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By:Kim Jones


She wore a leather vest, leather chaps and a black thong. She was stunning and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The music started and if I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn that she was dancing for me. She watched me the entire time, as I sat on the edge of the couch, fully enthralled by what was happening in front of me. She took her clothes off to the beat of the music and before the song was finished she stood completely naked in front of me. One song played into another and then another and I watched as she wrapped her body around the pole in a way that was beautiful. I had the same feeling when I watched the opera or ballet. Linda was truly talented and she knew it.

A movement on my left caught my attention and I peeled my eyes from Linda to see the waitress from earlier on her knees in front of Possum. There was no denying what she was doing as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. I thought the sight of her degrading herself by being on her knees would make me sick, but instead I felt familiar warmth between my legs. I turned to look around the room and saw that most everyone had gone from the couches. Brooklyn and Red, whom I had not even had a chance to speak to, had disappeared. Ronnie was gone also. On the couch behind us, a man was fucking a woman from behind. He rammed in and out of her roughly while she moaned in pleasure, although it couldn’t be heard over the music.

I turned to look at Luke for the first time since Linda had taken the stage and found him watching me with an impassive face. I was slightly embarrassed for watching, but I had never seen anything like it and I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on. Luke grabbed my waist and hauled me into his lap so that I was facing him. I looked over his shoulder at the couple fornicating on the couch behind us and felt my center begin to throb. The music was still playing loudly in the back ground and I watched as Linda walked past me and to the couple on the couch. I had my back to the stage and I felt like she only stopped dancing because I stopped watching. When she arrived at the couch, and the man saw her, he pulled out of the girl he was with and sat down. Linda turned to face me and straddled him, taking all of him inside her in one swift movement. She began massaging her breasts as she rode him, never taking her eyes from mine. The sensation between my legs was building and I realized I was grinding myself against Luke. I stopped and looked down at him, ashamed of what I was doing.

“Does she make you wet, baby?” he asked, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. He pulled my shirt down, taking my bra with it. When he leaned up and placed his mouth on my nipple, I moaned loudly. I began moving my hips again, feeling Luke’s hard cock rock against me through our jeans. My eyes found Linda’s once more and she was watching me intently, biting her lip and clearly turned on at the sight of Luke sucking my nipple. She couldn’t see anything, no one could. We were at the front of the room and the only thing visible was my face and the back of Luke’s head. Linda took her hand and slid it between her legs, massaging her clit with her palm while the tips of her fingers rubbed the large sack of the guy she was riding. Following her movement, I placed my hand down the front of my jeans and into my thin, lacy panties and began massaging my own clit while Luke continued to pay attention to my breasts with his mouth and hands.

The faster Linda moved, the faster I moved and in a matter of moments, we were coming together. I watched from a distance of about ten feet as she threw her head back and came on the large shaft she was riding. I rocked my hips faster on Luke as he sucked harder on my sensitive nipples, bringing myself to one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. When my convulsing body slowed, I wanted nothing more than Luke, in me, at that very moment. I didn’t care who was watching at this point. Linda had me coming all over myself and hadn’t even touched me. I didn’t mind if she watched at all.

Luke had other plans, though. He pulled my shirt back over my breasts and stood. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kept my arms locked around his neck as he carried me out of the clubhouse. When we passed Linda, she was still riding the lucky son of a bitch beneath her and she gave me a wink and a smile. I felt my cheeks heat and I smiled back, not sure if I should thank her for her services. I decided just a smile would suffice; I had a six foot two, sexy, male biker that was fixing to drive a ten inch cock in me with the force of two hundred and fifty pounds. I almost came at the thought of it.

It took us about ten seconds to reach Luke’s bedroom. The moment he closed the door behind us, I was on the bed and he was on top of me. He kissed me roughly, pulling at my bottom lip with his teeth and plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. When he pulled away, we were both breathing heavy as he all but ripped my jeans off my hips. My boots were still on, stopping my pants from going lower than my knees. I’m sure it would have only taken a minute to get them off, but Luke was a very impatient man. Instead, he flipped me over on my knees and pulled me to him. He let out a growl when I reached a hand beneath me, rubbing myself while he struggled to get his jeans down. The sounds he made encouraged me, and I took one, long, manicured finger and slid it inside me.