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  The Biker's Acquisition

  By Amber Burns

  Copyright © 2014 by Amber Burns

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.

  All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  The following short story is full of filth, sex and cum.

  See the preview below for a bit of foreplay

  Kamilla was disappointed as Damian pulled his hands away from her cunt. Rarely did a client show her such attention. She had enjoyed every moment of Damian’s exploration but knew she had a job to perform. Kamilla sashayed over to the small unassuming bed, swaying her hips seductively as she moved through the room. Upon reaching the bed, she bent at the waist and braced her arms against the frame. She spread her legs apart, opening her holes to client, and waiting for him to enter. Damian crossed the room, enjoying the view with each step. Once he was close enough, he positioned his cock at Kamilla’s entrance. He knew she was already wet and ready for him but he still slid himself up her slit, lubricating himself as well. He thrust himself between her lips, brushing her clit and sending shocks down her legs before finally pushing into her. She strained to stretch around the intruding member, but was soon able to accommodate him.

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  Her Current Situation

  The music blaring from the club’s loudspeakers was barely reaching Kamilla’s ears. It was being drowned out by the grunts, moans and sloppy wet smacking of the sexual depravity that was filling the dimly lit room. The Masquerade was not normally a sex club but the Black Devil biker gang had made it their private entertainment venue for the evening. Kamilla was the latest acquisition by the gang, having been acquired by none other than their leader Damian Hook.

  Kamilla was on her knees straddling… someone. He was deep inside of her dark pussy, bareback of course, and she was doing her best to divide her attention between him and the three other dicks vying for her. She slowly rocked her hips, stimulating both the cock penetrating her as well as her clit as she grinded herself into him. The dim lighting made it difficult to find the men she was required to service. An occasional laser light passing by would provide momentary illumination, allowing her to find the next cock and take it into her hands or mouth.

  It addition to the man underneath her, Kamilla currently had a cock in each hand. Both happened to be white men and her dark chocolate fingers were a stark contrast to their lily white dicks. Her hands were already slick with cum from a previous man and they slid easily up and down the shafts. Her goal was to get them off as quickly as possible so she could move on to the next man in line. She concentrated her strokes on each man’s sensitive cock head, rolling her slick hand across the bulbous skin. Even though she was still considered the new girl, Kamilla had mastered the quick handjob. It only took her a couple of minutes to entice thick streams of cum from a man.

  A fourth prick also was receiving attention from the ebony sex servant. Her ruby red lips were wrapped around it, sealing the lucky man into a cavern of pleasures. The man currently occupying her tongue was just as dark as she was. He was, as expected, larger than the white dicks she was jerking off. Her lips struggled to stretch around his girth and each thrust he performed reached the back of her throat. This action used to trigger her gag reflex but she quickly learned to suppress it. The larger men were just more of an annoyance now.

  Kamilla numbered the men she was servicing so she could keep track of them. Number one was always the man fucking her pussy. He was frequently a higher ranked member of the gang or a special VIP they had invited. It was important for her to give him extra attention and make sure his orgasm is as intense as possible. Number Two was the dick occupying her mouth. These men were middle to higher ranked members and were therefore allowed more privileges with the gang’s entertainers. Numbers Three and Four were in her left and right hands, respectively. These men were the low ranking fodder and only were entitled to quick tug and go handies. Finally, there is number five. It was rare, so far, to have a Number Five but Kamilla expected to have more and more of them in the coming months. Number Five was assigned to the man fucking her ass, something that has only happened twice before. Both times it was Damian taker her from behind and both times he was the only man she was servicing, allowing her full attention to be on him penetrating her nubile hole.

  The man in the Number One spot was, rightfully, the focus of Kamilla’s attention. However she also knew her best chance of cumming was with him, before her cunt became sore from the constant use and abuse the night would bring. Men Two through Four were relegated to token blow/handjobs as tonight, Kamilla concentrated on her own pussy and her own delight. The man inside of her was an invited guest from another biker gang, The Northeast Haulers. He was a tall black man and his dick reflected his race and stature. He was filling her with his flesh and Kamilla knew if she wasn’t careful he would be cumming before she was satisfied.

  To maximize her own stimulation, Kamilla pushed her pelvis down him with each rocking motion. Her pussy lips were already spread open from the monster inside of her, so her exposed clit rubbed across his skin. She was careful to limit how far he came out of her with each movement. Slowly, she built up the intensity growing from her button, relishing each electric shock it sent through her. Kamilla was nearing the threshold to orgasm, sure she was going to get to cum, when things began going awry. Number three had managed to cum from her half-assed handjob and was unloading himself into her hand and down her arm. She released the spent man from her grasp and he slunk away. However he was soon replaced by another man, who had been waiting in line for his turn. She took the new cock into her grasp, giving him the same minimal attention.

  Kamilla tried to once again focus on her own pussy but she could tell man Number Two was also near. She sighed internally, frustrated with the men’s ability to cum so easily. The man in her mouth had began to take a more active role in the blowjob, thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, watching his shaft disappear between her ruby colored lips. Kamilla knew if she could get him to cum and out of the way, she could work on herself again. She sucked on the chocolate rod, spinning her tongue around its head, teasing the cum from the sack waiting at her chin. Just as she had predicted, the man’s thrusts stopped suddenly and his cock swelled with the coming splurge of cum. She took it all in her mouth and swallowed it, just as she had been trained. Once the final drop was released, and the man’s tension released, she unlocked him from her lips before wrapping them around his replacement.

  Finally, with two men satisfied and the current men showing no signs of immediate ecstasy, Kamilla returned to her grinding. By now her clit was extremely sensitive and a mere brush would send shivers up her spine. Pressing it into the man beneath her was heavenly and she knew it would not take much more to give her the orgasm she craved. Suddenly, the object of her grinding began thrusting back into her, pushing himself even deeper, and applying extra pressure to her sweet bud. Kamilla knew this meant he was getting close and it was a race to see who would come first. She practically ignored the other three men she was supposed to be waiting on and pressed herself as hard as she could against Number One. She was lost in a dizzying dance of thrusting and grinding, a race to the finish. The sexual energy radiating from her could be felt by all four men.

  One of her handjobs pulled himself away from her grasp and began to jerk himself off. Watc
hing the ebony beauty near the throes of orgasm was an enticing and erotic site, pushing him to orgasm after only a few strokes. The man deposited himself onto Kamilla’s thus far unused breasts, leaving streaks of white across her buxom brown flesh and even darker nipples. Kamilla brought her now free hand to her cum stained tit. She rubbed the sticky liquid across her nipple before taking it between her fingers, lightly pinching and rolling the sensitive flush between them.

  Kamilla ignored the man who came up to replace the one who had cum onto her bosom. The race to cum was nearly over and she was determined to cross the finish line. However the man inside of her stopped thrusting suddenly, instead arching his back with one final push. Kamilla knew this was it and she pressed herself against him in return. The race ended in a tie. Both Kamilla and number one reaching the finish line at the same time. His enormous cock pulsed inside of her, placing his seed deep within her cavern. In return Kamilla’s pussy wrapped tightly around him, milking out each drop of cum in contracting waves corresponding with the waves coursing through her body.

  The Acquisition

  Before Damian discovered her, Kamilla had been living on the street. She was a poor orphan with no known family to speak of. She was just nineteen but had been out on her own for three years already. She survived as many poor women do, selling her body each night to men looking for a quick and easy fuck. It was on just such a night when a biker gang came into town. Their jackets read “Black Devils” and Kamilla knew she could make some money selling herself to one or more of the bikers that night.

  The gang had gathered at a local biker bar known for its stiff drinks and easy access to women of the night. Kamilla had worked this bar before but there was tough competition for locals. It was only when large gangs or groups came in that she was able to make any money. She wore her best little black “fuck me” dress. It only had a couple of holes, and most of the jizz stains could only be seen from up close. Despite the imperfections, the dress hugged her body and accentuated her best features. Her potential clients would get an eyeful of her busty bosom overflowing from the low cut top as well as hints of her ample behind occasionally peeking out from the far too short hem line.

  Nearly three dozen bikes rested outside the bar. Steam rose from their hot engines into the cold evening air. A smell of oil and machinery lingered outside while the muskiness of leather and man filled the bar. By the time she arrived, Kamilla found many of the men already drunk and several surely in upstairs rooms with other whores. Those still downstairs drinking away were gathered in a smoky corner. Their backs were to the door Kamilla had entered through and they were cheering on some type of competition. Seeing no other marks to seduce, Kamilla approached the wall of men and found what they were entranced with. Two men were sitting across from each other, a row of shot glasses sat waiting in front of each man. Once one of the men was ready to challenge the other to another shot, he picked up his own glass and downed it. The man sitting across would return the gesture, downing his own drink.

  This continued for several shots; glasses piling high on the table as the men were locked in a battle of wills. The man on the Kamilla’s left was a tall, dark and foreboding figure. He had an air of authority about him that Kamilla was naturally attracted to. Despite not knowing either man, she was drawn to him and silently rooted for him to win. The man sitting across the table was a bulky, stout white man. He was a stereotypical biker with his long hair and strong rustic beard. The determination in his eyes faded with each drink, replaced with a glassy far off gaze.

  “Another!” the men surrounding the table cheered.

  “You got him Damian! One more shot,” Someone from the crowd shouted.

  A white smile flashed across Damian’s dark face. The determination in his eyes had not faded at all and he knew he was at the edge of victory.

  “One more old friend?” Damian said, lifting another glass from the table and downing it without a second thought.

  Damian’s challenger said nothing. His glossed over eyes simply rolled to the back of his head before it dropped to the table in a loud thunk. The men burst into cheers, congratulating Damian on his win. Despite having no stake in the outcome, Kamilla found herself pleased Mr. Tall, Dark and Rugged had won. She smiled, clapped and cheered for him.

  Hearing a woman’s voice in the crowd caught Damian’s attention. He searched the audience for it’s source, and soon locked eyes with a busty ebony woman he had not seen before. He could tell from her dress and demeanor she was both poor and a whore… but her slender figure punctuated with ample curves in the front and back was drawing him to her. Damian rose from the table, leaving his competitor still face down in his own sorrow and pushed through the crowd. Kamilla saw him approaching and composed herself, readying her sales pitch.

  “You, whore,” Damian addressed her as he approached, “$200 for a fuck upstairs.”

  Kamilla was stunned. Her normal rate was only $100, which she was often talked down to $75 or less. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, she simply smiled and nodded before quickly leading him upstairs.

  The upstairs rooms were small and cramped but still sufficient for their purpose. They were barren, except for a twin bed resting against the wall and an old ratty chair sitting in the corner. Once inside Kamilla closed the door behind the pair before turning to face her client. She found Damian already undressing. His shirt and leather jacket were tossed onto the chair, revealing his smooth and muscular chest. His well-defined biceps and abs rippled under his dark, nearly black skin with each movement. Dark blue jeans soon joined the other garments on the chair, followed shortly by black briefs.

  Kamilla stood at the doorway stunned. Nearly all of her clients were old or gross or fat or some combination of the above. She never imagined a muscle bound chocolate god would be fucking her, much less paying to do so.

  “Well?” Damian barked at her.

  Kamilla blushed, embarrassed from her gawking. “Oh.. yes of course. Sorry.”

  She stripped her dress off without any ceremony and dropped it to the floor. Her naked body was exposed to Damian’s inspection as he approached her. Damian examined Kamilla, looking her up and down as he circled around her. Kamilla was confused and felt like a product being examined in a store. She did not have long to ponder the situation though. Damian’s hand came slapping down on her backside, producing a loud smack that echoed in the room.

  “OH!” She gasped at the sudden pain.

  “Shhhh,” Damian quieted her, “just testing out the goods.”

  His words were accompanied by another loud smack as his hand contacted her other cheek. Kamilla stifled another gasp as the ache shot up from her rear. Damian was standing behind Kamilla and his hands had ceased their assault on Kamilla’s ass. Instead, they began to wander across her body. He felt the curves and creases across the outside of her thighs and then to her lower stomach. Kamilla purred, enjoying the touch but unsure of Damian’s next destination. He answered her question as his hands rose across her stomach to the underside of her breasts. His fingers traced the path from the bottom curve of her breasts up to hear dark brown areolas and then the hard nubs protruding from the apex of her bosoms. He only paused at her nipples momentarily, quickly pinching them before continuing his journey.

  Damian’s hands now shifted direction, his fingers brushing over the sides of her breasts before moving down her sides. He traced the shape of her figure with his fingers from her breast to her hips before once again pausing. He pressed himself up against her from behind. Kamilla could feel his erection as she cradled it between her cheeks. Slowly, his hands began moving again, sliding from her sides back through the crease of her hips before moving down and covering her pussy. His long and thick fingers explored her sex, pushing through her slit and opening her to his touch. He found she was already wet and her lips opened easily to his touch.

  Kamilla was disappointed as Damian pulled his hands away from her cunt. Rarely did a client show her such attention. She had enjoyed ev
ery moment of Damian’s exploration but knew she had a job to perform. Kamilla sashayed over to the small unassuming bed, swaying her hips seductively as she moved through the room. Upon reaching the bed, she bent at the waist and braced her arms against the frame. She spread her legs apart, opening her holes to client, and waiting for him to enter. Damian crossed the room, enjoying the view with each step. Once he was close enough, he positioned his cock at Kamilla’s entrance. He knew she was already wet and ready for him but he still slid himself up her slit, lubricating himself as well. He thrust himself between her lips, brushing her clit and sending shocks down her legs before finally pushing into her. She strained to stretch around the intruding member, but was soon able to accommodate him.

  Damian had been serviced by many whores over the years. He had patronized whorehouses, brothels, bars and massage parlors. It was easy to find a woman willing to sell herself but it was rare to come across someone like Kamilla. She was a woman that, despite her circumstances, tried to take care of herself. She cared about her client’s experience and she cared about herself. Damian knew that if she was as good in bed as she looked to be, he was going to have to purchase more… long term services.

  The bed frame was being put to the test as a brace. Damian was pounding at Kamilla’s pussy with a wild ferocity. With each thrust he would nearly completely withdraw from her before once again disappearing within her tunnel. Each loud smack of his hips against her ass was accompanied by a moan escaping Kamilla’s lips. She had never cum from pure vaginal sex before but something about Damian felt amazing. The fullness from his monstrous cock, the unabated pounding of her pussy, the attention he had shown her. All of these seemed to factor into the orgasm building within her loins.