Hogs
My life became a running string of work and pleasure that I never dreamed of. I went to The Dungeon, entertained Devona, and spent time with George. Work was fine, and I managed to do everything they asked me to do and then some. I continued to suggest improvements and many of them were accepted. One so much so that Mr. Barnett came to my little office to congratulate me and present me with a big check representing a percentage of all the money that the company saved with my idea. I was on cloud nine.
The winter came and went, soon the cold days and nights were forgotten, and spring sprung in her most glorious style. Flowers bloomed, trees leafed out and everybody smiled. Richmond had been the capital city of the Confederacy back in the nineteenth century and she was full of history, statues, and dedications to solders, politicians and even slaves. A past governor once even dedicated money to a monument remembering the Jewish holocaust of the second world war. The city was a great place to explore, the James River ran through the middle of her and provided most of the city water supply. Not to mention a recreational playground for everybody.
George took me to Myrtle Beach that spring to ride with the HOGs. That was the acronym for the Harley Owners Group. They assembled in Myrtle Beach and Daytona Beach once every year for a drunken brawl limited to motorcycle owners. I wasn't sure I wanted to participate but George talked me into taking a vacation from work and riding on the back of his "scooter." I did enjoy riding for short trips but eight hours on that thing to get to the beach seemed like way too much. Yes, I went.
Arrival was on a Sunday night and we checked into a motel that was right on the beach. That was nice, and the weather was warm and sunny. I stripped to my bikini and grabbed a towel expecting a lounge on the sand.
"Where are you going?"
"I am going to the beach."
"I don't do the beach."
"Okay, go do whatever you do. I will meet you back here at sundown."
"I want to show you off to the other bikers."
"George, I am hot, tired, unclean and not worthy of being shown off."
"You're beautiful."
"I don't feel beautiful. Please let me acclimate to the beach, and I will make you proud tonight at dinner with your friends?"
"I guess so."
I ignored his pout and headed out the door with nothing in my hands but a key and a towel. The beach was crowded but I managed to find a spot down on the hard sand where the tide comes up to. Nobody likes to lay on the hard sand I guess.
I soaked in the sun, got hot and then ran out into the water cooling off. I made it back to the room just before the sun dropped into the tree line to the west. I looked back at the beach and tried to imagine what it would look like when it rose there in the morning. I decided that I wanted to see that.
A long hot shower, some makeup and a good hair brush out later I was ready for George to take me to dinner. He was nowhere to be found.
I turned on the TV and sat down to wait. This sucked. Was this punishment? I didn't know but if it lasted too much longer I would find my own food.
George didn't return and finally I picked up my purse, checked my face and headed out the door. The streets were packed with motorcycles and people dressed in leather vests advertising various motorcycle clubs. The parade of bikes going up and down the street was constant and the noise ear splitting. It was hard to believe how loud it was. I walked for a few blocks and nothing changed, the scene was the same everywhere you looked. Bars with bikes parked out front, motorcycles going up and down the street and crowds of bikers.
I found a Waffle House that wasn't too crowded. They didn't serve beer. I went in and sat at the counter, ordered a breakfast meal and some coffee. The meal was good, and I felt much better. Back out on the street I wondered how to find George.
I wandered back toward the motel and looked for his motorcycle. That turned out to be futile, there were way too many and most of them looked alike to me. I roamed the other side of the motel but stayed in the main street. There were a myriad of vendors selling everything from engine parts to t-shirts. I saw a t-shirt I thought was cute and bought it for George. The back of it said, "If you can read this the bitch fell off."
I wandered around for a while and then walked back to the motel. The room was still vacant and clearly George hadn't returned to get me.
It was getting late and I was tired, so I got naked and crawled between the sheets and went right to sleep.
I came awake in a start as someone opened the door to the room and I heard a lot of laughing and talking. When the fog of sleep cleared I saw a room full of guys in leather outfits, vests, hats, boots and other motorcycle regalia.
George walked to the head of the bed and grabbed the sheet and blanket tearing it to the bottom of the bed. That left me naked and curled up in the fetal position with six guys staring at me.
George grabbed my wrists and flipped me onto my face, so my rump was exposed to the crowd. He sat in front of my face and held me there while I felt strange hands rubbing my ass. Somebody grabbed one foot and somebody else grabbed another pulling me apart and exposing my vagina like a split pea. The first guy jumped in between my legs and began to spread my cheeks to make way for his cock when George spoke up and said, "Condom and lube, no exceptions."
"I ain't got any," Came the response.
"Then you don't fuck her." George responded.
Somebody produced a box of condoms and a tube of jelly lube and a round of thank you's ensued.
Other than the table itself and being held down with hands, this wasn't much different from The Dungeon. Yea, it was different, I didn't like it one bit. I was mad at George for leaving me alone and now he shows up pimping my ass to his buddies for god knows what.
They swapped around, and everybody got off in a condom in my ass. Nobody seemed to want any pussy. I wasn't hurt physically but I was plenty pissed. When George finally let me up and the crowd left. He smiled and said he would see me again in a couple of hours. ""Get cleaned up and be ready."
All I said was, "Yes Master."
That's what I said but the next thing I did was clean up and pack my bag. I didn't have a lot of clothes to start with and the bag took only a few minutes to fill. I went out the door and hung the do not disturb sign on it as I closed it.
