief and actually laughed out loud.

“What the fuck? Is that really the only reason you came in here?”

He turned around, flushed, and showed me what I had been playing with for miles. A beautiful seven inch beast that was thick and already dripping; probably piss along with a little pre-cum but I honestly didn’t care. This thing was gorgeous, and I needed to get it into me very soon.

“Fuck no Baby. Time to take on Thor’s hammer!”

I was about to laugh when I saw in his eyes that he thought he was being really sexy. Oh my God, men could be so stupid. I reached out with my right hand and wrapped it partway around this thick thing. I then grabbed his shirt and pulled him down into a tongue-filled kiss.

I snapped back and bit his lip and the little bit of hair underneath it. “Bring on the thunder.”

I even added a sexy wink.

Having the last two fucks doggy style made me long for something different. And he did not disappoint. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed my pants and yanked them to the floor. I shuffled out of them without taking off my boots and pushed them to the side.

I realized we had not locked the door. And then realized I once again did not give a fuck.

My thong pushed to the side, yes, the same dirty one that The Hound had seen, I was ready to have my hotbox filled up. I lifted my right leg and he grabbed it behind the thigh, and I wrapped around his very firm ass. I was aching and needful, and he was ready to satisfy me. I grabbed hold of his very fat shaft and rubbed the mushroom head up and down my dripping need.

“Oh my! This thing is gorgeous,” I said, only half serious. Again, I was making the man feel like he was giving me something when I was actually taking.

He plunged in and I head-back moaned in honest delight.

He started his push and pull, and I found his head was hitting with uncanny accuracy!

He grunted. “Well, I may not be an actual god, -Fuck yes! but let me - ungh, so tight! - see if I can make you see heaven!”

OK, good looks, check.

Incredible muscles, check.

Sexy hair, check

Sexy talk…? Epic fail.

But as he pushed into me with a wet schlick…once again… I didn’t give a fuck because I was going to get one.

I used one hand to push against the stall support, and the other grabbed the collar of his jacket.

“Oh gawd! Yes, Thor!”

He filled me quite deeply and pushed against my walls with fantastic satisfaction. Not as big as The Hound, but still fantastically fulfilling.

With my hips bucking back-and-forth and giving a good tilt and grind, he was finding a good tempo. I soon had him moaning and holding my hair. I love a good hair pull, but sometimes can’t they just let a girl flop her head around a little?

We had another scorching kiss and I honestly told him he was making me feel “so good!” a phrase we all want to hear during a solid fuck.

Dripping and pulsing, my pussy Cat was squeezing all she could. He had a delightful curve that was rocking my G-spot repeatedly. Milking something wet and hot was on the horizon.

My cum came quickly! Rocking my core and spreading out it made me falter and nearly fall off my one leg. Luckily, this demigod had enough strength to keep me up as well as lift me off the floor. My right leg instinctively wrapped around his tight muscled ass and I death-gripped his shoulders.

A good air fuck is not a luxury I enjoy often and I relaxed my body enough to let him ‘take me higher”. He was determined and sweating, his grunts rhythmic and deep. We probably should have removed more clothing.

“Fuck yes!” I squealed. “Oh my! I’m - pant- going to - pant- cummmm!” Another big one revved my engine and set my cunt to spasm.

I have had thousands of orgasms. Mom once asked me what my “one night” record was, and I couldn’t answer. Dozens probably.

I like to remember quality not quantity, and in this moment, there was determination behind this cock that kept me peaking for a good three minutes straight! Was probably a series of six or seven in a row, yet I could not feel where one ended and the other began.

I had a revelation: the son of a bitch was actually taking me to heaven!

All I could do was hold on and scream: Simultaneously guttural and siren.

I didn’t even feel him slam me against the stall and stiffen his body.

A cervix dousing blast of hot cum was accompanied by a growl of satisfaction that had my quivering quim crying out once more.

He let out a rattling breath and we slumped, foreheads magnetized.

I tilted my jaw and we kissed again. Sexy and sweet like two friends who fuck.

“I have to admit,” I said through breathy moans, “I saw it, Baby. It was heaven!”

He grinned like the kid who beat all of his friends at a game, then he slowly let me back down to the floor. Lumber slipped down, taking a good five or 6 ounces of fluids with it. We had made quite a mess.

I needed to taste it.

My slutty fingers scooped up some off of his shaft, and I sucked it to my mouth with relish.

He hotly chuckled and pointed. “Clean up time, Cat the Cunt.”

My face lit up at the sound of my new nickname, and I willingly slid down the wall so my mouth could take care of the task. It was musky, sweaty, cunty, and delightful. I lapped, licked, and liked.

I stood as he used paper towels to wash up our puddle. I guess he didn’t want anyone slipping.

“Your mama raised you right!” He god-smiled. I thought he might be actually glowing, but it was the weird lighting in this bathroom.

“I’ll see you out there. I have a little bit of my own tidying up to do.” He grunted, checked his hair in the mirror (I eye rolled) and stepped out.

I sat down at the toilet as he took off and stepped back into the diner. Oh right, food…

The red bandanna pulled from my pocket soon was newly soaked and beginning to reek like a whore’s mattress.

Delicious.

I peed and flushed, my jeans soon a comfortable snug over my well-used puffiness.

A hand washing, hair and face check, and a call to Mom followed. I took out my new iPhone five and hit her number. I had a moment of disappointment, realizing I could have been recording all of this.

Mom was happy to hear I was alright. I told her I was having a great time and quickly described the sex. She laughed several times at her slutty daughter. It was a strangely comforting sound.

Back at the booth, the boys were all grinning.

“What? Was I too loud?”

They all laughed, and Rose, who was setting down my meatloaf and mashed potatoes, chuckled softly. “I’ve been louder.”

The table erupted as our laughs and table slapping made her smile and confidently hip-sway away.

After a generous tip and a few more trips to the bathroom, we were ready to hit the road again. It was obvious that I was to ride with Waldo.

I climbed onto his bike to find my pussy was actually sore against the leather cushion. I took a deep breath, determined to enjoy the discomfort rather than shy away from it. I was becoming a biker bitch and loving every second. This was just part of the deal.

Liam was past pouting, and as Thor gave him a secret handshake, he looked to me and smirked. I was earning him a lot of points.

On the road, I followed my new protocol and was soon rubbing Waldo’s sweetness into awareness. I leaned toward his ear and shouted, “I’m excited for dessert!”

He shook his head, and I felt a blush I couldn’t see.

Oh yes, this one was nerdy sweet; reminded me of Liam the first time we fucked at his dad’s pool.

One hand on the prize, the other strapped around his chest, I lay my head on his broad back. I think I may have actually napped for a bit.

***

We were very close to the rally and were now seeing other bikers and gangs passing us or hanging out by the side of the road. Lots of waves, thumbs-ups, and playful middle fingers were exchanged.

I was able to note that many of the groups had their own biker chicks. I wondered if they were getting fucked as much as I was and would there be an opportunity for us all to get together and swap stories. I hoped so!

I really was a slut.

Pulling into the park was like stepping into another dimension. Tents, vendors, food and live music grabbed every sense and slapped it around. The air was full of promise, heartbreak, internal combustion exhaust, and unapologetic loudness.

And the people? Every size, shape and color. Every age, every ethnicity. And every one of them wearing some type of leather or black. Every one of them, sporting tattoos or piercings or both. And for some reason, no matter how fat or old, they all looked really fucking hot. I was hooked on bikers!

We hopped off and made plans to regroup at a certain time. Since I was with Waldo for this part of the ride, I was determined to stick with him. I still had another cock to sample.

Once more, my dear stepbrother looked like a dejected puppy until I told him he only had one more bro to share me with before I was back with him.

He still looked mildly pissed, but gave a smile and a nod.

I promised him a quick blowjob before the night was over.

“I don’t know. I might get a better offer,” he slyly purred.

I stepped up and grabbed him by the T-shirt and pulled up into a hot, burning kiss. It went on for way too long for him and he tried to pull away, and I wouldn’t let him. When we finally parted with a loud noise, several people around us were laughing and pointing.

“Neh-ver!” I said, as I patted him on the chest and sent him on his way.

“Come on, lover. Not losing you tonight!” I sashayed past and headed toward the food tents, my hips on full swivel.

Waldo laughed and followed like a baby duck after his mama’s wiggling tail feathers.

We shared a beer and a really good beef sandwich. Because I hadn’t eaten much vegetable in the last 24 hours, I downed a huge pickle that was almost as big as my stepbrother’s cock.

Admirers of both genders stopped by to flirt and say hello. Some of them felt like old friends and wore similar colors.

One older, hot chick with red hair like my own mother’s came up and brazenly gave me an all tongue kiss that I did not refuse. She tasted of whiskey, cigarettes, and bad decisions.

“You get bored with this little nerd, Baby, my name is Jane. As in Fun with Dick and…”

She took out a sharpie, wrote 10 digits across my palm, and winked and disappeared into the crowd. If I wasn’t wet before…

Waldo was beaming, his round glasses fogging up with the heat of anticipation.

Poor thing.

I could tell this nerdy biker dude was proud to have me on his arm, and so I decided he might like it better if I was on his lap. We were on a bench, and I just simply turned around and planted my ass right on top of his cock. I turned my hips so I could eat and still feel his growing excitement underneath. He whispered quietly, “Jesus, Cat, you are something else.”

I turned and seared him with a sultry, spicy smooch. “You have no fucking idea.”

I then stood up and leaned in front of him, my wonderful tits hanging down, captivating his eyes. I burned my gaze into him and whispered, “Let’s find some place to fuck. I don’t care if it’s private, let’s just get the job done.”

Yes, I was a slut. And fucking proud of it.

There were special private areas, believe it or not. One that was right next to the charity donations tent. After all, bikers were notoriously generous people. It’s one of the things I admired about this culture.

These private tents were equipped with mattresses and low lighting. The sounds of open fucking, and orgasmic screams, only took my horny to another level.

Struggling to find any sections open, we ended up near a wooded area where many bikes were parked along the edge of a dirt road. I looked at him and said, “Looks good enough for me.”

I found a sturdy bike that looked like it could handle a little aggression. I dropped my jeans and slid off my boots. I then sat on the back, my legs open towards the rear wheel.

He looked like he was lost again. I laid it on thick. “My engine is already started, baby. Let’s see how well you drive.”

I slid my thong to the right and lay back over the gas tank like something out of a Cars music video ( of my mom’s favorite bands).

Waldo was hesitant and took a minute to look around as if someone was going to arrest him.

“Wow, um... Cat, as much as I want this… Shit! look at your body- holy fucking God, you look amazing.” I laid my jacket on the handlebars and peeled off my T-shirt. I was now only in my socks and my lingerie.

There wasn’t a person alive who couldn’t tell that I was wet and my pussy smelled like she had been fucked three times today, which she had.

Still, he hesitated. “This is someone else’s ride, and I can’t…”

“I thought bikers like danger. Now get over and fuck me! Now or never.”

The gulp he gave was almost heard over the roar of the crowd, music, and engines. He was right, this was someone else’s bike. And when they returned to it, my personal stain would let them know it was used for a good purpose.

Waldo was where he needed to be in less than thirty seconds. I was right, he had a short cock, but it was harder than steel. I don’t think I’ve ever had a cock so hard before or since.

His first drive into me was like a rail spike. I almost fell off the motorcycle as I yelped at the pleasure and pain.

He grabbed hold of my calves and spread me wide. The bike did shake, and I loved the fact that he was breaking so many unwritten rules of the brotherhood of bikers.

His balls were full and fat, and spanked against my ass as if I was being punished by a repressed school matron.

I came almost immediately, mostly from the scenery, and the chance of being caught. My second orgasm followed quickly; this one, definitely from the determination of this jackhammer inside of me.

“HO- Ly fuhhh…kkkk….” My voice was caught in my throat as my back arched, and I grabbed my own nipples through my bra. I pulled hard determined to let this fuck be all about the pain. It was exquisite and punishing, sending shock waves through me. My cunt was spasming trying to grab all of him doing her best to not let him slip out. This short dude looked long on energy. Unfortunately, he had never met my pussy before.

He desperately cried out, “Not yet!” But his cock wasn’t listening. He began to fire off several volleys of hot love potion that didn’t feel as thick as his friends’, but was full of Eagle Scout determination.

“Yes, Waldo! Fill me!”

He held and tight and showed no signs of slowing, even though he had hone off. I then grabbed hold of his jacket to bring him back to focus. He looked at me as if he was waking up from a dream, and I had to laugh at the unbridled excitement in his eyes.

“Hold ‘er down, Cowboy! You won the buckle.”

He very sweetly blushed and gently slid out of me and lowered my legs. He was even kind enough to offer a hand so I could slide down off the stranger’s bike. I shook my hair out and stretched my body.

“Well, that was a first! Thank you, baby. That was hot as hell.”

He was using his own bandanna to wipe off his cock and slide it back into his pants. So funny that all three of these bikers decided they didn’t need to do anything but unzip. Then again, I didn’t tell ‘em any differently.

“Thanks, Cat. You are amazing. Sorry if I got a little rough… you are my first in about three weeks.”

I pulled out my own bandanna and wiped up my thighs and still pulsing pussy. I stuffed it back in my jacket. It was so beautifully nasty.

“Three weeks?! I don’t think I can make it three hours.”

He laughed in agreement as I got myself back in order and we started to walk towards the crowd. I said, “Hold on one second.” I turned around and saw that indeed there was a little puddle of our combined offering on the back of the bike’s seat, slowly dripping down the edge.

I smiled and said to myself, I hope you like your new paint job.

With all of the cock and pussy available that I planned to sample that weekend I may actually fuck the owner and not even know it.

And I had a number on my hand that I needed to call.

I actually felt a little lightheaded at the prospect and wrapped my arm around Waldo’s even thicker one.

Slut turned Biker Bitch needed a Gatorade.

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