I’ve attended the motorcycle rally in Sturgis, South Dakota almost every year for the last four decades. Like a lot of bikers, I’ve often brought along a “bitch” to service me during the event.
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This was a magical year as Kristen, an old friend and author here on Literotica agreed to go with me to Sturgis. I last met up with and fucked Kristen five years ago. But back then, I couldn’t talk her into being my bitch and going to Sturgis.
This year, I’d plan to ride out to Sturgis with three of my buddies: Beefy, Jumping Bean and Swamper. Swamper is bringing a young college girl named Amy, and has planned on bringing her out to Sturgis almost all year. Jumping Bean, Beefy and I were planning on going solo. But Kristen hinted she wanted to see what a rally was like before she got too old to go, but I could tell she was going to need a big push before she would agree to go.
The truth is, I never thought I would ever see Kristen again. The last time I saw her, five years ago, was intense to say the least. Since then, she’s been living the life of a faithful and devoted wife, and many times she told me that I would never fuck her again, and I believed her. I talked to a mutual friend who told me to forget her.
But the thing about Kristen is that she is truly addicted to white cock, and what’s more, I know she is addicted to being treated like a worthless slut, and she knows that there is no better way to getting that treatment than being a biker’s bitch. I remember once telling her about how a “mama” was someone who was at the disposal of the entire club, and she was fascinated by that. Five years ago, I almost talked her into being our club’s mama for a weekend. In the end, she said she couldn’t do it. But I knew she was intrigued by the idea.
Now at age 35, Kristen is at that point where she worries about getting too old. Don’t get me wrong–she looks great at 35, and could easily pass for someone ten years younger. But she knows that if she’s going to experience something like being a biker’s bitch, it’s now or never.
I told her, it’s just temporary. You’re not going to be my bitch for life, or even for a year. It’s just one trip to Sturgis. Since she was flying to Wisconsin to visit her mom, I decided to drop in on her.
Even though Kristen gets freaked out every time I’ve shown up at her parents’ house, she doesn’t need to worry–her mom loves me. What she didn’t know (but learned recently) that I’ve been fucking her mom ever since I met her five years ago on Kristen’s last trip. Her mom is actually closer in age to me than Kristen is, and is as much of a slut as her daughter, even in her late 50s.
I had sex with her in her parents’ guest room, and not to brag, but I think it went a long ways towards convincing her to go with me to Sturgis. I told her she was already here, and her husband would never have to know that she left her parents’ place.
“But what kind of biker rules would I have to follow?” she asked, lying naked next to me in bed.
“Well, not many,” I said. “You’re going as my bitch, so you’ll have to act like one.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Not too much,” I said. “Just act like a biker’s bitch. Do what I tell you, respect your man, generally follow the code.”
“Do I have to service you whenever you say?” she asked. “That’s what you say that bitches do.”
“Of course, whenever, wherever,” I said. “But you’ll like that part of it. That’s why you want to go.”
“I guess that’s true,” she said. “But are you going to make me do other shit, like be your slave and run your errands.”
“You’re gonna be a biker’s bitch, so yes, you’ll have to do what I say,” I said. “But you know me, I don’t ask for much.”
“You can be a son of a bitch,” she said. “You’ll do things just to watch me squirm.”
“True,” I admitted. “I might make you do some things you don’t want to do.”
“And are you going to punish me if I don’t?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “You can’t just defy me if you’re my bitch.”
“What kinds of things would you make me do?” she asked.
“I don’t know yet,” I replied. “Maybe get me a drink when I want one, cook a meal, polish the bike.”
A long silence passed as Kristen pondered my proposal. I told her to think about it overnight and not to make any hasty decisions. By this time I was pretty sure she would say yes, but by postponing it I think she thought she could maintain some control, maybe negotiate some concessions from me.
Sure enough, the next morning after giving her a good night of sex in which she came countless times, she agreed. I was careful not to abuse her the way I normally would while having sex with her, and let her enjoy it. I knew I hadn’t been completely truthful about what I wanted to do with her during the rally, but I didn’t feel that bad because I knew she would like it.
“Okay, I guess I’m going with you,” Kristen said with a little nervous laugh. “I’m actually going to be a biker’s bitch.”
“Livin’ the dream,” I said. “You always wanted to do this, sweetheart.”
I reached into a bag and showed Kristen what I expected her to wear during the journey, a leather bra, a leather mini-skirt, and a pair of knee-high spiked leather boots. I made a point of telling her that she was not allowed to wear any underwear, as I wanted her bare cunt rubbing up against my seat as she rides behind me on the bike. Kristen said she couldn’t wear the biker bitch outfit in front of her mom and I agreed she could change later.
I didn’t show her the leather slave collar and a pair of leather wrist cuffs all with locks that I had brought with me. I knew she would freak if she saw them. I planned to put those on her once we had gotten to the point of no return.
Day 1
That first day was a 500 mile trip to Sioux Falls. On the way, we stopped at a secluded spot where Kristen changed into the leather bra and mini skirt. If I was any younger, I might have come in my pants, she looked so hot. I hadn’t planned on it, but I made her blow me right then and there and I came in less than a minute.
Afterwards, I took out the collar. She looked at me quizzically as I put it on her. I then put on the leather wrist cuffs on her and locked them in place. They just look like leather bracelets so Kristen didn’t think anything of them. What she didn’t know is that they were locked and she won’t be able to remove them. They also had O-rings so that I could put a leash on the collar or use the wristbands as handcuffs. I knew Kristen was going to enjoy being restrained while being fucked.
After a long day of riding, made very enjoyable by having Kristen holding onto me the whole time, we arrived at our hotel. Swampy and some of the others were arriving at the same time. The security guard was walking by as we parked for the night. Checking out my bike, he shot me quite a look when he saw a scantily clad woman in a collar and cuffs clinging to me on the back of my bike. Kristen blushed, but didn’t say anything.
I told him, “That’s my bitch I’m keeping her either naked or close to naked. Go ahead and take a long look at her, don’t be shy. I’ll slide off the seat so you can get a good look at that cunt. Bitch, spread your legs for the man who is going to make sure our bikes are safe for the night!”
Kristen looked stunned and was frozen on the seat of the bike, unable to move. So, I walked behind her grabbing her thighs to spread them so that the guard could have a clear view of her clean shaved cunt under the mini-skirt. The guard, a young college kid working a summer job, stared at Kristen’s cunt with a hungry look on his face. While Kristen blushed and looked very embarrassed, I noticed that her cunt was glistening with cunt juice. Clearly, she was turned on, as well as ashamed.
At that point, we began to unload our stuff. It’s understood in our group that the women bring what we need into the rooms, while the men relax from the long day’s ride. Kristen might not have known that, but she was about to learn.
“Bitches, unpack the packs, and order dinner. Your men are hungry,” I said to Kristen and Amy.
Kristen and Amy did as they were told, and after we had all eaten dinner, some of the guys wanted to hit a strip club. But I had other plans.
“Everyone, I’m going to retire for a bit so that I can fuck my bitch,” I announced. “I want to see what kind of new skills she’s got after our first meeting. I’ll be sure and give you a full report on her when I’m finished.”
Kristen’s eyes got big, as she realized that I was talking about her. I knew that publicly talking about what I was going to do to her was humiliating for her, but there was nothing she could do about it. If she thought it was just going to be regular sex behind closed doors, she was sadly mistaken. I laughed to myself as I thought about all I had in store for her during the trip. But all in good time, I thought to myself. I thought I should ease her into things by fucking her in private, rather than fuck her out in the open in front of everyone, something I planned on doing later in the week. Then I clipped a leash onto her collar.
“C’mon, bitch — let’s go and get busy,” I said as I gave Kristen’s leash a pull. She had no choice but to trail behind me with her eyes downcast, as I led her by the leash. I heard the guys chuckling, making a few cat-calls, and a few comments like: “Fuck her good, man,” “Use that bitch,” and “Show her what’s she’s good for.” I knew Kristen hates stuff like that. A few other hotel guests see me pulling her along and shake their heads in disgust.
As we enter the room, I notice that Kristen’s cunt is wet again. This kind of treatment may be more than she expected, I know, and she seems kind of in shock and agitated, but I’m glad to see she’s also very turned on. I think she is going to work out just fine this trip.
I know she doesn’t care for the leash, but she knows better than to say anything because there’s not much she can do about it. She knows me well enough to know that complaining about it is only going to make things worse for her.
“Get your clothes off, bitch I want to see all of you,” I commanded, taking off the leash.
Kristen strips off the bra, mini-skirt, socks and boots so that she is naked, except for the collar and cuffs. I turn her around, bending over, to rub her tits, ass and cunt, so that I could make a full inspection. I then clipped her wrist cuffs behind her back with an O-ring, and she yelps in protest.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she asks. “We never talked about this.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said as I jammed my cock into her mouth.
She gags momentarily, but soon manages to take it all in, and begins slurping and sucking on my dick. I give her a good long face fucking, hard enough to make her jaw ache.
After enjoying the sloppy blowjob, I flipped her over to fuck her roughly from behind. With her hands cuffed behind her, she has no choice but to bury her head in the pillow with her ass in the air. I repeatedly smacked her ass hard while I pound away.
She screams each time I hit her. Kristen’s the kind of girl you want to push to the edge. It’s so delicious watching her face convey fear and concern as I smack her around. I know my thick cock stretches her tight pussy in a way her husband’s tiny dick could never do.
The night before, as I was trying to convince her to come with me to Sturgis, I was so gentle as I slid in and out of her. Now, I am pounding her relentlessly and mercilessly. The sounds coming out of her mouth suggests there is a lot of pain and discomfort as well as pleasure.
Although I really hadn’t given her any foreplay, Kristen nevertheless loudly climaxes suddenly, moaning and yelping. She seems pretty spent, but I just keep pounding her poor battered pussy. Just before I am ready to shoot my load, I flip her back around so that she is facing me. It’s a bit uncomfortable for her because she’s still got her hands cuffed behind her and her back is being crushed on top of them every time I thrust. I take my dick out of her pussy and ram it into her mouth, just as I began to spurt my cum.
I have to hand it to her. She can tell I’m about to blow, and without the use of her hands, she is able to wrap her lips around my cock and catch all the cum in her mouth. She manages to swallow almost all of my load, with just a bit of the gooey white sperm dribbling out of the side of her mouth. I tell her to continue to suck for a few minutes just to make sure she has cleaned up my cock properly. I slide my cock in and out of mouth for a while, enjoying the treatment her lips are giving.
“Ahhhh.. that felt good,” I say. “This is going to be a good trip, bitch. And we’re just getting started.”
I know she wants to give me a dirty look, but she also doesn’t want to pay the price for it. So she looks at me neutrally, and I stare back, daring her to disrespect me. I’d love a good reason to whip her ass. I love owning this bitch, especially after all her reluctance to let me have her.
Finally, I unclipped Kristen’s arms, and she collapsed on the bed. I could tell she needed some time to recover. She’s had quite a day–the kind of day she couldn’t have possibly imagined happening just 48 hours before. I left the room, and entered Swamper’s room to the sound of cheers from Beefy, Jumping Bean and Swamper. Amy has an embarrassing grin on her face. I can guess what has just happened.
I described Kristen’s sexual performance in great detail for everyone. If Kristen knew what I said, it would kill her. Beefy and Jumping Bean both say they regret not bringing a bitch. They complain that the strip club girls didn’t put out. Handing the boys my key card I tell them, “Blow jobs only.” I wish I could be there to see the look on Kristen’s face when the two men come into the room to use her, but I also know she’ll hate the fact that they feel like they can use her without my even being there.
In a more jovial mood, they head to the room as Swamper and I make plans for the next day. As we talk, he has Amy kneel in front of him for a blow job himself. I know Amy hates the fact I am there and what’s worse is that Swamper is talking as if she is not even there, making her feel like she is just a suction toy.
The brothers return in about 45 minutes. I ask how was it. They both laugh looking at Amy. Beefy replies, “It’s like Chinese food. You think you’re satisfied but within an hour you’re hungry again.” I think, if only Kristen was here to hear them trash talking her.
Swamper then adds, “Boy if you want some meat and potatoes, I will send Amy to your room in an hour.”
They hand over one of their room keys and leave. I also say time to go and I leave as well.
Once in the room I see that Beefy and Jumping Bean have cuffed her hands behind her back and attached the leash to the bed. Kristen is lying uncomfortably on the bed. She gets onto her knees, and is about to say something when I slap her across the face,
“Bitch when I send my brothers over for a blow job, they better leave with balls drained to the point they cannot cum again that night.”
Looking at me puzzled I explain what they said in Swamper’s room and how now Amy is going to have to finish what she started. I slap her again then dropping my pants as I shove my cock in her mouth using it like a second cunt. She looks dazed afterwards, and I can’t help giving her another slap, just for the hell of it. She’ll sleep tonight with her hands cuffed behind her back. For good measure, I tie the leash to the bed. If I know Kristen, one part of her desperately wants to leave.