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A Stop for a Beer

Alexander McKie

Laura and I were coming back from a trip to the lake. We had met some other couples there and were coming back Sunday evening. It was about dusk and we saw a roadside bar and decided to stop.

Before continuing this story, I'd like to tell you about Laura. I met her at the public library. I'm not sure why but I just started talking to her about what she was doing in the library. We ended up going to a nearby coffee shop and continued our conversation. I asked her out for Saturday night and our date lasted until Sunday afternoon. Monday night she returned to my apartment. She went home around eleven. Soon we were dating four or five times a week. Then she moved in with me. Six months later we became engaged and were married a year later.

We had an active social life and were saving money for a down payment on a starter home. We still went on frequent trips, some were international and some were to nearby places like the lakeside cabin that we and three couples who were our friends had rented together for a weekend of hiking, boating, fishing, and partying.

It had been a great weekend. The cabin was about a two and a half hour drive from our apartment. We decided to stop at a roadside bar less than an hour from home, just taking a break from driving. The bar wasn't very large. It consisted of a twenty or twenty-five foot long bar, a half dozen or so tables in the front and a pool table in the back.

We were sipping our cold beers when we heard an engine roar, actually the roar of many engines. It was a bunch of bikers, probably a dozen or so with a couple of biker women. When they came in the atmosphere changed. It was sort of a tense hush. Most of the bikers went to the bar, but a few sat at the next table to us. There seemed to be a foreboding threat of violence about the bikers. They had the colors of 'Bad Boyz Motorcycle Club.' They seemed to be interested in Laura. Not surprising. She wore a pair of jeans and a jean jacket. She's not exactly a beauty queen but she has a very attractive body, five foot six, one-twenty pounds, with measurement of 36C-26-36.

One fellow seemed to be the leader. He looked directly at Laura and said, "Come over here, girl!"

She looked at him like she was saying, 'who the fuck are you?'

He nodded at the guys at the next table. One took her by the arm and led her over to him. I started to get up but two guys grabbed my arms and held me down to my chair. As she was being led to the leader. She held her left hand up to display her rings.

The leader queried, "Married, are you? Is that your husband over there? What's your name, girl?"

She didn't respond as she was dragged even closer to him.

He threatened, "I don't want to have to ask again, what's your name, girl?"

She looked at the dozen or so bikers, including the ones immobilizing me.

She responded, "Laura."

His next order was, "Come over here, Laura! I won't bite you!"

As she moved closer to him, he asked, "Laura, are you afraid of me?"

She stuttered, "I-I-I'm not sure."

He explained, "No need to be afraid. As long as you do as you're told, neither you nor your friend will get hurt. Is he your husband?"

She said, "Yes."

He inquired, "Do you love your husband?"

She replied, "Yes, very much."

He commanded, "Come closer, Laura!"

She came within a foot or two of him. He grabbed her and turned her around to where she was facing me with her back to the big biker.

He then directed her, "Take your jacket off and lay it on the table."

She did as he told her. She had on a light, white blouse, which hinted at her nude demi-bra and gave more than a hint at the 36C's below. He pulled her closer and began massaging her boobs.

He commented, "You have quite a pair, don't you?"

She gave a wry smile in my direction but didn't reply.

He then told her, "You need to take your jeans off, Laura!"

She sighed, avoiding eye contact with me. She then removed her jeans, putting them on the table with her jacket. He then grabbed her crotch and pulled her closer to him stroking her crack with his free hand. Her bikini panties hinted at dampness below.

He ordered her, "Take you blouse off, Laura!"

She had a somewhat desperate look in her eyes as she looked at me and unbuttoned her blouse. She then took it off and laid it on the table. Now clad only in a demi-bra and bikini bottoms, the charm of her boobs and buttocks were partially revealed. He went to work on her pubis, sticking his hands inside her thong. It was clear that he was fingering her slit and manipulating her clit in a circular fashion. She began moaning almost immediately. Soon, she was also groaning out, 'Oh's and 'Ah's. I guess she was stimulated by the humiliation of being publicly jerked off, because in only a few minutes she had a body-shaking climax. She blushed with embarrassment, yet she didn't seem unhappy.

The biker chief smiled and said, "You might as well take the rest off, now!"

She seemed reluctant but nevertheless began unclasping her bra. She slowly pulled it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to her audience. There was an audible gasp. Laura had beautiful knockers. Her dark nipples were sticking out more than a quarter of an inch, and her brown areolas contrasted nicely with her tan skin. The full impact of her 36C+ tits still took my breath away even though I had seen them hundreds of times. She seemed to grimace as she pulled her bikini bottoms down below her knees and then stepped out of it, placing it on the table with other clothes. The biker pulled her back against him and went to work on her cunt and button again. This time the moans and groans and convulsive orgasm seemed to come even quicker. He turned her around and pulled her head to him so he could kiss her. It broke my heart to see her kiss him back with passion and vigor, but I guess it's natural for a woman to kiss the source of an orgasm.

He said loud enough for everyone to hear, including me, "Do you know what's next, Laura?" as he guided her down to her knees between his thighs. Slowly, she began unbuckling his belt. Next she pulled his pants over his buttocks, then down his thighs. He lifted his feet out of his pants. Apparently, he was going commando, as his large, but not extraordinary tool was exposed.

She took the first couple of inches into her mouth and used both hands to hold the base of his cock. Gradually, as she bobbed up and down on it, she took in more and more of it. She never got quite to the end, as he told her, "Laura, it's time for you to climb on."

At this point she didn't seem to be an unwilling participant in her degradation and debauchery as she almost casually straddled his lap and impaled herself on his manhood. Immediately she began thrusting herself onto his prick and soon she was moaning and groaning and taking the whole thing in on each stroke. Another convulsive orgasm and she paused to kiss him wantonly with passion. Then she resumed pounding her pubis against his. She repeated this process four or five times and then he gave a mighty groan and repeatedly clenched his hips as he clearly was shooting a large load of baby juice into her vagina. Another embrace and passionate kiss followed.

He then said, "That was very nice, Laura. If you have any problems while you're with us, I'm Cal and I can resolve them. Now, it's Max's turn to fuck you!"

Lauren MacDonald

I met Alex, in all places, at the library. He was very easy to talk to. He was actually a quite entertaining conversationalist. I knew I wanted him almost from our first meeting. I got him on our first date. It was a Saturday night that didn't end until Sunday. I think we both knew this was not a casual hookup. We were an item almost from the beginning. It seemed like we were just made for each other. We shared a lot of interests, but I was happy just vegging out on the sofa watching TV and cuddling with this wonderful man. I always said that the guy I ended up with had to be highly competent in bed and Alex seemed to just know how to push my buttons. We were married almost twelve months to the day we met.

Our life was life a fairy tale until one weekend. It was a perfectly marvelous weekend at a lakeside cabin until we were on the way home Sunday evening. We decided to stop for a beer at a small bar still forty minutes from our apartment. The beer was cold and we were talking about the wonderful weekend we had just experienced when we heard the rumbling of a herd of hogs. The rumbling reached a crescendo and then stopped. Twelve or more bikers came into the small bar, pretty much taking over the place.

Alex and I quickly finished our beer and were getting up to leave when the apparent leader of the group accosted me with a crude, "Come over here, girl!"

My heart almost stopped. I didn't know what to do. Alex seemed equally confused by this sudden turn of events. A decision was taken for me as a guy grabbed me by the arm and drug me over to the apparent gang leader. I noticed that two other bikers were holding Alex in his chair.

As they drug me over to their leader, I held my hand up so that he could see my rings.

He responded, "Married, are you? Is that your husband over there? What's your name, girl?"

I said nothing as he pulled me ever closer to him.

He threatened, "I don't want to have to ask again, what's your name, girl?"

I looked around the bar at the dozen or so bikers and my husband being held down in his chair, and admitted, "Laura."

His next order was, "Come over here, Laura! I won't bite you!"

As I cautiously stepped closer to him, he asked, "Laura, are you afraid of me?"

A little scared, I replied, "I'm not sure."

He explained, "No need to be afraid. As long as you do as you're told, neither you nor your friend will get hurt. Is he your husband?"

I admitted, "Yes."

He inquired, "Do you love your husband?"

I spoke from my heart, "Yes, very much."

He commanded, "Come closer, Laura!"

I moved two steps closer until I was almost against him. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around until I was facing away from him.

He directed me, "Take your jacket off and lay it on the table."

This was very worrisome but I did as I was told. I did not like the way this was going. I knew I had attractive boobs and my blouse did not completely hide my demi-bra which did not completely hide my boobs.

The bastard began mauling my boobs. My boobs are sensitive. It was feeling a lot better than it should. I was both afraid and becoming aroused.

He commented, "You have quite a pair, don't you?"

I didn't reply as I glanced at Alex.

Next he ordered me, "You need to take your jeans off, Laura!"

I sighed, avoiding all eye contact. This was embarrassing, humiliating, and arousing, all at the same time. I slowly unfastened my jeans, took the zipper down, and pulled them off, stepping out of them when they got to the floor. Unfortunately, the only thing between me and complete exposure of my bottom was my bikini panties. I wished I had worn granny panties.

The asshole then grabbed me by my crotch and pulled me closer to him, while stimulating my clit and slit and fondling my perineum with his free hand. I was afraid that my bikini panties would give an indication of my growing arousal. I couldn't believe that stripping in front of a room full of men was increasing my arousal.

He ordered me, "Take you blouse off, Laura!"

I didn't want to do this. Moreover, I was concerned that this was not the end of my embarrassment and humiliation. Desperately, I began to unbutton my blouse. When it was completely unbuttoned, I took it off and placed it on the table. Now clad only in a demi-bra and panties, the charms of my boobs and buttocks were partially revealed. The son-of-a-bitch began fingering my pussy with one hand while rubbing my clitoris in a circular fashion with the other. Involuntarily, I began moaning. I couldn't help myself as I was groaning out, 'Oh's and 'Ah's.

Being petted in front of my husband and a roomful of strangers while approaching nudity was a very strong turn on. It only took a few minutes until I had the increased embarrassment and humiliation of cumming strongly with tremors throughout my body. a body-shaking climax. Even worse was knowing that I was enjoying it happening in front of my husband and a dozen or more strangers.

The biker chief smiled and commanded, "You might as well take the rest off, now!"

I tried to act reluctant but buoyed by my recent climax I was enjoying knowing that I had the full attention of everyone at the bar. I began by unclasping my bra. I slowly drug it off one shoulder and then the other fully exposing my breasts to my audience. Even better there was a collective gasp from my audience as I knew my girls were impressive. My nipples were almost aching with my arousal. There was nothing for it but to go completely naked as I slowly pulled my panties down and then stepped out of them, placing it on the table with my other clothes.

The biker chief pulled me back against him and went to work on my love channel and pleasure nub. This time my moans and groans and resultant body-shaking climax were even more erotic and enjoyable. He pulled my head around so that he could kiss me. I had relinquished my self-control as I kissed him back passionately and vigorously, heedless of my audience of strangers and my husband. I felt grand.

He said loud enough for everyone to hear, including me, "Do you know what's next, Laura?" as he guided me down onto my knees between his thighs. I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He had gone commando and I had exposed his large cock.

He had made me feel so good that I wanted to make him feel good so I did my best to deep throat his cock. As I bobbed up and down on his manhood, I sensed his increasing arousal and thought he might cum in my mouth, but instead he told me, "Laura, it's time for you to climb on."

I felt like a wanton slut, and my only reluctance to doing my best to fuck his brains out was knowing that Alex was likely watching me very closely. I thought I can enjoy it now and apologize to Alex for acting the slut later. I eagerly straddled his lap and impaled myself on his manhood. I began thrusting myself on to his fully erect cock and soon I was taking his entire length on every stroke. It is difficult to describe the pleasure I was feeling in being full of clock and having an enthusiastic audience. I was moaning and groaning out nonsense and thoroughly enjoying a complete penetration on each stroke. Soon I was enjoying the ecstasy of another convulsive orgasm and I paused to kiss him wantonly with passion. It was an incredible feeling to be nude and be fucked in front of an audience. I was astounded to find out what had been missing in my life until now.

Nothing else existed except my glorious sensory overload as I pounded my pubis against his. I continued this process and was rewarded with six more body-shaking climaxes. On the sixth, he gave a mighty groan and began pumping ropes of cum against my vagi walls. I embraced him and showed him my passionate feelings as he had made me very happy with a profusion of orgasms. I continued clasping his body to mine and passionately kissing him.

He then said, "That was very nice, Laura. If you have any problems while you're with us, I'm Cal and I can resolve them. Now, it's Max's turn to enjoy you!"

I looked at Alex and shrugged my shoulders. What's a girl to do? I was trying to save us and besides, I was still horny although I wanted to keep that a secret from my husband and my many admirers..

Max came up from behind me and slapped my butt. Hello to you, too, Max!

He curtly ordered me to bend over the pool table. Without preliminaries, he rammed his cock all the way to my cervix and a little beyond. It felt great as he began to repeatedly thrust himself against my buttocks. I didn't even mind the catcalls which were either encouraging to Max or disparaging to me or both, "Give it to her good, Max!" "Max, you're the man!" "Give that whore a good rodding, Max!" "What a slut!" I didn't care it felt so good. Soon, I was experiencing my first orgasm with Max. He slapped my butt a few times and continued reaming my poor kitty. I knew I should be hating this public humiliation but I wasn't. Instead I was enjoying every stroke of Max's dick. The climaxes were like icing on the cake. It was probably less than ten minutes but still too soon when I felt spurts of his baby juice in my love canal.

Cal called out, "You're next, Hayden!"

I felt a little bad that Alex was having to watch his lady love being public humiliated and gangbanged, but at least I was enjoying it.

Hayden instructed me, "Roll over, bitch, and spread 'em!"

I rolled over onto my back while still on top of the pool table, and grasping my lower thighs spread my legs as far as I could without it being painful. He also liked ramming his cock home with little or no preliminaries. As he fucked me he made minor adjustments to the orientation of my legs but other than that it was steady banging. I continued my pattern of cumming every two or three minutes, and soon he was pumping his load into my well-soaked vagina.

Cal, who seemed to be the master of ceremonies for the evening instructed us all, "Get the slut a beer. Hubby, you need to pick up the slut's clothes and take them home with you. She won't be needing any clothes tonight! We'll make a special delivery of your whore when we're finished with her. Max and Hayden will go with you to make sure you don't do anything stupid like calling the cops. The rest of you, buckle up. We're going back to camp with our new bitch. Mick, get the bitch some leathers. If she hasn't earned them yet, she will before the night's over. Once she's got them on, you're responsible for getting her to the camp in one piece."

Alex tried to approach me, and when Cal saw what was going on, he nodded for his guys to release Alex. Alex embraced me and whispered to me, "I love you. I don't think I have any choice but to leave you with these bozos."

I kissed him back and whispered, "I love you. Don't worry. I'll be all right!" I was really excited at the prospect of having an all-night bacchanalia.

He seemed sad as he turned away from me, gathered up my clothes, and then left. It would be a lonely drive for him. I had time for another swig of beer before Mick brought me the leathers. The leathers were first class. The top fit me so well that I probably wouldn't have had room for a bra underneath, anyway. The bottoms had zippers on the calves so that I didn't have to take my sandals off to put them on. I took another swig and almost emptied the beer bottle. I just left it on a table as Mick was eager to get going. He warned me about the exhaust pipe. I climbed on the back behind him and held on tight. I was a little frightened as we negotiated country roads at high speed. As I got more used to riding the motorcycle it became more enjoyable and I didn't have to hold on to Mick quite so fiercely.

The camp was larger than I had expected. There were a few more hogs and bikers at the camp than had been at the bar. The first thing was I had to do was take the leathers off and give everybody a full 360 view of my body. Then I had to go to Cal's tent where he enjoyed me again, this time in the golden arches position. Then I was taken to Mick's tent which he shared with his buddy Billy. My long night continued with giving Mick enough cowgirl to get me off a few times and for him to ejaculate. Then Billy took me doggy style.

A Stop For A Beer

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