Biker Girl

I did well at school and got good grades. I wanted to go to college but my folks couldn't afford to send me. So, at eighteen years of age I was out of school, out of work and lots of free time to kill.

I loved listening to heavy metal music and because I'd spent many hours with my granddad repairing old motor bikes, I got to love the smell of oil and gas and hot engines. My mom hated that I spent more time in the garage getting my hands oily than I did helping her around the house. She said it wasn't natural for girl to be interested in engines and grease. But I just loved the sound of rumbling engines and one day I dreamed of having a Harley Davidson.

Along with engines, grease and oil I liked guys that were a bit rough around the edges, the bad boy look, but there was one look that made me got weak at the knees and that was that of the Hells Angels. There was no doubt about it, deep down I was an out and out biker girl, but for now I had to be content with just the look. Ripped denim jeans, a leather jacket and ankle boots without laces. It wasn't the best of looks, but it was all I could afford.

The town of Birkensdell was a tough place to grow up, crime was high, drugs easier to get hold of than a good cut of beef. The town was on a commuter route between two cities so mostly people just passed through...

The East side of Birkensdell was where the factories and car shops were. There was also a Truck stop where long distance drivers could park up and spend the night. The stop had a small café and shower block that just about catered for their needs.

But there was something else there that interested me and that was groups of bikers would congregate at the truck stop. My father said they were up to no good and were drug dealing...

With very little to do and my love of bikes it wasn't any wonder me and my friend Stacy were curious as to what really went on at the truck stop. So, one evening after downing a couple of bottles of cheap cider we decided to take a look.

When we got there it looked rough and was rough. There were about twenty bikers there and all of them looked mean and tough and a couple of them looked really scary. But the smell of engine oil and the rumbling sound of large and powerful engines excited us. We approached the group of bikers and asked if we could sit on their bikes. One of the guys said I could. I asked if I could start it up, he kicked started the engine for me. I sat there revving the engine and simply couldn't believe the vibrations emanating through my body and mostly via my pussy.

It was a whole new experience for me and one I really liked. My friend Stacy was also enjoying it and almost went crossed eyed when the guy who's bike she was sitting on yanked the throttle fully back.

I got off the bike and looked around. "Wanna go for a ride." One of the bikers asked. I looked at his bike and then at him, both looked good. "Sure." I agreed.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Mira."

"Nice name, I'm Travis."

He made me put on a helmet and then helped me straddle the bike. As soon as he started it up, I felt the engines vibrations reverberate through me. The bike lurched as he put it in gear. He then told me to hold on to him tightly. I wrapped my arms around him just in time as he dropped the clutch. Gravel and dust flew into the air as we sped off. It was my first time on the back of a Harley and at that moment in time I felt exhilarated and of course the throb of the engine between my legs was exciting me further.

We hadn't gone far when the bike slowed. He grabbed my right hand and forced it from his waist and down between his legs. At first, I was shocked, but as I realised what he wanted me to do I eagerly rubbed his cock through his jeans. I'd been with a few guys and tossed them off, I'd even sucked one guy but we'd been interrupted before I could make him come.

I was a virgin in the sense I'd never had a real cock penetrate me but I'd experimented with various things phallic shaped, both large and small so technically I wasn't a virgin.

We were travelling along the highway, the engine rumbling. On coming vehicles noticing us but unaware that my hand was rubbing his cock which was was getting harder by the second.

I knew what was going to happen when he pulled off the highway and down a dirt track. As he turned off the engine my hand was still pressing into the crotch of his pants. He got off the bike. I looked between his legs and saw a large cock shaped bulge in his pants. He helped me off the bike and then grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close.

He kissed me. His lips felt rough, his facial stubble chaffing my face. He grabbed my arse and pulled me onto him. I felt his cock pressing into me. I was really turned on and to be fair had been ever since I sat on that bike and revved the engine.

I wanted him and by the way he was forcing my top up trying to get at my tits it was obvious he wanted me. As he roughly sucked on my nipples he was undoing his own jeans. He then slid them down his thighs. I looked down and saw his cock. I knew exactly what he wanted as he put his hand on my shoulder.

I crouched down... my head now level with his cock... I was salivating as I took him into my mouth. His cock was only the second one I'd sucked and although inexperienced I'd seen enough porn to know what to do. He grabbed the back of my head and held it still and then moved his hips back and forth fucking my mouth.

I was happy for him to take the lead. After a couple of minutes he pulled back and helped me to my feet. I could see the lust in his eyes as he grabbed hold of the waist band of my jeans and undid the button. He pushed my jeans and panties down in one go and then stepped back to look at my pussy. "You need to shave that." He said and then forced me over to the bike.

He turned me away from him... "Bend over." He demanded.

I did as he said and then looked over my shoulder. He was fumbling in his trouser pocket and then pulled out a small sachet. I was about to tell him to ride me bare back as I really wanted to feel him come inside me as my friend had told me how she had an amazing orgasm when she felt a guy spurting inside her. I was too late, he'd ripped the sachet open. I watched as he rolled the rubber over the length of his cock. He came closer to me... I looked away and waited for him to enter me... which he did... forcibly and quickly.

I gasped as his cock speared its way into my tight pussy... he then grabbed hold of my hips and forced himself deeper into me. I felt a sharp pain where the head of his cock smashed into my cervix... I held my breath trying to block out the uncomfortable feeling deep inside. He pulled back, the pain subsided. He then adjusted his feet and started to fuck me. The pain faded quickly and now I could feel every inch of him as he pounded my pussy. His body was banging against me so hard I could feel his balls slapping my arse.

I'd fucked my pussy many times with various objects but never as fast and as hard as this. My body was being forced into the bike as he rammed into me. I could hear his heavy breathing... I could smell his sweat mixed in with the aroma coming from the hot oily engine of the bike.

I struggled to hold onto the seat to steady myself but my whole body was being jolted with each inward thrust. I then managed to steady myself and push back against him... it was then I started to feel a pressure deep within, almost as if it was in my tummy. I'd never felt that before. I didn't have time to dwell on it as an explosive wave of pleasure gripped me. I screamed out as my whole body seemed to be one mass of nerve tingling pleasure. I could barely keep on my feet as the intense feeling was sapping my strength.

Then slowly the feeling started to fade... it was then I realised he'd stopped fucking me. He pulled back, I looked over my shoulder and saw the tip of the condom was heavy with cum. I felt elated as I'd finally fucked for the first time and I couldn't wait to do it again.

Travis dropped me off home. My father wasn't happy I'd been on the back of a motor bike and my mother wasn't happy and told me exactly why... 'the guy looked rough and lots older than me.'

To keep the peace, I said I wouldn't see him again. I lied. I went back to the truck stop the following night, this time on my own.

There were more bikers there than yesterday and I was pleased to see Travis was there. He seemed pleased to see me and came over to chat. He offered me his lit joint. I wasn't sure as I'd never smoked weed before.

"It's really good shit, try it." He said forcing it on me.

I reached out and took it from him. He intently watched as I placed the joint between my lips and sucked. I then breathed in and slowly exhaled. For a about a second, I was wondering what all the fuss was about... and then it hit me. I felt light headed, my vision blurred and then came back. I felt a wave of euphoria I'd never experienced before. I was floating on a carpet of air and was as relaxed as I'd ever been in my life. I took another draw on the joint and this time sucked harder and longer. I'd never felt so good in my life.

I held out the joint so he could take it back. "Nah you can finish that one." He said and then gestured for me to follow him over to where his mates were. They were standing and sitting around a pit fire and it seemed everyone was happy and joyful. Joints were passed around, cans of beer downed. I partook in both...

I woke... I blinked as the light from the window was bright. My head hurt, my mouth was dry, my tongue felt like sandpaper. I looked around and didn't recognise where I was. The walls were a mottled grey, the ceiling was bowed and had dark stains and looked like it was about to fall on me. I felt a draught and saw the glass in the window was smashed. I then looked down and saw my top and bra was pushed up exposing my breasts. I looked lower and saw my legs were bare, my jeans lay by my side.

I looked at my watch and saw it was six twenty in the morning. I tried to think what happened. I shut my eyes and the last thing I remembered was getting on the back of Travis's bike and as we pulled away ....

"Morning Miya." Travis came into the room.

"Morning." Another guy followed him holding a steaming mug of what I presumed was coffee.

"What did I do last night?" I asked.

Travis smiled. "You were being a very good girl last night." He grinned.

I noticed the other guy was nodding and smiling.

"Travis, I need to get home. Will you take me home please."

"Sure."

My folks were furious I hadn't come home and in even more trouble as I hadn't answered my phone. I told them honestly that I hadn't heard my phone ringing and that I'd stayed at a friend's house.

I was grounded for two weeks.

Later that day Travis called me. I asked him to tell me what happened. He laughed. I got angry and demanded he tell me.

"Ok babe, seeing as you can't remember a thing, I'll tell you. You got on the back of my bike and I was going to take you home but you got my dick out and begged me to fuck you. I took you to Kez's place and we started to make out, but you passed out."

I wanted to ask if he took advantage of me but I had an idea he wouldn't tell me... and anyway it would just frustrate me that I missed out...

"Anyway babe... Tonight I've got a few friends I'd like you to meet." He said.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"Just a few guys from out of town and they have the best weed this side of the state border."

"I can't. I'm grounded for two weeks."

"Sorry to hear that babe, call me when you're free." He said and ended the call.

Being grounded was hell. I thought about slipping out after my folks had gone to bed, which I'd done several times before. But I couldn't risk going to the lorry park as it was too far away and I wouldn't get back till the early hours of the morning,

A couple of days later I was in my bedroom, it was late and I was tired and about to turn off the television when my phone rang. It was Travis.

"Hi."

"Are you still awake?" He asked.

"I am now." I said. "What do you want?"

"I just wondered something." He said.

"What?"

"I'll be riding past your house in about three minutes and wondered if you could slip out and see me."

"What for?"

"I've got a big fat juicy one for you."

I laughed. "Are you talking about a joint or your cock?"

"Both, so can you slip out?"

I sighed... "Ok, come to the side of the house and be quiet."

I stood up and went to the window waiting for him to come into view. I don't know why I did that because I heard his bike before I saw him. He pulled up directly outside my house. I shook my head in disbelief as the noise of his bike was enough to wake the dead.

My phone rang again. It was Travis. "I'm outside." He said.

"You could have parked a few houses down." I said.

"What. That would mean I'd have to limp my way up the street."

"Why are you limping?" I asked.

"Because I've got a massive boner thinking about you."

I smiled. "Ok, come to the right side of the house and stop when you get to the bin."

I crept downstairs and then slowly and quietly opened the side door. Leaving the door open I made my way to the side of the house.

"Hi Babe." He said and grabbed my hand and pulled it into his groin.

I giggled. "You weren't joking when you said you were hard."

His other hand landed on my shoulder. It was obvious what he wanted. I lowered to my knees and fished his cock out.

"Oh, fuck babe that feels so fucking good." He said.

I pulled his cock from my mouth and looked up at him." Keep quiet." I said.

"Sorry" He whispered and then moaned as I took him back in my mouth.

I had an idea he'd been hard for some time as I could taste pre come. I moved forward taking more of his cock in my mouth and wondered just how much I could take. I eased forward again, the head of his cock was close to the back of my throat. He grabbed my head and forced his cock into my throat. Immediately I choked.

He pulled back... I started to gag... he again pulled my head onto his cock. I choked again but this time loudly. He pulled back... I turned my head as I felt I was going to be sick. I coughed and spluttered.

"Keep going you're doing good." He said.

I looked up at him. "Now isn't the time to try this, I'll wake my folks up." I said.

He nodded.

I took his cock back into my mouth and for the next couple of minutes delighted in hearing him lightly moan and tell me how good my mouth felt. I had an idea he was about to come as he grabbed my head and held it in place... I was right... he came in my mouth. My taste buds were assaulted with the saltiest bitter goo I'd ever tasted. It wasn't nice at all. I thought about swallowing it...

He pulled his cock from my mouth and stuffed in into his pants "Fuck that was great." He said and then added. "I'll be back the night after next so you'd better get your throat used to it." He did up his pants as he walked away.

He didn't see me spit out his cum. I then panicked as any moment now he'd get on his bike and start it... I needed to get back in the house and to my bedroom before he woke my folks.

I laid in bed feeling frustrated but happy. I'd finally made a guy come by sucking him off, but I had a lot to learn. The first thing was to be brave enough to swallow and the second was to get used to things in my throat so I didn't choke and gag.

I had a couple of days before I saw him again and as I was grounded and banished to my bedroom I had the time to master deep throating.

I struggled for hours as I gagged and choked. I was at my wits end and was about to give up when I had an idea. I turned to the internet. An hour later and after reading how much it helped simply by controlling your breathing was a revelation. I couldn't wait to show Travis what I could do.

Two days later he hadn't called me, so I called him, he didn't answer. I'd been waiting for him, wanting him and couldn't wait to feel his cock in my throat. It was five days later when he finally called.

"Hi babe."

"I've been waiting for you to call." I said.

"Sorry... I had to go out of town."

I wanted to say that he could have called me but he wasn't my boyfriend. "I'm allowed out again tomorrow night." I said.

"Great... I'll pick you up at eight. See you then."

I was starting to have second thoughts about seeing him. I'd already got into trouble with my folks and one more issue they could carry out their threat of sending me to live on the farm with my grandparents in Connecticut.

I toyed with the idea of cancelling seeing Travis but at the back of my mind I'd worked hard to prove I could take his cock in my throat. I had a plan. I'd get him to take me some place quiet and then after I'd deep throated him, I'd ask him to drop me off home.

I waited at the end of the road listening out for his bike. It was nearer half past eight when he picked me up. I got on the back of his bike and straight away he grabbed my hand and placed it over his cock.

I tried talking to him as he rode and needed to tell him to go somewhere we'd be alone but he either couldn't hear, or ignored me, or maybe he was too occupied as I'd managed to get my hand in his pants and was squeezing his dick.

We pulled up at the truck stop. It was getting dark and someone had lit a fire. There were about a dozen bikers there and the usual smell of weed hung in the air.

The truck stop was unusually quiet with only three semis parked up. They all had their curtains closed with the drivers already bedded down for the night.

I got off the bike and looked around and noticed I was the only girl there.

"Travis." I grabbed his attention. "Can we go for a ride soon as I've got something to show you?" I smiled and then seductively licked my upper lip.

He grinned and nodded as if he knew exactly what I meant. "Sure babe, just want a quick joint and a beer and we'll go."

I walked with him over to the group of bikers. They were sitting around the fire, some on logs, a couple on makeshift bricks and one in an old deck chair.

Travis passed me a joint. It smelt really pungent. "I put it to my lips and lightly sucked and inhaled. "Fuck that's so... that's so.... That's so fucking good man." I said as I felt like I was floating on the air.

Travis laughed.

"Told you it was good shit." The guy standing next to Travis said.

I took another draw on the spliff, this time I inhaled deeply. My head was swimming. I started laughing but didn't know why.

"Miya, how are you feeling?" Travis asked.

"On top of the fucking world." I said and flung my arms around his neck. "I want to feel your cock down my throat."

"Fancy dancing for us." Travis said.

"I can't hear any music." I said.

Travis looked over at a guy who was sitting in the deck chair. "Hey Jimmy let's have some tunes for the lady."

I heard the music start. The beat ate into my soul. I started swaying in time with the music.

"Miya, come into the middle." Travis said.

I looked and saw the bikers had gathered around the fire. I skipped into the middle and started to dance. They started cheering and clapping. I felt like a movie star getting accolades from her fans.

Someone shouted out. "Lose the jacket." Then a chorus started... Jacket off... jacket off...

I felt good. I had their attention and could see they liked my dancing. I slipped the jacket off my shoulders and threw it on the floor.

"Give her another spliff." Someone shouted.

A guy stood up and handed me a smouldering joint. I eagerly sucked on it and took the smoke deep into my lungs. I felt even better and was now gyrating as I danced around the fire. It was as if the music was coming from inside me.

"Take off your top... top off... top off." They shouted.

I was now lapping up the attention from my audience. In my mind I thought what harm is there in giving them what they want. I pulled my top off over my head.

I heard someone shout out. "Nice bra."

I carried on dancing and smoking and with each puff I was getting more and more confident and really moving my body to the beat.

"Jeans off... Jeans off... jeans off..." This time it was loud and they were clapping.

I looked at them in turn wagging my finger as if to say no... I inhaled more weed.

"Jeans off, jeans off, jeans off." They continued to shout. I carried on dancing and teasing them. I then bumped into something. I looked to my side and saw Travis. He reached for the waist band of my jeans. I tried pushing him away but someone else grabbed me and lifted me off the ground. I watched as Travis pulled my shoes off and then yanked my jeans down and off over my feet. Both men then backed away leaving me in my underwear and bare footed.

By now I was excited... seeing all these men leering at my body was exhilarating... I wondered if they all wanted me... It was a thought that made my pussy flood...

"Dance, dance dance..." They chanted and this time there was an even more enthusiastic tone in their voices. I looked around and saw them staring back at me. One guy was rubbing his crotch... I was sure he had a hard on.

I looked at the spliff and saw it was nearly gone. Holding it between my fingertips I took one last long draw and inhaled. I felt good... really good. I flicked what was left of the spliff in the fire and started to dance again. I could feel the heat from the fire and also another heat that was building between my legs. Seeing and hearing a dozen guys clapping and watching my every move empowered me.

"Bra off, bra off bra off..."

"I was in the groove. I now wanted to excite all of hem. I reached behind me and undid my bra...

A series of wolf whistles sounded out, a loud cheer and lots of clapping...

As I danced in front of them, I could feel the cool night air wash over my breasts, my nipples hardened. I didn't wait for them to request taking my knickers off, I bent over in front of Travis and then slid them down exposing my arse and pussy to him.

The volume of cheers went up a few more notches. I straightened up and then turned and stood in front of the guy next to Travis, a guy sitting on a log stump. I loved the expression on his face as he stared at my shaved pussy. I was about to move along to the next guy but he reached and grabbed me, his hands clamping on my buttocks and pulling me towards him. I giggled as I felt his tongue lash over my pussy... I went to push him away but quickly I found myself being dragged backwards. Two bikers had come either side of me and were tilting me back. Then my legs were hoisted up. I was now being held horizontal with my legs parted... They then moved me towards the guy sitting on the log stump... my pussy lined up with his face. I felt his tongue lash over my pussy. I didn't struggle and if anything I forced my pussy harder onto the man's probing tongue.

Sexually I didn't have much to compare it to, but what was clear I loved being held by four bikers while being pleasured... I'd seen a porn movie where a biker girl was gangbanged and wondered what it would feel like...

I looked at Travis, he was smiling and nodding. For the next couple of minutes my pussy was fingered and licked. The guy then pulled back and got to his feet. I was still being held horizontally, my legs spread, my pussy exposed and defenceless. The biker stared between my legs as he undid his pants. It was now my turn to stare as he pushed his pants and underwear down exposing his cock. It was hard and slightly curved. He stepped forward taking hold of his cock and lined it up with my slit.

I threw my head back as I felt the bulbous head of his cock enter me. He placed his hands on my hips and started to fuck me. I had my head back and my eyes closed. I then felt something touch my lips and opened my eyes. A sixth biker had joined in, He was wiping his hard cock over my lips. I opened my mouth, he eased forward sliding his dick into my mouth.

I then felt my breasts being fondled, my nipples being pinched. I saw another two bikers either side of me. It was as much as I could do to concentrate on sucking the guys cock as there were so many things going on, so many hands trying to touch and pleasure me.

Being suspended and firmly held added to my excitement. I felt helpless and vulnerable which seemed to enhance my senses. It didn't seem long before the guy in my mouth blew his load. I didn't have an option and had to swallow. Within seconds there was another hard cock in my mouth and this time I could feel it was bigger. The guy pushed in firmly and then grabbed my head. I had an idea what he was planning to do and took a deep breath. I'd been right as I felt the head of his cock press firmly against my tonsils. My throat was forced open as he pushed in, his balls resting on my face. He stayed there for what seemed like ages. I was running out of air, my oxygen levels diminishing... I couldn't tap out as my arms were being held. I couldn't say anything as my mouth was full of cock. I opened my eyes and looked up at the guy, he saw I was struggling and pulled back. I gasped for air and at that exact time the guy fucking me blew a huge load into me.

I felt cum splashing against my cervix, my body reacted, I came... it was intense and seemed to increase as I took deep breaths trying to get air into my lungs.

I looked around, there was a guy standing close to my legs, his pants lowered, his cock in his hand. As soon as the guy who'd just come inside me stepped back the next guy got between my legs, his cock sliding into me. Whilst watching what was going on between my legs, I hadn't noticed what was going on behind my head. The guy who'd been fucking my throat stepped forward and was furiously stroking his cock. His balls were swinging almost violently. I closed my eyes as he stopped jerking and held his cock close to my mouth... I felt warm cum splattering over my cheeks and forehead. Thank fully he'd missed my eyes which enabled me to see yet another guy approach. I opened my mouth and closed my lips around his hard cock. He was smaller than the last guy but it felt so much harder.

The guy fucking me stepped back, he grabbed his cock and wanked himself to ejaculation, aiming his shooting load directly at my gaping pussy. Just seconds later I was being fucked again, this time I could feel my pussy being stretched and to make it feel even better someone had reached out and was rubbing my clit. It felt so damn good and I could feel another orgasm building.

I was taking short sharp breaths and on the very edge of orgasm when I felt my throat being breached. The guy rammed his cock deep into me. I was already low on air as I'd been taking shallow breaths in anticipation of coming. It then happened quickly. I felt the cock in my throat swell and then jerk. The guy grunted, he was shooting his load directly into my stomach. I was again struggling for breath as his orgasm seemed to go on for far too long. While this was happening the guy between my legs was still fucking me, his larger cock edging me to orgasm... Then suddenly, a wave of pleasure washed over me... it was powerful and griping. I tried to breathe but couldn't, somehow not being able to take a breath increased the intensity of the tingling... It kept going getting stronger and stronger... then all of a sudden air rushed into my lungs...

I gasped... my chest heaving as my body fought for air. I was dazed and for a few seconds didn't know where I was, that was until the guy between my legs rammed into me, his cock jerking powerfully inside me.

I wasn't sure I could take any more, I felt weak, my energy sapped, my body used and full of cum. There was nothing I could do but watch as two more bikers came closer. Both guys undid their pants, both were hard and ready. One guy got between my legs the other made his way to my head. It was back to normal as I had a cock in each end.

The strange thing was that even though my body was weak it was still responding and I could feel another orgasm rising. I hoped the guy I was sucking didn't want to throat fuck me as I wasn't sure I could do that again. Thank fully he must have been over excited as he quietly came in my mouth.

I was given a bit of respite, that was orally as the next two guys wanted to fuck me and neither of them lasted very long. I'd lost count of how many guys I'd fucked and sucked but what I did know was, Travis hadn't yet touched me.

Another guy got between my legs, his cock was probably the smallest of the evening, he entered me. It was as if my pussy had been used and pounded so much it was now numb. The biker really went for it. My breasts heaved back and forth as he frantically fucked me. I was impressed with his stamina as he kept the pace up for a good three minutes before he blew his load inside me.

"Now it's my turn." Travis said. He had a huge smile on his face. "And it's time you did some work." He added.

I didn't know what he meant. I watched him lay a large coat on the floor and then he slid his pants down to his ankles. His cock was hard and dripping pre come. He then laid down on his back. The four guys holding me carried me over to Travis and then lowered me. Travis held his cock up and in line with my pussy... they lowered me again ... his cock easily slipped into me. They lowered me all the way down and then let go of me.

"Ride me babe... make me come." He said.

His cock felt good and even better as I was now in control... I started to slide back and forth, my clit rubbing against his pubis. I was so full of cum I could hear a soft squelching as I moved. He reached up and grabbed my breasts.

I was concentrated as I could feel my excitement rising. But then I was interrupted, a biker came over and straddled Travis, his hard cock directly in my face. I reached out and grabbed it and realised that with all the cocks I'd seen so far this was the first one I'd managed to get hold of with my hands. I leaned forward, lips parted, tongue ready. I now had full control, my pussy squeezing and massaging Travis's cock, my mouth and hand pleasuring the guy in front of me. I leaned forward taking the guys cock to the back of my throat. I took a deep breath and forced myself fully onto him. "Wow." He said and then said it again as I extended my tongue and licked his balls.

I was aware I had an audience, some of them had pulled their pants up but a couple of guys still had their cocks exposed and a biker to the right of me was erect. I wondered if he hadn't come or had recovered and was ready for round two. I pulled the guys cock from my mouth and looked over at the guy with the hard on. I beckoned him over to me. I felt exhilarated as I pleasured both guys hard cocks with my hands while grinding down on Travis's hard throbbing cock.

I was very close to coming when Travis reached up and put both hands around my throat. He was smiling... his grip increasing... I felt his cock jerk inside me... his smile widened, I couldn't breathe, his cock still jerking and spewing come. The smile then drained from his face. His eyes widened, his grip around my throat tightening even more. I let go of the two cocks and grabbed Travis's wrist in an attempt to pull his hands away...

"COPS." ... "COPS."

I saw blue lights in the distance. Travis pushed me off him. I rolled onto the rough gravel surface gasping for air.... "Quick get up." He said and helped me to my feet.

He then literally dragged me towards his bike. "I need my clothes." I shouted.

"No time." He said and leapt onto his bike. I just managed to get on the back when he opened the throttle. I'd never been on a motor bike travelling that fast. I had my eyes shut and just hoped nothing pulled out in front of us.

The police sirens were fading. Travis slowed down and then pulled off the road and into the yard of a company. Two bikes pulled up behind us.

"That was close." I said as a wave of relief washed over me. "I wonder what the charges would have been if they'd caught me?" I asked.

Travis looked at one of the other bikers and smiled.

"What's so amusing?" I asked.

"What makes you think they were after you?" The biker said.

"So, who are they after?" I asked.

The three bikers laughed...

"I don't think it's funny." I said. "I'm naked and my clothes are back there." I then realised my phone was in my jacket pocket.

"Here." One of the bikers held out my jacket. "I've got your jeans as well."

I sighed with relief. "Have you got my shoes and underwear as well."

"You're lucky I managed to pick these up." He said.

Travis dropped me off at the end of my street. I was thankful it was dark so no one could see I wasn't wearing shoes.

I went into the house. My folks were in the lounge watching television. I popped just my head around the door so they couldn't see that I was only partially dressed.

"Just in time." My father said pointing at the clock. "Two minutes later and you'd have been grounded for another two weeks."

I looked at the clock... it was twenty eight minutes past eleven. I'd been lucky as I'd lost track of time. "Good night." I said.

I took off my jacket and could feel my nipples stinging where they'd been pinched and pulled. I then took off my jeans and although I already knew my thighs were slippery wet where cum had been dripping from me I was quite shocked when I saw how much there was. I wanted to go for a shower but I never showered at night and that might have provoked some awkward questions from my folks.

I grabbed a handful of tissues and as I wiped my thighs and pussy I thought about what I'd done, or more precisely what they'd done to me. My pussy started to tingle which surprised me as it was a little sore, but not sore enough to stop me masturbating. I came quickly. I then thought about how I'd been gang banged, how I'd become a slut... a biker slut. I knew there and then I wanted to do it all again... and again...

I spent the following day in a state of high sexual arousal. I called Travis to see if I could see him later. I wasn't surprised he didn't answer. He only spoke to me when he wanted me and it was always on his terms.

That night I decided I'd just make my way to the truck stop and hope he was there, or maybe just a few bikers who had weed, and maybe I'd dance for them...

As I neared the truck stop I could see flashing blue lights reflecting off the side of a building. I got closer but kept out of sight. There were several police cars parked haphazardly and all with their blue lights on. I saw a couple of Harley's, one on its stand the other on its side. A biker was being led to a police van. I didn't stop to watch, I stepped back and made my way home. I tried calling Travis, but again he didn't answer.

I hadn't a clue what was going on or why the police had turned up at the truck stop two nights running. I got home and went straight to my room. I tried a few more times to get in touch with Travis.

In the morning, I went downstairs to have breakfast. My mom was watching the news.

"Hey Miya that looks like the guy who bought you home that time." She pointed at the television.

I looked at the screen and saw a mug shot of Travis.

"Was his name Henrich?" She asked.

"No." I said and went closer to the television. Under the picture of Travis was a name... Henrich Gonazallas. I was confused as everyone called him Travis.

My mom turned up the volume.

'Last night in a joint operation the FBI and local police finally captured Henrich Gonzallas. He'd been on the run from prison for over nine months and will be now returned to prison awaiting trial for strangling two women and drug trafficking.'

I shook my head. I couldn't believe it....

The screen changed. A police detective was talking...

'It's great to get Ganzallas behind bars again. He's a dangerous man and he's possibly killed again as we know he was at a truck stop the night before last where unfortunately he got away. Worryingly we found women's clothing, a top, underwear and shoes.'

My heart was racing... my mind almost unable to cope with what I'd just heard... I turned away and went back upstairs to my room... I clearly remembered Travis taking hold of my throat and his grip increasing, he was looking up at me, his face full of hate...