A Careless Bet with Outlaw Biers

A Careless Bet With Outlaw Bikers Part 2

By René St Claire

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Continued...

"Hey Otto, it's Jim." Jim said over the phone to his gang leader.

"Jim! Are you and Griff still at the

Rusty Nail

?" Otto responded.

"Nah, I thought I should tell you something though. Me and Griff fucked this yuppy wife on me bedroll, in the carpark of the Rusty Nail. Here is the best part: We made her husband watch us use all of her holes!" Jim says, wanting it be a brag, but also a little scared to be admitting this. Otto was leader for a good reason; he was smart, he was tough, and he was as mad as a cut snake.

"Why the fuck didn't you call us! She better still be there." Otto warned.

"I am calling you! Aren't I? She just left; but if you hurry up, we might catch them on the road." Jim thought about blaming Griff, but decided that would be a last resort, if things got nasty with Otto.

"Go and follow them. Call me from the road." Otto growled.

"OK. I have to go, they are pulling out." Jim said.

"One more thing. If we don't catch up with that yuppy wife and we don't get to gang bang her; we'll be riding to your house and

running a train

on your missus instead." Otto was not making an idle threat. Jim knew he meant it, because it has happened before.

As Otto's word rang in his ears, Jim remembered a time at a big club gathering at a biker bar called the

River Inn.

This is when a younger member of the gang felt Otto's wrath. This younger member - Bluey, befriended a couple who clearly did not belong at this bar; who like Aaron and Kristie, wanted a taste of life on the wild side. Bluey spent the night with them playing drinking games, with the sole purpose of getting them drunk, so he could sleep with the girlfriend. The older members were watching him with a keen eye, hoping that they might get in on the later part of the game;

when it was time for the hot little girlfriend to board the Outlaw train

.

Once Bluey got the couple drunk; he separated them by getting one of the prospects to show her boyfriend his bike. Meanwhile, Bluey took the girlfriend into the bathroom under the guise of giving her a line of Coke to sober up for more drinking games. When she had her line, Bluey demanded the money for the Coke, which of course he knew she could not pay for. At this time, he gave her a choice: give up her pussy, or he'll make the call and her boyfriend will never return. She of course let him fuck her in the toilet cubical. Instead of calling his brothers in to run a train on her; he came out to brag about his conquest. The boyfriend must have realised what happened and the danger they were in, and gave the prospect the slip, and helped his girlfriend escape out the back door.

Otto was furious. He had Bluey call his wife to the bar, and the prospect call his sister (as he didn't have a girlfriend) to the bar; the gang held a gun to the heads of Bluey and the Prospect until the sister and the wife consented to have sex with them all, and laid naked on the pool table. Otto commanded the whole gang fuck each of the girls on camera, while Bluey and the prospect watch on. Jim participated in this gangbang, while learning a very valuable lesson not to ever cross Otto.

"I won't let you down." Jim ends the call to Otto, and puts his helmet on.

"What are you doin? Let's go get a drink and celebrate breaking in that yuppy-bitch's ass!" Griff says, looking a little confused at Jim leaving so soon.

Jim throws his leg over his black Harley FX, and starts it up. "Otto said I have to follow the wife we just fucked. He wants the whole gang to fuck her."

"You told him?" Griff says, as the colour drains from his face; realising the danger they were now in

because this young-idiot couldn't keep his trap shut

. Griff quickly followed Jim's lead and headed after the couple; for he was all too aware that if they don't find Kristie to give to Otto; it would be his wife alongside Jim's that would be coerced into having sex with the entire gang in front of them.

As the roar of the Harley thundered between his legs, Griff felt a pang of guilt.

Why did Jim have to say anything?

There was no one in the bar that would tell Otto about the yuppy couple; and even if there was, they had no idea what they did outside. They could have let them go, for all the crowd in the bar knew. Now, this innocent, young woman was in danger; her husband was in even more danger if he arcs up. All the couple wanted was a night out, and now their lives will change forever. If they don't catch up to them, his wife, and Jim's girl, will take her place; and Griff and Jim will be the laughing stock of the gang.

'Why did Jim talk!'

Griff grumbles to himself, as he speeds along the dark road to catch up to Jim and hopefully the couple.

The cold air stings his eyes; his mouth is already dry out of fear of Otto. Jim sees a single headlight behind him. It must be Griff. That soft-hearted-old-cunt had landed them right in the shit.

What did he care about some yuppy slut, who thinks her shit doesn't stink?

They should have kept them there until Otto and the gang arrived; that is the rule:

Any girl a gang member takes, has to be shared with the gang

.

'I should not have called Otto! What was I thinking?'

Jim chastised himself, realising the implications of implicitly following the gang's code.

As Jim was about to give up, he saw a car that resembled the married couples, parked on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere.

Could it be them? Had he found them?

He cuts the engine and stops his bike a little way down the road so he didn't spook them. He looks at his phone as he approaches the car;

there were already 3 missed calls from Otto

. Jim puts his hand on the hood of the car and notices that the engine is still hot. He walks into the bushes and sees the couple just up ahead. He found them. Now he had to keep them here.

'

Why did they stop in the middle of nowhere?

' Jim ponders to himself, still can't believe his luck that he found them like this. He was feeling a little conflicted; he didn't want to see this couple get hurt, but at the same time he knew it was better seeing Kristie being gangbanged by Otto and the boys, rather than the gang stretch-out his own dear wife's pussy. He had already suffered

this humiliation

when he joined the gang as a prospect, and never wanted to experience it again.

Jim's mind trailed off to a time when he was still a prospect - Otto and five of the senior boys arrived at his house after a drinking session. Jim had only a girlfriend then, but she was quite pretty. His girlfriend,

Maria,

was a Brazilian, with dark brown skin, deep brown eyes, and long hair; she had perfect tits (a C-cup) that was in proportion with her tight, but voluptuous ass. Otto had always ogled her with his eyes, and being a little power hungry, Maria loved receiving the attention from the most powerful and dangerous man in the gang.

On this night, Otto arrives and demands

'Whatever the prospect has, he has to give to the gang.' In this instance it was Maria

. Maria quickly submitted to the will of Otto and the boys; and Otto made her give the boys lap dances, and then a strip show. When she was naked, Otto had her lay down on the couch so that her butt was on the edge of the seat, she spread her legs, giving the room of bikies full view of her very wet, and very excited vagina. Otto then proceeded to eat out her pussy, making her scream with pleasure in front of Jim and the boys.

When Otto was finished, he gave Jim a devilish smile, pulled down his pants, and drove his tattooed dick, deep and hard into Maria's soppy gash. He fucked her hard and furiously, making the whole sofa shake with each thrust; when he filled her hole and covered her pussy lips in his man batter, he signalled all the boys that they should take their turn. Then one-by-one they all fucked Maria over and over again in the living room, while Jim was forced to watch. At first, she screamed in constant orgasm; but after she had been screwed for the seventh time, Jim could sense it started to hurt her a bit, but there was nothing he could do. That night Jim estimated she had been fucked 15 times.

After this, Maria would be free game to all patched-in gang members who wanted a cheap root. Jim really liked her, and it broke his heart to have to break up with her. But, he chose the life on the road with an outlaw motorcycle gang; and he could not suffer the constant indignation of having his future brothers gangbanging his girlfriend on the daily. After they split, Maria stayed on with the gang as one of the groupies. At first, she loved pulling trains full of dangerous bikers; but when she realised that she could not trade-up to Otto, she left the gang and moved on.

Jim snaps out of his painful memory, and walks back to his bike to make the call. In the dark, he bumps into Griff. He was the last person he wanted to see.

"You stupid bastard. You know what you've done?" Griff hisses in a whisper. Jim looks away and shakes his head:

Griff just doesn't get it

. He doesn't understand why he had to tell Otto; Griff hasn't been through what he went through as a prospect.

Jim avoids his eye contact with Griff and calls Otto: "I have them."

"Great to hear from you Jim, I was just about to head to your house to collect your beautiful wife."

"We are on the Old Mill Rd, 5 minutes away from

the Rusty Nail

. Look for our bikes." Jim says, relieved his wife would be safe.

"We will be there in a few. Leave her for me." Otto snarls.

As Jim hangs up the phone he turns to Griff... "Lucky we found them, or we would have really been in the shit!"

"You mean our wives would have been,

you stupid cunt

!" Griff hits him in the back of the head, and then adds: "You saw what happened to Bluey and the Prospect? You were there. Their wife and sister were fucked for hours right in front of them. The Prospect was booted, and Bluey is a shit kicker in the gang now."

"I remember what happened.

That's why I told

. I thought I was helping both of us." Jim whined; remembering his own pain he experienced as a prospect, when Otto and the gang ran a train on his girlfriend 'Maria'.

"Well, the yuppy wife sure won't thank you. Neither will the husband when the gang tears up her pussy and ass." Griff said solemnly.

"Better it happened to that stuck up bitch, then our wives." Jim argued.

"Well it didn't have to happen to anyone if you kept your mouth shut." As Griff finished he heard the rumble of the motorcycles as the gang arrived on the scene.

The young couple were in for an experience they will never forget.

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The silence in the car was had a strong energy, neither Aaron or Kristie knew how to properly express how they felt about what just happened.

Kristie was fucked on a filthy bedroll, on the carpark ground by two bikers

. Aaron did not try to stop it, he filmed it. The tyres hummed against the empty highway, the streetlights growing fewer and farther between as they left scene at The Rusty Nail behind.

Kristie sat in the passenger seat, her heart still racing, her breath unsteady. She could feel the frustration radiating off Aaron,

was it because of what he saw? Was it sexual frustration? Jealousy?

His jaw set in that way that always meant he was thinking. Processing. Wanting. She was dying to know what he thought, how he felt.

The night stretched out before them, Aaron still quiet.

Does he still want her after what happened?

That could not have been easy for him to see them do things to her body that he himself is yet to do; or will ever do. Now, in Kristie's mind, things can never be normal again - she doesn't want normal again. She wants to be taken, she wants it rough, she wants to be used. Aaron had always been too submissive for that; he would wait for her to ask him; where Kristie wanted him to take it from her.

Then Aaron exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a crooked grin. "That was... something."

Kristie let out a nervous laugh. "You didn't stop me."

"If I tried to stop them, they would have let the whole bar rape you on the pool table." Then he added after a pause: "Plus, I didn't want to."

"What? You liked watching them both fuck me?" Kristie responded, sounding surprised.

"Not at first. But after a little while I loved it. Plus, you seemed to be enjoying yourself."

"Well, yes. I loved it." Kristie proudly admits.

"I have always fantasised about watching that, but I was too ashamed to admit it. I felt like a pervert or something." Aaron confided.

Kristie just smiled, as if all her dreams come true. She turned to him, studying his profile in the dim glow of the dashboard lights.

Hoping that his expression would reveal that what he was telling the truth

. If it was the truth, they had a very exciting life together, because she wanted to repeat the experience with the bikers again; over and over. With Aaron supporting this, nothing would change in their every-day marriage; but there would be many other men sharing their bed. But, if he didn't support her and wanted her to go back to their monotonous boring sex life, then, that is something that she could not abide.

"Really? What have you thought about?" Kristie asks, her mouth almost dry with excitement.

"Pretty much what I saw in the parking lot. You being fucked rough, and treated like a slut. The only difference is when I thought about it, there were more men using you." Aaron thought about telling her that he wished he had been the first to have anal sex with her; but decided not to. He was grateful just to relieve himself of his secret fantasy

"Really? You want to watch me being gangbanged by a bunch of bikers?" She wanted to be sure he was saying what he meant, and not just lying to make her feel better about the night.

"Yes, really. Are you ok with that?" Aaron asked.

"Absolutely!" She shifted in her seat, her hand moving to the bulge in his pants. "Pull over."

Aaron arched a brow. "Out here?"

"Yeah." She bit her lip. "You need a release baby. And I want you to know what it feels like to fuck me after a couple of outlaw bikers stretched out my pussy." Kristie gives him a cheeky, but seductive look.

That was the dirtiest thing Kristie had ever said to him, and he definitely needed to finally take his turn with his wife. With a sharp turn, he guided the car onto the shoulder; and parked. They both knew this stretch of road--miles of empty land, tall grass lining the road providing plenty of cover. Aaron killed the engine, the anticipation was torture, he had to have her; her dirtiness was driving him insane.

The warmth of whiskey still burned in their veins, the memory of the bikers in the carpark stoking the lust between them. The intensity of their feelings. Their want. Their need. Was palpable.

Kristie was already reaching for the door handle, eager to douse the flames of fire burning between her legs. Not even the stickiness of the bikers' man-batter could sooth the ache; instead the memory of them taking her every way imaginable, even taking her virgin ass; burnt bright, fuelling her desires. She had been ravaged, but wanted more, and dearly hoped that Aaron could fulfil her the way she needed to be fulfilled. They retrieved their picnic blanket from the boot, and made their way down to the field just off the road.

As soon as the blanket was down, Aaron was on her in an instant. He was pent up and hungry from watching his wife's pussy and ass pounded over and over in front of him;

he had to have his turn. He had to reclaim her

. And Kristie loved this aggression, she had never felt that from him before.

Aaron started squeezing and pinching her tits and biting her shoulder; he can smell their cum on her, and he wanted his own genetic material in her too. Kristie leans in towards him, letting out little moans as he tweaks her nipples again, before biting and sucking her earlobes.

Both needing the release, both impatient

, Aaron reaches under her dress - she had no panties -

the bikers still had her panties

. Aaron runs his finger over Kristie's sopping wet clit; it is still tender from the biker's earlier thrashing, but it also very responsive, making her shudder and throw her head back.

"Spread them" Aaron commands. Kristie opens her legs and allows the night air onto her hot, swollen, cunt. Aaron climbs between her thighs and lines up his pulsating cock against her ravaged pussy. With one thrust he enters her with force, going balls deep with a single stroke. Her kitty was definitely used, but at the same time it was so hot, soft, and wet.

the feeling was amazing

. Aaron began his long deep strokes, reclaiming her by kissing her mouth passionately. Kristie responded by opening her legs wider, to allow faster and harder penetration.

Then she heard it. A low, distant rumble. Her fingers froze. Then it grew louder. Closer. Kristie was scared for she was about to receive, what she wished for, what she ached for.

Aaron turned his head, eyes narrowing as the unmistakable roar of motorcycles filled the night. One. Then another. Then many. 'Fuck! What is going to happen to us?' Aaron muttered under his breath, as he still ploughed into his wife's beaten-up vagina.

Headlights glowed in the darkness over the top of the long grass; their engines growling as they pulled onto the shoulder of the road, they were close. They were here. "Griff said it was over; he let us go." Kristie whispered into her husband's ear while they were making love.

Kristie's heart quickened, a lump formed in her throat. Aaron desperately wanted to finish and kept driving his throbbing cock into her hungry hole, despite hearing their loud laughing and yahooing, followed by breaking of glass. Knowing they were nearly there, and there was nothing he could do; Aaron at least wanted to finish.

As he reached his climax and exploded deep into her womb, Aaron feels gruff calloused hands grab his neck and throw him to the side.

"What do we have here? It looks like we have a midnight snack all served up for us". The biker growls. It wasn't Griff or Jim, Aaron knew that much.

Who was it? What were they in for?

Aaron looked at Kristie, her expression was unreadable.

Was it fear? Excitement? He could not tell

Then, from the darkness, a familiar voice rumbled: "Ready for more so soon?" Jimmy taunts.

"Fuck!" Aaron mutters under his breath;

realising that when fantasy and reality meet it can be in a very dark place

.

The guy who appeared to be the leader, standing behind Jimmy, was a heavy-set man with prison style tattoos all over his arms; his greasy hair was pulled back into a half pony tail, and the rest of it was kept in place by a bandanna. His beard was long, with a ginger tinge, covering his lips and his neck. His glare was penetrating, cold, harsh, without a hint of softness in him. In comparison to the bikers that fucked her earlier, '

Griff'

and

'Jimmy'

, he seemed way more dangerous.

"Is this the yuppy wife you both fucked, earlier tonight?" Otto said to Jim; knowing the answer.

"Yep, while her bitch-ass- husband watched." Jim bragged. Then he added: "We also fucked her mouth and cunt to; the bitch was really into it."

"Good, you got her warmed up for the rest of us." Otto retorted, taking control.