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John and I have been married for 8 years. We have an open relationship sexually. Well, I talked to him yesterday and he could tell I was getting antsy for something special. It was his suggestion that I go out to this one particular bar on the outskirts of town. This bar was a notorious biker bar. The interesting thing about the bar was that there was a back room which was a private area, for members only.

I guessed that it was for one of the biker clubs. I could only imagine what went on behind those closed doors, since it was pretty wild as it was, up in the front where we were. John urged me to go out and see if I could get myself laid. It was kind of dead, there were only a handful of people milling around, shooting pool or sitting at the bar. However, I noticed a largermostly men, that would either go into the private back room, or return from it. It sounded more lively back there as well, I could hear the music vibrating through the walls.

The men that went to the back were almost certainly bikers, most had on their leathers. The few women I saw go to the back were probably biker chicks. The lady bartender noticed Biker slut stories watching the back. She eyed me over good before answering. Now honestly, I just wanted to find a stud for the night, get a good fucking, then go home. I noticed a group of women, the ly mentioned biker chicks, sitting around a table behind me. They suddenly made a commotion and I turned to look. One woman was holding a shorter straw than the others and they were verbally giving her the business about it.

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The woman got up red faced, smoothed her leather skirt out, took a long drag on her cigarette before putting it out. The woman headed out the front door. The bartender saw my quizzical look. The thought of doing it completely anonymously was making me moist. I Biker slut stories the woman outside, taking a shot of something from a flask, obviously stalling. I had an inspiration based on my prolonged abstinence as well as this now brewing fantasy. The woman was gone. She was still there, hovering outside a small door that looked like it led to a shed, though that shed was attached to the main building.

I touched her shoulder and she spun around. Her hair was nearly in a beehive, her front teeth were snaggled and her eye makeup was positively raccoon. I laid it out for her, the best I could. What are you, a lawyer? Lady, we come out here and suck guys off!

I really had the fantasy of anonymous sex, especially oral, and the glory hole idea had never failed to at least get me horny and here it was, what I thought was the perfect opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of random cocks. I took out my wallet. She saw that I had more. I always use mine to cushion my knees. I heard banging on the wall even before I opened the door. I looked around the tiny room, illuminated only by the light through cracks in the wall as well as the hole.

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It really was a shed, formerly. There was a smell of gasoline or oil as if it was a storage for lawnmowers or equipment. There was nothing in the room, not a chair, a window, or even a light switch. I folded it up carefully and placed it under my knees. I could see why she did it, the floor was nothing but frayed old boards.

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I had just barely hit my knees when the hole was filled by something. Mmm, my first cock. I licked it around the head and it began to perk to life. It was salty, and definitely musky. I licked and swirled my tongue around it and I could hear him talking. I smiled. I took pride that he seemed to be inferring I sucked a better cock than that skank that took my money. My fingers found their way to my tits and I pinched my pierced nipples lightly as I took his cock fully in my mouth. I took it upon myself at this time to lightly spin them around.

He was fully erect now and bucking softly into my mouth. Cock one was getting to that recognizable point of no return and I readied my mouth for its prize. I was not disappointed, he filled my mouth with his cream and I slurped it up like it was heaven sent. Cock two came through and it was slightly longer, but definitely thinner.

I like taking thinner cocks deep, deep as I can and I gave him my best deep throat. I heard appreciative groans from the other side. I smiled and continued worshipping his manhood. His cock was deep in my throat when he started cumming and I choked a little on it, which caused some of his precious cum to drip onto my chest, then down my body to my legs. This cock, and the next one, added their cum to my mouth and my stomach started to gurgle from four lo of cum. My fingers had found my pussy by now and I was going to try and match my orgasm to the next load of cum in Biker slut stories mouth.

God this was heaven. All the cock I can suck and now a fucking, I was in slut nirvana. I loved the way his thick cock felt in me. He expertly pulled out to the very brink before he jammed it back in each time. I Biker slut stories back to playing with my pussy and I was able to time it so that when he started filling me up with his jism I too ed him in orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly, the shed door opened. He was bald but even in the light from the parking lot I could see his head was tattooed. So were his arms, as much as I could see of him. He had a fire in his eyes. He just grabbed me by the back of my hair and yanked me out the door, naked, into the open.

He marched me around to a side door. He threw me through Biker slut stories door onto the middle of the floor. It was like a den of wolves. There were a dozen men, at least, circling me. I could feel their stares burning a whole in my nakedness. I just kept my head down to the floor, I was still sobbing. They seemed to huddle to themselves for a moment, before the leader stepped forward. I chanced a look up at his face as he spoke. His jaw was tight, but he seemed much more in control then he did at the shed door.

My sobs continued as he chided me. He just ignored my pleas. He just laughed. I felt a sickness come on. He pushed my head to the floor and someone tossed him some handcuffs and he snapped them on me, behind my back. I was naked and cuffed on my knees on the cold tile floor while it seemed that the men were swirling around me. Spike returned with some thin wire.

I was panic stricken. He took the wire and fed it through the loops of my nipple rings. He then attached the ends to a ring on the floor, probably used for other bondage games for all I know. I heard whooping and hollering but I kept my head down, trying to preserve at least a perceived anonymity. Suddenly I felt something cold on my ass.

It was leather. I yelped. The men cheered. One after the other, I was being whipped in front of all of them. But here I was, wired to the floor by my nipples while some big mean guy was lashing my ass with a piece of leather and I was getting wet by it, god help me. I think it impressed Spike how much I could take.

Instantly there was a guy behind me. He filled me up only to be replaced by another, then another. I was being gangbanged. I was being worked over by the fourth guy when I saw the door leading to the front part of the bar open, out of the corner of my eye. It was the lady bartender, bringing a round of drinks. The look on her face was of pure shock. I saw her talk privately to Spike while I was getting rode like a wild mare. Spike brought her over to me.

They both squatted down by me. She asked with concern. She just shrugged dismissively. I knew what he meant even before his cock slid around my pussy to coat it with juices. He slipped his meaty cockhead over my puckered asshole. He was remarkably gentle though. He slid it into me slowly and allowed me to get used to accommodating that thick wonderful dick before he started pumping it into me fully. I heard appreciative murmurs from the crowd. As he pumped me, several of the guys who were now working on seconds stood in front of me.

Spike just held on for dear life when I bucked and moaned my way through its heavenly ride. They were done with my mouth, Spike was rhythmically fucking my ass in long strokes, my bound hands reached back and I could feel his cock and his balls as they pounded me. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and impaled me completely on his fucking monster. He filled me with his spunk while I urged him on. He pulled out, I collapsed on the Biker slut stories. I was leaking profusely out of every orifice. I remember burping and it coming up cum, I swear I was filled completely.

The room was quiet, a few of the men were leaving out the front when Spike pulled me to my feet.

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Without a word he uncuffed me, grabbed me by my arm and pushed me back outside.

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