Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
But I’m not ashamed. This is what I need to achieve satisfaction, and I’ve never been so blissed out in my life. It’s something that I worked on with my therapist because society teaches that women aren’t supposed to feel this way. We’re supposed to look for our “one and only,” who’s supposed to be a Prince Charming riding in on a white steed with a sword in hand. At the very least, he should be a handsome billionaire dressed in a suit who arrives with a bouquet of roses behind his back.
But conventional romance has never been enough for me, and the fact is that I don’t care about success, money, or the material things in life. All I want is enough to have a comfortable existence, and a couple cocks to sit on each night. I need to be gangbanged to satisfy the slut within, and being with the Cannon Biker Club has satisfied that craving. I get dicked when I’m least expecting it, and even when I’m expecting it too, and my life has never been more wonderful.
But now, we’re nearing the end of the two-week initiation period, and I wonder what comes next. I think I’ve passed the initiation because I’ve been servicing the men enthusiastically, and my body can feel the wear and tear. My pussy’s ravaged; my anus is raw and tender; and even my jaw aches because Sam has a thing for savage face-fucking. Plus, there are male handprints on my ass and thighs, and even a couple love bites on my breasts from when John got carried away suckling at my teats. Oh yeah, they’ve marked me as theirs, and it feels good to know I’ve been claimed.
But what comes next? Surely, they won’t ask me to leave, will they? After all, just last night, all five of their cocks were jammed in my pussy simultaneously, and it was not an easy task. Basically, you have to have a strategy or it’ll never work. It began with me sitting down on Nicky’s huge cock first and then leaning over, smashing my breasts against his wide chest. Then, the men pried open my pussy with their fingers, opening it just a bit for each new cock to slip in. It was a logjam, if there ever was one, but I felt so incredible and came multiple times during the process. Literally, I came after I had two cocks deep inside, and then again after three, and then again after all five were buried in my cunt. I couldn’t help it because it felt amazing to be stuffed full like that, and frankly, it’s been my dream to indulge in that particular nasty act for years now.
But what’s going to happen going forward? Idly, I sit back in the massive tub on the first floor, soaking my privates in a lavender-scented bubble bath. Goodness, I think I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, although no one’s said anything about my impending departure. How would I even leave? I don’t even know where my stuff is, much less the keys to my car or my driver’s license.
But at that moment, Art appears in the doorway, his form massive and imposing.
“Hey baby,” he rumbles, coming in to sit on a stool next to the tub. “Are you okay in there? How are you feeling?”
I smile at him.
“I’m good,” is my murmur. “A little sore and achy of course, but I’ll live.”
He chuckles, brown eyes amused.
“You did great yesterday, taking five cocks in your pussy like that. We’re not small men either, so it was a tight fit. Shit, I practically came watching those four assholes squeeze in, it was such a fucking depraved situation.”
I merely titter again, my cheeks going pink.
“Well, I live for depraved situations,” I murmur in a coy tone. “That’s what I’m all about.”
“Of course,” Art rasps, his eyes peering through the bubbles to take in my slick breasts and even slicker pussy. “That’s why we appreciate you, Xenia, although …”
The air seizes in my chest because maybe this is when he tells me that the club wants me to stay longer. Maybe this is where he proclaims that in fact, the bikers can’t live without me, and want me to bare my body to them for a couple more weeks.
“What is it?” I coo playfully, blowing a bubble at him off of my palm. “You know you can use my curves any way you like.”
Art’s eyes flash, and he nods, his voice going even deeper.
“That’s what we love about you, Xenia. Your sheer sluttiness and willingness to consider any depraved act. Although this might be a little too much, even for you…” he begins again.
I fix him with a mock-scolding look.
“You know you can speak your mind,” I say. “Have I ever said no before?”