Lyndia’s Biker Adventure

Chapter 4

Q-Tip

(BOB’S STORY)

I heard Eric make a telephone call behind while I watched Lyndia begging to be fucked. I could plainly see the desire on her face, her eyes half open and her lips wet and shinny.  Her chest was flushed a deep red, she had been so turned on for so long that it looked like a rash.  Her labia were clearly visible from where I stood, swollen and red.  A large dark wet spot colored the cushions under her.

"OK Bob, it's all set," Eric said behind me as he turned and started down the stairs.  I watched for a moment as he walked over to the cushions were Jeania was still eating Lyndia's cunt.  As Eric started to talk to her, I also turned and left.

I walked down the steps, out the backdoor to my truck, it was still very warm out, and I could feel the sweat making my shirt stick to my back.  Twenty minutes later I pulled into the parking lot of a local porno video store. There were several other vehicles in the lot as I walked in the backdoor and past the booths showing videos.  The recorded groans of aroused women followed me all the way to the front counter.

Both Ernie and Art greeted me by name.  They were both friends of Eric's and were surprised that things had progressed so fast.  Ernie was older, small and bald, he generally worked the counter making change for quarters for the video booths and ringing up the sales of magazines or "marital aides."  Art was the owner, in his forties his belly easily touched the back of the counter from where he stood.

"She's ready?" he asked, his eyes very bright.  Art was going to have the time of his life that night, and he knew it.

"Oh yes," I said.  "Eric's got her primed just right. Where can I hide?"  I asked looking around.

"In here," Art said coming out from behind the counter.  "This booth is perfect, it will give you a good view of the front of the store and, if you look through the 'blow-hole' you can see into the double booth with the couch next door."

(LYNDIA’S STORY)

I felt Eric touch me and I turned toward him.  I was still lying on the pool table and I was shamelessly begging to be fucked.  Jeana has just crawled up so that her face was close to mine, her eyes wide and her hand busy between her thighs.  I could see my cunt juice shinning on her lips.

"It's time to go Lyndia," Eric said.  He helped me crawl off the pool table and he supported me as I tried to stand.  I could feel the river of pussy juice and cum running down my thighs and forming a puddle on the wood floor of the clubhouse.

Eric started walking me toward the door, still naked.  I could hear the crowd talking about me as I walked, leaning heavily on Eric.  I had just shamelessly fucked most of the men.  I had stood on the bar and hunched down to show my enflamed cunt.  I was so aroused, since I wasn't allowed to cum until Bob said I could, that my legs didn't want to work right.  I felt humiliated and even more excited hearing the people talk about me as I walked.  I heard both the men and women talking about the slut, the whore.  I could hear them commenting on the sight of my swollen cunt and hard aching nipples.

One woman wanted Eric to make me lick up the trail of cunt juice and cum that I was leaving behind as I walked.  I looked at him as he thought about it, hoping that he'd make me get down on my hands and knees and shamelessly lick my cunt juice off the floor in front of all these people.

Eric led me out of the clubhouse and to a pickup truck parked almost at the highway.  It was warm, the moon was full, and as I walked several cars drove by, anyone of the drivers would have seen me easily, if they looked.  The thought sent a thrill through my throbbing cunt.

The pickup truck had one of those black bed-liners made of some kind of hard plastic.  I watched as Eric lowered the tailgate and told me to get in.  Eric had me lay on my back in the middle of the truck bed.  I didn't see the rope, but suddenly Eric was stretching my arms above my head and tying them to the truck.  He spread my legs wide and did the same thing, tying me spread-eagle, naked, in the bed of the truck.

I know I moaned as Eric turned on a very large vibrator and shoved it roughly inside my pussy as far as it would go.  I could feel it buzzing inside of me as he shoved something hard, maybe a brick, against the vibrator's base to make sure it didn't fall out.  He roughly pulled on my hard nipples and I watched as he put clamps on them.  I'd never seen nipple clamps before and I watched, fascinated, as he tightened each one down.  The hard pinch of the clamps sent even more sensations straight into my cunt as he pulled on the bright silver chain that connected them.

The sides of the pickup where crowded with people from the clubhouse watching as Eric secured me.  All the while they were commenting on me and giving Eric suggestions on what he should do to me.  Tied up, on public display with the vibrator in my cunt was arousing agony.  I begged Eric to let me cum, my cunt ached from the need, but he just ignored my pleas and I heard the truck door slam as he got in.

I could feel the warm air blowing over my overheated body as Eric pulled the truck onto the highway, cars passing on either side as we drove.  Every bump of the truck sent the vibrator jumping inside of me propelled by the hard object that was holding it.  Every time my tits moved the clamps caused my nipples to ache.  I was moaning constantly, afraid I'd be seen yet hoping that I would be, that I'd be seen as the slut I am.

Eric slowed the truck as we pulled up beside a big rig.  The driver looked down, first in surprise and then in concern, at the sight of a naked woman tied spread-eagle in the back of the pickup truck beside him.  His concern vanished when I mouthed, "Please fuck me," up at him and fucked my hips up and down.  I wanted to cum so badly, I was begging for release over the noise of the traffic.  His grin was huge as he blew his air-horn, a short blast that I felt inside my cunt.  I looked up at his eyes and moaned, I thought my humiliation complete.

It was a short time later that Eric pulled off the highway and onto city streets.  We stopped and Eric came around to help me up.  Leaving the ropes tied to my wrists and legs and the clamps still on my nipples, he helped me down from the back of the truck.  We were in a rough neighborhood, in front of a porno shop.  Hanging around in front were a group of boys, all black, wearing gang-style clothing.

"Hey, watza got there?"

"Man, look at that cunt.  You need any help?" They gathered around close, looking like they might try to take me away from Eric.  A part of me was scared; a larger part wanted them to fuck me.

I watched as one rubbed his crotch with his long black fingers.  "Oh look.  She wants some black meat, don't yeah whore?"

The door to the porno shop opened and several bikers stepped out.

"Hey boys," Eric said.  "Why don't you come inside and join the fun.  We're all goin' fuck this bitch."

(BOB’S STORY)

I watched from my hiding place inside the movie booth as Lyndia was led in the door.  I almost couldn't believe what I saw as the crowd of black gang members entered behind her.  Both her hands and ankles were trailing rope and nipple clamps were screwed firmly on her hard nipples.  One hand was between her thighs trying to hold a wildly vibrator dildo inside her.  Her legs were wet from her juices and her labia were swollen and very red.

She was moaning almost constantly and every time someone commented on the blonde bitch she'd turn toward him and offer herself.  My cock was hard, throbbing hard and dripping inside my pants, as I heard her begging Eric to let her cum.  I realized that the agony of delaying her orgasm so much, of having so much stimulation without release, was having an effect on her mind.  Better than a drug or drink, the only thing she could think about was her cunt and the release that she needed to have, at any cost.

As Eric gave her his next direction I could see that Lyndia's need to be totally submissive had merged with her need to be sexually humiliated.

"Lyndia, you should walk around the store and introduce yourself to everybody.  Tell them your name and what you are, Lyndia.  Tell them what you'll do for them," Eric said as he removed the vibrator that was still buzzing, slick with Lyndia's honeyed fluid.

I watched, my cock jumping up and down on its own, as Lyndia started walking, the ropes and teenagers trailing behind her.  As she approached Art I heard her say, "Hi my name's Lyndia and I'm a slut.  I'll do anything you want."

"Oh Lyndia," it was Eric.  "That's not good enough.  What kind of a slut are you and what will you do?"

Art reached out and tugged on Lyndia's nipple chain causing her to close her eyes and moan as she thrust her breasts at him.

"Hi my name is Lyndia and I'm a slut whore for cock," she said.  "I'll suck your cock or you can fuck my face or my cunt or my asshole."

I watched as Lyndia bent over from the waist, her nipple chain still being pulled by the stranger. Surrounded by raunchy porno magazines my beautiful, blonde, elegant wife moaned loudly, "OH GOD PLEASE, SOMEBODY FUCK MY CUNT AND LET ME CUUUUUUUM..."