Chineseslut Goes To Sturgis Day 02

Day 2

I woke up the next morning with Kristen nestled beside me, her naked body pressing against my mine under the covers. While my mind needs a few seconds to orientate myself to my surroundings, my cock is way ahead of me, as I have a serious hard-on which is pressed against Kristen's ass.

While Kristen is still dozing, I slip my arm down from her shoulder to her small tits, beginning to rub her nipples, which soon start to harden. I then slipped my hand down even further to her cunt, finding a clit screaming to be played with. I rubbed her clit for a bit, then slipped two fingers into her cunt, which is beginning to leak like a river. With that, Kristen starts to stir, instinctively grind her hips back into my cock. I take off her leash, and uncuff her.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" I asked her.

"Mmmm... yes," she whispered back. "Uhmmm... what are you doing?"

"I'm inspecting my property. I want to make sure you are in good condition after your first day as my bitch," I answer.

Kristen blushes, as she shakes off the last vestiges of sleep and remembers where she is and what she is.

"I'd say that my property is in fine condition, your tits, ass and cunt seem fine," I say. "That's a good thing, as they are going to be well used today."

Kristen's eyes widen a bit at hearing this and while I can tell she is a bit anxious, her rock-hard nipples and wet cunt tell me that she is very turned-on, as well.

"I need to fuck," I say. "Since you are only in day two of being my bitch, I am going to let you pick the hole that I will use. Cunt, mouth or ass?"

Kristen doesn't answer, casting her eyes down, as if she can't believe she is really in this circumstance. I know she's wondering if it is all an act or if it is as bad as it seems.

"Choose, bitch and quickly, or I'll fuck all three holes, then call everyone in to fuck you." I state as sternly as I can.

"Cunt," she replies quietly.

"Excellent," I reply. "Get on all fours, slut, put your face down, then reach your hands behind your thighs to stretch those cunt lips. Your Master needs to mount you, and right now."

She does as she is told, I let her remain in that position for a bit, ass up in the air, head resting on the ground, hands reaching behind her, fingers on either side stretching her tiny asshole, as well as the cunt lips which seems to call out to my cock for a visit. After a few minutes, I mount, riding her from behind hard and fast.

As I pound away, I grab her wrists pinning them behind her back this helps me anchor myself allowing me to thrust as deep as I can. It also highlights Kristen's vulnerability with her little ass up in the air and her tiny wrists pinioned by my strong hands, her face pressed into the mattress. She's so small and weak, she couldn't have stopped me if she'd wanted to. Finally, I explode inside her, I pull her hair, bring her lips up to mine unloading my seed as deep into her cunt as I can.

"Now that's the way to begin the day," I say, as I slap her ass as I dismount. Kristen gets up and begins to fumble for her clothes.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" I ask.

"Getting dressed," she replies.

"Oh, no," I say. "You don't get dressed until I tell you to. You've got some chores to do before you can get dressed. Don't forget, you're my bitch for the next few days."

"What do you mean chores?" she stammers. "Surely you can't be ready to fuck me again, can you?"

I grab her by the o-ring on her locked collar, pulling her close. Looking into her eyes, I tell her, "Yes, you do have work to do outside. But you don't need any clothes for the chores. In fact, I prefer that you complete your morning tasks bare ass."

Kristen's mouth drops open, before she can get any words out, I pull her face even closer to mine. With one hand grasping her collar, with the other I pulling my leather belt out of my pants, and hold it up to her face.

"If you don't want to follow my instructions, I'd be happy to spend some time convincing you," I add, as I move the belt down behind her back, and caress her ass with it. "Now, unless you'd like to argue, I suggest you get outside because you've got some work to do. You need to clean the bike. It needs to be polished by a bitch, a naked biker bitch."

Kristen looks like she'd like to kill me. The bikes are parked in the back in an isolated part of the hotel. We're the only ones with access to that area, but she doesn't know it. I open the door, push her out of the door, naked.

"And do a good job, bitch. Any mistakes will subject you to correction." To prove to my point, I give her a hard smack across the ass with the belt as she exits the room.

"Ow!" she yelps, as she hops outside.

"Whoa!" Swamper, who is standing in the hallway, registers his surprise as he sees Kristen jump out of the room, totally naked, adorned only in her locked collar and cuffs.

"Hey, Beefy, Jumping Bean," he adds. "Check out Kristen!"

Both exit their room to drink Kristen's nakedness. "Now that's one hot, smokin' biker bitch!" Beefy exclaims. Jumping Bean licks his lips then gives a whistle.

At that point, Amy returns with coffee and bagels for everyone staring at Kristen, along with the guys. She starts to say something, but Swamper shoots her a look, and puts a finger up to his lips, signaling that she should remain quiet. Amy hesitates, but then continues to move towards the group.

"Good morning, everyone," I say as I open the door. "What a beautiful morning. The sun is shining, the temperature is perfect, and," I add, "best of all, I just fucked the shit out of my bitch. Her cunt was wet before she had even woken up. What a slut!"

The guys laugh, as I sit down with them to enjoy some coffee and bagel.

"Kristen, come here to eat." I say.

Setting down the rag and polish she walk over. I grab your arm pulling you onto my lap.

As Amy hands her a cup and bagel she is surprised as Amy says, "Chinks like tea, right?"

Here Kristen thought she had an ally with Amy, but now she is not so sure. I know Kristen is way beyond uncomfortable being the only naked person. Yet her legs are always open as the nipples are so hard, they can cut glass.

"Damn Chief, Kristen leaks more than a shovelhead," Beefy jokes. Shovelhead is an old-style Harley Davidson.

"Okay, bitch, you've got ten minutes to polish the bike. If you do a good job, I'll think about letting you get dressed before we hit the road," I say with a smile. "If you don't, I'll have to think about what I can do to motivate you to try harder."

Ten minutes later, the bike is shining like a star.

"Nice work, bitch," I say, as I give Kristen's ass checks a playful squeeze. "However, you missed one small spot."

I point to a little speck of mud on the frame near the front tire.

"Shit," Kristen mumbles as she sees the mud.

"Still," I say, " A pretty good effort. I was sure I was going to have to belt you good this morning, but I think I only need to administer three swats. Now bend over the bike with your hands pointing to the ground."

Kristen looks forlorn, but does as she is told. While she is assuming the position, Swamper, Jumping Bean and Beefy move in close to watch the action. I can tell their pants have bulges, and I can only imagine what they are thinking, as to what they'd like to do to Kristen at that moment. In due time, gentlemen, I think.

At this point, Swamper pulls Amy in close clearly, he wants her to see Kristen get a punishment as a reinforcement as to what can happen if you don't obey. When everyone is in position, I get behind Kristen.

"Boys, hand or belt?" I ask.

With a chuckle, Jumping Bean says: "Hand, since it is her first punishment."

"Call out the number of swats, bitch, and make sure you thank me for each one. If you forget to do that, we get to start all over again."

With that, I move my arm back, swing down on Kristen's beautiful, naked ass. Smack! Kristen shrieks as the hand hit her ass. Immediately, a big red hand print is on her ass.

"Th-Thank you for the th-the first stroke, Master," Kristen stammers.

Then the second swat, with a louder smack, followed by the third. Kristen remembers to thank me for each smack, which disappoints me a bit. Those three hand prints will surely last the entire day, and I smile when I think about the prospect of parading my bitch around the rally with red hand prints adorning her ass.

I smile even more when I see that when Kristen begins to stand up, her cunt is glistening again. She rubs her sore ass, but while her eyes are a little teary, it is clear that she is a pain slut as well. She moves her hands from her ass to her cunt, to giving it a few rubs.

"Alright, get your clothes and boots on, bitch," I say. "We'll have plenty of time to see more of your naked body later. It's going to be a long week at the rally!"

The first few hours of the drive are uneventful. However, as we enter a section of the highway under construction, the road gets bumpy, I notice Kristen starting to shift in her seat behind me. The bike is rattling, which causes vibration on the seat. I then realize what is happening: Kristen is grinding herself into the seat and into my back. The bitch is starting to get off! I made sure I navigate the road safely, but in a way that will keep the vibrations coming. Moments later, I hear her moan into my ear as her grip tightens on my vest. She's just had her first "moving violation," an orgasm on a moving motorcycle. Believe me, it won't be her last.

Finally, after several more hours on the road, we stop at a town about 30 miles outside of Sturgis for gas and a bite to eat. The town is crawling with folks obviously on their way to the rally. We all get off our bikes going into a bar and grill that is loaded with bikers. It is definitely a dive, not a family place, but the food looks decent and it is air-conditioned. Bad 80s metal music plays, and there is a lot of laughter and shouting from the biker patrons.

The five of us sit down at a table, and soon a waitress comes over to check on us. She looks to be in her mid-30s, wearing a T-shirt that reads "I Shaved My Pussy for Sturgis 2021," clearly catering to the customers during Bike Week. She is cute, all things considered.

"Going to be a great rally this year," she says as she takes out her order pad.

"Hey," she adds, as she looks closer at Kristen. "Is that a locked collar around your neck, hon? Which one of these boys do you belong to?"

I stare at Kristen, and she slowly nods her head: "Yeah, I belong to Chief."

"Lot of owned bitches at the rally," the waitress speaks. "Be good to your Master, hon, or you might find yourself sold to a real asshole!"

Everyone laughs, including Kristen, though her laugh has a tinge of nervousness to it.

After the waitress leave with our order, I turn to Swamper saying, "Swamper, tell you what. I bet you that my bitch can get me off under the table before your bitch can. Winner gets to fuck the other dude's bitch. Bet?"

"You're on!" Swamper replies immediately. I know that Swamper has wanted to fuck Kristen since he saw her. Kristen and Amy both look wide-eyed at us, hoping that this is a joke.

"C'mon, sluts, get under the table and start sucking!" I order. "Believe me, you wouldn't be the first bitches to suck dick in this joint, especially around rally time."

"B-b-but..." stammers Amy, as Swamper cut her off saying, "No buts about it, Amy. You're my bitch, too, don't forget. You may not be wearing cuffs and a collar yet, but I own your ass, too."

With that, he roughly pulls Amy off her chair and pushes her down on her knees on the floor.

"To make sure there is no cheating," I say. "The winning bitch needs to open her mouth after she gets her man off showing us a mouth full of cum before she swallows."

Kristen is frozen sitting in the chair, until I grab her ponytail giving her a little jerk to the floor under the table. I can see some of the other patrons gathering around. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what is about to happen when two women go under the table.

"Blow-job contest!" someone shouts, as more bikers and bitches start approaching our table. Soon, about twenty or so people circle us, with a lot of whoops and hollers from the audience.

Swamper and I both have our cocks out of our pants at this point, and each of us pull our bitches' faces into position. It feels fantastic as I slid my rock-hard member in between Kristen's lips as she starts to bob her head up and down. I remind Kristen that the loser has to fuck the other biker as motivation.

When she has established a good rhythm, I push her bra down after a bit so that her tits pop out, as I start squeezing those nipples. I enjoy a flat chest but after fucking Kristen's mom a few time, I realize that a B-cup would be nice on her. Thinking of Kristen's mom, I am not going to last long, at this rate. Meanwhile, Swamper is ramming Amy's head down on his cock, clearly trying to speed up his climax. I can see a few of the dudes in the crowd taking bets at this point.

"10 bucks that the collared bitch gets her guy off," one viewer says, and another answers, "You're on!"

Suddenly, I can feel myself going over the cliff, as my cock starts to spasm. I must have shot a gallon into Kristen's mouth, because when she emerges from under the table opening her mouth, streams of white, sticky cum start to drool out the sides. With no question in anyone's mind that I have cum, Kristen swallows the rest of the load in front of the now large crowd. I'm sure she's never done anything like this, and I'm sure she's horrified.

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The crowd erupts into applause, and I hold my arms over my head like a winning prize-fighter. Swamper shakes his head, but can't help but smile as I shoot him a wink. While Amy is not as hot a piece of ass as Kristen, she is still pretty cute, and I'd always wondered what it would be like to fuck her. I look forward to collecting on my bet later. Defeated, Amy stops her blowjob, and starts to get out from under the table.

"Keep sucking, bitch," Swamper tells Amy. "We've lost the bet but I still need to get off."

A little while later, Amy still hasn't emerged, and there is an embarrassed silence around the table. Finally, Swamper starts to grunt and it appears that Amy has indeed finally inspired him to cum. She is red-faced when she emerges from under the table but smiles sheepishly as she shoots a conspiratorial glance at Kristen. Despite being used by biker men, these bitches are turned on and clearly loving it. It is not surprising, as no woman would go along on this kind of trip without having at least some idea of what she is in for.

Now I am sure you are wondering how I started fucking Kristen's mom. It started after our last meeting. Kristen made the mistake of having me drop her off at her mom's place after our encounter. Kristen had told me that her mom had a better body than she did, and that she looked good for someone who was then in her early 50s.

I dropped in on Kristen's mom a few weeks later when my old lady had taken the kids on a trip to visit her family. She turned out to be an older version of Kristen but with larger tits. I told her that I was a friend of Kristen's and we hit it off right away. Her name is Mei, and she was actually more down to earth than Kristen, and less of a snob.

She was a widow and lived alone. I asked her if she would go out to have dinner with me, and she said she would make dinner for me at her house if I came back tomorrow. When I returned the next day, she greeted me in a sexy outfit, and we had sex before we had dinner.

She said she figured that I must have a big cock because she knew her daughter had a thing for big cocks. I asked how she knew that, and she told me that Kristen went through a period of time when she only had black boyfriends. I didn't know that about her. I visit Mei for sex about once a month, but we haven't told Kristen yet. I plan to tell her on this trip.

We are not even in Sturgis yet, and I think I have already had some moments with Kristen that will get me hard each time I think about them later. And the best is yet to come.

An hour or so later, after a meal, we are all back on the bikes heading to the rally. We pull into the campground we are staying at. Back when I was younger, I would tent it, but now a rented RV is much better. The girls start to unpack our gear, meanwhile, the guys and I take a walk looking at the other bitches around. We wave hello to the other parties in the adjoining camp sites. There is the usual juxtaposition of sexy women and gruff-looking guys. I'm hoping that we'll have a chance to party with those around us.

The camp is set up by late that afternoon, and we all get on the bikes to check out the rally in town. When we get there, it is a sea of leather-clad humanity. Bikes and bikers are everywhere, as people are partying in the streets. Chicks are walking around topless; everyone is carrying a beer or something harder. It's clear that there are no rules during rally week.

I direct our group to a bar near the north end of main street that I'd always liked. But first, I clip Kristen's cuffed hands behind her back, and fasten her leash to the collar. She gets a lot of lusty stares from the mob as I led her down the street by the leash. She is blushing, but I can tell that her nipples are hard under the leather bra, and it is obvious that she is somewhat turned on. When we get to the entrance of the bar, I stop Kristen as we all start to go in.

"Not you, slut. You stay out here. I'll decide where you go and what you'll do this weekend," I say.

Kristen looks confused, but is compliant when I sit her down in front of a light pole, clip-tieing the end of her leash around a light pole in front of the bar.

"Oh, and before I forget, let me make sure you get the appropriate attention while the rest of us are inside." With that, I pull the bra down to let Kristen's tiny tits pop out. Not that a leashed bitch tied to a pole wouldn't get some attention, but I just have to share those tiny strawberries with everyone. Lastly, I set out a paper bag, on which I write "TIPS!"

Swamper, Jumping Bean, Beefy, Amy and I get a seat by the window. I want to keep an eye on Kristen. I am looking forward to passers-by cat-calling her, and perhaps even fondling her, but I also want to make sure that things did not get out of hand. I feel a little bad about doing this to her. She's such a sweet little thing, but I think it's because she's so sweet and delicate that I feel compelled to crush her.

There are a lot of hooting and hollering as bikers stroll by my tethered bitch, and several times, men stop to tweak her nipples, fondle her or just pat her on the head. It looks like a few bitches might have actually put their fingers into her pussy. It seems the bitches like to slip a finger in Kristen more than the guys.

Kristen also inspires some picture-taking. Most are just people who want to pose next to the tethered bitch, but I had to laugh when a bitch lowered her shorts and put her bare ass in Kristin's face as her man took the picture. No one went too far, though. Bikers generally respect other bikers' property rights, and everyone probably figures that Kristen's rightful owner is inside.

After an hour or so in the bar, we go back outside as I unclip Kristen's leash from the pole, reaching in the bag I find $100 which I put in my pocket. I tell the guys as I begin to lead her back down the street. I slip my hand between her legs to see what state of mind she is in after being publicly displayed with her tits out for the last 60 minutes. Her cunt is sticky and slippery, she'd been turned on the whole time. She shot me an embarrassed grin, as I hold up my greasy fingers to everyone.

"What'd you think of being on display at the rally, bitch?" I asked Kristen.