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.
