Louise: Bier Bang

Firstly, thank you to all of my followers and readers. I'm quite aware that my stories aren't for everyone, and I'm content with that, I write the stories that I like, in the hope that others like them too. This story was written at request by two very special fans who contacted me. This is their fantasy.

This story contains themes of domination, consensual group sex, submission and swinging. If those aren't your things, best if you read no further.

Louise: Biker Bang

"Ahh this is heaven!" I sighed resting my hands on the railings on the back porch of the holiday cottage. Bodmin Moor rolled in the distance, dappled by patches of summer sunlight. The clouds clustered and broke, allowing soft rays of beautiful sunshine to caress the lush, green landscape.

I felt strong, capable hands on my shoulders and instantly closed my eyes.

"The view is all the better with you in it" John whispered huskily in my ear. I shivered, knowing that a good hard fuck was in my immediate future.

"Oh, you like huh?" I purred as I rolled my head, resting my cheek on his right hand and pushing my ass back into him. He ground his bulge into me, then wrapped his arms around my waist.

"The view isn't going anywhere, let's go inside" he said, tugging at my waist.

"Maybe I like the view more?" I teased.

"Well in that case... let's give you the best of both worlds. Besides, you owe me" he said. Quickly he pushed me over the balustrade, pinning me against the smooth wood. He held me firmly, flipping up my short dress with his free hand. Oh, he always knew how to get me going. He never treated me with disrespect, but he knew that treating me rough got me going. Scratch the surface and I was proud to be called a slut.

"Oh! Whatever will the neighbours think?!" I cried in mock surprise, my blonde wavy locks cascading across my face.

He Ignored me, he snorted, knowing full well that our cottage was half a mile from the nearest house.

"No panties?" He murmured in approval.

"Of course not! I knew you'd want some, especially after such a long drive" I said smugly. It had been a very long drive from our home. Hours and hours of motorway driving, interspersed with a few short stops at services. We'd made great time and been lucky with the traffic.

As the day wore on, the heat got higher and beat through the windows. Our Aircon seemed to barely cool the air before the sun roasted it again. During the last hour of the journey, I'd got hot, bothered and bored and felt very mischievous. I'd reached over into his lap and caressed his bulge, with my right hand. I spread my legs, letting my skirt fall between my legs, barley covering my melting sex. I pressed the material against me, relishing the feeling of my digits and the smooth fabric against my pussy.

John had groaned and I'd worked one handed to release his cock, before it grew too hard to wrestle out of his shorts.

I'd slowly stroked him, building his lust, but not letting him cum. I kept him on edge for about half an hour before sighing and releasing his pulsing member. He'd groaned with frustration. I'd smirked and stared out of the window.

"Better get there quick..." I'd left the sentence hanging. John had sped up, probably breaking some laws, in his haste to get to the cottage.

Once we'd turned off the motorway, we travelled a short distance on an A road through a small town. Just on the other side of the town we turned again, this time onto smaller roads, then narrow tracks to get to the isolated holiday home.

We'd only been in the house for a few minutes when I flung open the back door and took in the view.

Now bent over, totally at his mercy, I smiled to myself, greatly anticipating the long shaft about to plunge deep into me. I didn't look back, that would have spoiled it, instead I wiggled my ass back at him.

"Now which one?" He pondered, rubbing his tip up and down from my aching clit and hungry pussy to my impatient asshole.

I bit my lip, not long to wait now. I knew he was too horny to tease me for long. He gave me no warning and plunged into my tight cunt. I gave a guttural sigh, arched my back and pushed my ass back onto him as he pushed forward. Oh fuck, it felt so good! John's cock was perfect, I fitted him like a glove, he always reached the right place, at the right time. I closed my eyes and hung my head, I knew he wanted to fuck me, and he knew I wanted to be fucked by him.

"Yesssss!!" I hissed. "Fuck me!" I continued. John picked up the pace, banging me into the banister. With each thrust, his balls clashed into my hood piercing, which in turn rubbed my clit deliciously.

"Holy shit I love how tight you are Louise!" He moaned. I could feel his excitement pulsing in me, I didn't know if he'd last long, especially after my merciless tease in the car. He slammed into me harder.

"Make me your slut baby, teach me a lesson!" I groaned excitedly.

"That's it huh? You want to be my fuck slut this week? Making your cunt, arse and mouth available for me?" He growled.

"I'm always your fuck slut! Anytime, anyplace, in any hole, and with anyone you chose!" I gasped.

I felt his cock twitch inside me as I said it.

"You'd love that wouldn't you? Another cock in your mouth right now? Whilst I fuck your dripping cunt?" He snarled at me, gripping my hair and pulling my head back.

"Yes! Oh yes! I want it so bad! I'll be your nasty slut toy, your fuck whore!" I called, my own excitement building.

John quickly pulled out of my steaming pussy, and a heartbeat later, I felt his crown pushing against my anus. He must have been slippery with my juices, I felt barely any resistance before he was entering into my dark hole. As he pushed slowly and insistently, I gasped at the switch from sheer pleasure of having his sizable cock inside my pussy, replaced with the pleasure / pain of anal.

I gripped the porch support and bit down hard on my lip, breathing through the discomfort, knowing that it would fade very soon to be replaced by something far more enjoyable. A good anal fuck was totally different from having my cunt rammed. There are far less nerve endings in the anus, but the thought of being ass fucked turned me on immensely. Anal was a regular part of our sex lives, but I still thought of it as dirty. That same dirty thought got me off.

John held still about 1/3rd of his dick inside me. I breathed through, allowing myself to be stretched and getting used to the feeling again. I nodded briefly and he slid another inch of so into me. Gradually he pulled back and sawed into me slowly. Every time he pulled back, he would enter me a little bit more till after a few minutes I felt a his pelvis resting against my ass.

My breathing was returning to normal, and I wiggled my ass onto him to let him know it was ok to carry on. John got the hint and began to slowly fuck me. After a few strokes I heard him spit and felt it hit just above my stretched arsehole. I moaned, almost delirious with pleasure now.

John pumped me for another couple of minutes, his thrusts started to get jerky, and I knew he was close. I quickly pushed my ass against him. It was unexpected and he stumbled a little, enough for me to push his cock out of me. I moaned in frustration, quickly groping blind for his cock, desperate to have it fitted back into my tight hole.

However, John had other ideas. He scooped me up under the arms, turned me and pushed me roughly against the rough wood. Raising one of my legs, he jabbed his cock into my hungry cunt. In one swift thrust. He thrust four or five times, threw his head back and emptied himself into me. I could feel every jet, squirt and drop of his scalding cum painting the inners of my suckling cunt. I collapsed my head on his shoulder, shivering, so close to my own orgasm.

John held me still for a few minutes, before letting me down gently. He held me, planting a soft, satisfied kiss on my lips. I panted, still hungry, still in search of my own climax.

"Baby I need to cum" I said, a slight whine in my voice. John laughed.

"Not till I tell you too" he said staring straight into my eyes. Sensing my dismay, he simply said:

"It's what you get for teasing me, a taste of your own medicine". I sighed and thought about putting my parts on, or just dropping to the floor and rubbing myself off. But the domineering gleam in his eye stopped me in my tracks. I was never afraid of John. We were good together. One of the reasons we were so good was that we knew each other's limits and natural states. He was my Stag, my Dom. I was his Sub. Simple.

As such when he told me not to cum, there was no argument. I smiled ruefully and tried to smooth down my dress. I did notice that a trickle of cum was leaking down my inner thigh, I was about to wipe it away when John noticed.

"Leave it, I kind of like seeing your covered in cum" he remarked, a shit eating smirk on his face.

I smirked back, on his wavelength.

We went inside and started to unpack. More cum leaked from me, till both of my inner thighs were sticky and wet. I tried, not very subtly, to entice John to another hard fuck by bending over plenty. My short dress wasn't long enough to cover my ass when I bent over, so I knew he could see everything I had to offer.

Just as I thought he was going to give in, his phone rang.

He bustled off, talking about work. We'd promised that we wouldn't work during this holiday, but it was a difficult promise to keep, for both of us. So, I let it slide.

Whilst he was busy, I checked the cupboards and the fridge. Pretty empty. John came back in and I motioned to the empty kitchen. He nodded.

"Hey hold on a sec" he said into the phone, covering the mouthpiece.

"Take the car and drive into that town we went through, there was supermarket just off the main road, pick up whatever you need" he said

"Can't you come with me? You know I don't like country lanes" I said nervously.

"Louise you'll be fine. It's not far. 15 minutes max" he said, passing me the car keys and turning back to his call.

Fine I thought, he'll bloody owe me later. I went to the bedroom, john was sitting on the bed, still talking. I was annoyed and rifled through my bag to find a pair of panties. Suddenly a pillow hit me! I looked up to the culprit. John was shaking his head and wagging his finger. He pointed at the delicate thong in my hand and wagged his finger again as he continued with his conversation.

Annoyed I threw tiny thong at him, snatched my handbag and marched out of the door. Fumbling with the car key, I climbed into the driver's seat. I sat down, too late realising that my skirt was under my ass. Cum seeped into the fabric of my skirt. Cursing, I sat for a moment wondering if I should just sit bare assed on the seat.

Sighing I realised it was better to save the upholstery. I'd just have to stand outside the shop and let myself dry when I got there. I spent another minute adjusting the seat and mirrors, I was just about to pull out of the driveway, when John banged on the passenger window, scaring my half to death. I put the car back into neutral and he pulled the door open.

"Sorry" He grinned sheepishly, quickly pulling himself into the passenger seat. I glared at him, trying to convey my anger at him, yet at the same time feeling relieved that he was at least coming with me.

The roads around the holiday lodge were tight, both of the wing mirrors nearly touched each side and grass grew in large tufts in the middle of the track. I went slow, praying that I didn't meet anything coming the other way.

After 5 minutes I turned left and the road opened out a little. Passing places had been carved out of the hedges. I began to feel better.

It would have been fine, but for a group of motorcycles who roared up behind me. I glanced in my rear-view mirror, I couldn't see how many there were, but they clearly knew the roads well. I loved bikers, big rough and tough men, large hands, corded muscles. My pussy twitched at the thought of such a man laying his hands on me, tearing at my clothes.

I forced myself to snap back to reality, I really needed an orgasm! What I didn't love about bikers however, was how they often swarm around the back of your car. I was already feeling nervous being on narrow, unknown roads. I tried to pull over as much as possible to let them get past. If I went slowly, they should all be able to get through, and then I could stare at their tight leather clad asses (Oh my god stop!).

"Lou!" John shouted in warning.

My lapse in concentration drove me to steer a little too much to the left. A heavy thump and suddenly I was fighting with the steering. The whole front of the car was trying to pull to the left. I slammed the breaks on, just as the parade of bikers cruised past.

We sat in my car for a few moments, letting the shock pass. Then I pushed the door open and stalked around to the nearside front of the car. John couldn't open the passenger door, instead he clambered over the gear stick and though the drivers door. I was so intent on looking at the damage, that I didn't immediately notice the bikers had stopped and were turning around.

The front tyre had burst. Not a tiny puncture, but a gigantic rip in the tyre wall. I looked along the near side of the car. There were rocks strewn all against the verge.

I balled my fists by my side and stared up to the sky "FUCK!!" I screamed. Huffing and puffing I went to get my phone from my bag. No signal. "FUCK!!" I roared.

John put his hand on my shoulder "It's just an accident, we'll get it sorted"

I jabbed uselessly at my phone and began to hold it high up in the air, the way people do, vainly hoping that a stray signal will hook them up again. John went to the boot and pulled it open, looking for the repair kit.

Throaty roars interrupted my misery and the six bikers pulled in front of me.

"Hey babe, you won't get signal out here" A gruff voice called over the purr of the engine between his thighs.

I glanced around, there were 6 of them, they all had bikes of different sorts, and they were all dressed in leather, despite the heat. I was a little caught off guard.

"Let's see if we can help" The lead biker called in a soft Cornish burr. Switching off his engine, he climbed slowly from his mount. He was huge; at least 6' 6", broad shoulders tapered like a triangle into his hips. Even under his bulky leather, I could tell he was flat stomached. His arms were bulging against the leather, and his legs filled his tight leather pants like they'd been sprayed on. I caught my breath, unable to speak for a moment.

He pulled his helmet off; both his close-cropped beard and his short dark hair were peppered with grey. His eyes were piercing blue. My pussy instantly creamed and my nipples shot to hardness. To say I fancied him was a massive understatement. I guess I could have blamed it on the fucking, or the fact the John left me hanging. But honestly, I knew I was instantly attracted to him. He was powerful and raw.

He strode toward me, sizing me up making my cunt twitch again. He swerved off to his right and began to inspect the damage to my tyre. I watched him bend over. His leather clad ass was tight and hard.

I was dimly aware of his companions dismounting, and glanced nervously at them. They were all leather clad. All big men, the smallest no shorter than 5' 10" or so. All of them were broad and looked strong and capable.

I shivered, despite the heat, and fidgeted on the roadside, not sure what to do with myself. Brief images of sweaty, grizzled bikers pawing at my clothes flashed through my mind. John slammed the boot shut, making me jump a little. He walked past me toward the guys, he quickly squeezed my ass as he breezed through, stoking the small fire in my pussy. I had no wish to actually be raped; but the thought of being *taken*, only resisting a little for appearances sake, seriously got my juices flowing.

Two of the group stood staring at me, visors raised either arms crossed, or thumbs hooked into their belts. John joined the others all gathered around the car, carrying the repairs kit. John didn't seem to have any enmity toward the group, although to show any anger might have got him a beating. John's not a pussy, but 6 on 1 is pretty bad odds. I saw John exchange greetings with the tallest, the one who seemed to be the pack leader, they chatted for a minute, glancing my way.

"Tyre's fucked mate" one of them murmured.

"Yeah, no patching that" another agreed.

The lead biker stood again and approached me, he came to within a couple of feet of me, towering over me. "It's a tow job I'm afraid" he said, his voice gravelly.

"Mike? Can you ride to the garage and get the truck?" He said to one of the group, throwing him a set of keys.

"Look don't worry, we'll get you sorted. I've got my own garage in town. Mike will go and get the tow truck and we can get the tyre replaced without much drama" He indicated the man mounting his Bike.

I nodded, feeling some measure of relief. At the same time, the irritational part of my brain felt intense disappointment that he hadn't just thrown me over the bonnet and fucked me till I passed out.

"Thanks" I said in a small voice, feeling intimidated by this giant, sexy, man.

"I'm Rob. I guess this was mostly our fault, seems like the least we can do to help you out. Besides, it's not a hardship to help a good-looking girl like you" he said, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. I blushed, absurdly pleased that he's called me good looking. He knew I was putty in his hands and he looked at me like a hunter does its prey. John smirked at me, knowing that the compliment would have sent twitches through my body.

"You're not local. You must be at the cottage down the road. I know the farmer that owns the place, he's a fucking twat. Still, he must be a better sort than I thought if he let the place to you." Rob said laughing. His mates laughed too, all of them now removing their helmets.

They were all hard looking men, all looked like they worked for a living.

"This here's my mates, Chris" he indicated a tall guy closely cropped brown hair. He was skinny and narrow, barely any hips. He looked young and nervous, maybe 20 at the most.

"Dave" Rob pointed to a smaller guy with long greying hair pulled back into a ponytail, which fell across his impossibly broad shoulders. He was built like a tank, massive arms strained against his leathers. He was clean shaven, his grey eyes sparkled and I could see tattoos spiralling down under his jacket collar.

"Mark" he gestured to the next in line. I tried to discreetly size him up too, 6' and willowy. I got the impression that tight corded muscles ran through his entire body. Glancing into his face, I blushed when I saw the mischievous smirk on his face.

"Si" He indicated to the last man in the group. Si was busy taking his jacket off and I saw a network of scars along his arms. He wasn't as big as the others, but his arms were toned and looked strong. He nodded back at me.

"Mike, you saw scooting off. Now who might you be?" Rob asked.

"Errrr, Louise" I answered, trying to muster some confidence in the face of these guys.

"Pleased to meet you, Louise. We've got a little while before Mike gets back. We might as well make ourselves comfortable" Rob said, boldly putting his arms around my shoulder and steering me to his bike.

I was so taken aback that I didn't protest at his man handling. He simply picked me up and placed me on his motorbike. I was in such shock that I didn't even notice that my skirt had ridden up. My hot, wet and sticky pussy was on full display for a long moment. I gasped and squeezed my legs together. I even had the good grace to feel embarrassed. But a little voice in my head snickered and jeered at my false modesty. I glanced to John, who smiled knowingly and winked at me whilst he chatted to Dave and Mark.