4 comments/ 35893 views/ 13 favorites Sturgis Rally Biker Bitch Ch. 01 By: MasterTJ Sturgis Rally Biker Bitch I've attended the Motorcycle Rally in Sturgis, South Dakota almost every year for the last three decades. And I've often brought along a "bitch" -- a woman to serve me and service me during the event. But the best bitch I ever had was a gal named Courtney several years back. This is the story of how she came to join me for the rally back in 1989. First, know that I am not an outlaw biker, or a full-time member of a motorcycle gang. I'm a guy with a normal 9 to 5 job, but who has also ridden Harleys his whole life with similarly minded friends in the neighborhood. But, I always take a few weeks off around Rally Week, let my hair get wild, stop shaving, and head off to Sturgis. Some years, I've brought along a bitch I'd been dating. Some years, I've gone on my own without a bitch. That magical year of 1989 saw me accompanied by Courtney--a hot 19 year old that I'd only met the day before she hopped on the back of my bike to make the trek to Sturgis. That year, I'd plan to ride out to Sturgis with three of my buddies: Mike, Doug and Steve. Mike was dating a college girl named Amy, and had planned on bringing her out to Sturgis. Doug, Steve and I were planning on going solo. But then Amy told me that she had a friend who'd just finished her first year of college that wanted to go to the Rally. Amy said that her friend, Courtney, was beautiful and liked to party. However, Amy said that she didn't have any money at the point of the Summer, as she wouldn't be getting her student loans until she went to school a few weeks later in the Fall. Amy asked if I would be interested in meeting Courtney, and would then consider giving her a ride to and from the Rally on my bike. Amy also said that Courtney would really appreciate it if I could spot her some cash for booze and food along the way. I told Amy to bring Courtney over to my place the day before we were scheduled to leave for the Rally. A few days later, Amy and Mike brought Courtney over to my place. She was indeed hot--a pretty face, and a great body with a firm ass and big, natural tits. Courtney introduced herself and said that she'd really appreciate it if she could ride on the back of my bike, and if I could spot her a little cash for Rally expenses. I decided to lay my cards on the table. "I'll give you a ride to and from the Rally, and I'll even cover your booze and food. But you have to agree to my rules," I stated. "Well, what rules?" she asked. "The first rule is that you agree to be my bitch--my property--during Rally Week. That means that you will wait on me hand and foot--get me a beer when I want one, cook my meals, clean up, polish the bike, etc. It also means that you will be available to service me--as in sexually service me--whenever and however I like. And, as your owner, I reserve the right to punish you if you deserve it, or even if you don't if it pleases me." Courtney's eyes widened. A long silence passed. I told her to think about it over night and not to make any hasty decisions. If she was agreeable, she just needed to show up the next day at my house, ready to leave for Sturgis with the rest of us. If not, that was fine and her choice. "I'll think about it," she said. Sure enough, the next day Courtney arrived at my house at the exact time the group was expecting to leave for the Rally. I would later learn from Mike that Courtney did not think that I was going to seriously hold her to the rules I had laid out for her. Amy also told Courtney that she did not think I would seriously treat Courtney as a virtual slave during the Rally. They would be mistaken -- I intended to keep my word, and intended that Courtney would follow the rules to the letter. "Okay, I guess I agree to your rules," Courtney said with a little nervous laugh. "I agree to be your ... bitch ... during Rally Week." "Good," I replied. "Now come in to the house so that you can change into something more ... appropriate. You can't be my bitch wearing jeans, sneakers and a sweatshirt." With that, I led Courtney into the house, and showed her what I expected her to wear during the journey--a leather bra, a leather mini-skirt, and a pair of knee-high leather boots. I made a point of telling her that she was not allowed to wear any underwear, as I wanted her bare pussy rubbing up against my bike as she rode behind me on my bike. Courtney blushed, but changed out of her clothing and into my selected apparel. Lastly, I got out a steel slave collar, a pair of steel ankle cuffs and a pair of steel wrist cuffs--all with locking padlocks. As I locked the collar and cuffs on to Courtney, I told her: "The key to the padlocks is going to remain here at my house--after we return from Rally Week, I will unlock you. But until then, you'll be locked into my steel, and no one will be able to unlock the collar or cuffs during the week. So, you'd better accept the fact now that you'll be collared and cuffed during this entire experience." I then clipped a leash on to Courtney's collar and led her out of the house to my bike and the others. Mike, Doug and Steve looked wide-eyed at first, and then started to chuckle a bit to themselves. Amy looked stunned, and started to protest, but was quickly cut off by her man, Mike, who said: "Amy -- quiet! Courtney agreed to the rules. She made her decision willingly. You don't have the right or ability to interfere. And," he added sternly, "unless you want want to collared and cuffed for this trip, I'd suggest you keep your mouth shut and your opinions to yourself." Amy and Courtney exchanged an apologetic look, but then both cast their eyes downward. It was time to get on the bikes and take off for Sturgis. Day 1 The first day we drove about 300 miles west and stopped to camp at a state park in Eastern South Dakota. The park ranger who checked us in to our camp site shot us quite a look when he saw a scantly-clad young woman in a collar and cuffs clinging to me on the back of my bike. Courtney blushed crimson, but did not say anything. So I told him, "That's my bitch, ranger. I keep her either naked or close to naked. Go ahead and take a long look at her -- don't be shy. I'll slide off the seat so you can get a good look at that pussy. Bitch, spread your legs for the ranger!" Courtney looked stunned and was frozen on the seat of the bike, unable to move. So, I walked behind her and grabbed her thighs and spread them so that the ranger could have a clear view of her pussy under the mini-skirt. The ranger, a young college kid working a summer job, stared at Courtney's pussy with a hungry look on his face. While Courtney blushed and looked very embarrassed, I noticed that her cunt was glistening with pussy juice. Clearly, she was turned on, as well as ashamed. At that point, we drove into the remote tenting area of the campground, parked our bikes, and began to unload our stuff. It's understood in our group that the women set up camp, while the men relax from the long day's ride. "Bitches, set up the tents, unpack the packs, and get a fire going for dinner. Your men are hungry," I said to Courtney and Amy. Courtney and Amy did as they were told, and soon we had all eaten dinner, and sat around the fire as the night grew dark. "Everyone, I'm going to retire to my tent for a bit so that I can fuck my new bitch. I want to see what kind of skills she's got. I'll be sure and give you a full report on her when I'm finished." Courtney's eyes got big, as if she thought that being my bitch meant doing chores and being humiliated, but not actually being used for sexual purposes. I laughed to myself as I thought about all I had in store for her during Rally Week. But, I thought I should ease her into things by fucking her in private behind the tent flaps, rather than fuck her out in the open in front of everyone--something I planned on doing later in the week plenty as the week. But all in good time. "C'mon, bitch -- let's go to our tent and get busy," I said as I gave Courtney's leash a pull. She trailed into the tent behind me with her eyes downcast, as I led her by the leash. I heard the guys chuckling, making a few cat-calls, and a few comments like, "Fuck her good, man," "Use that bitch," and "Show her what's she's good for." As we entered the tent I noticed that Courtney's pussy was wet again. This kind of treatment is new to this slut, I thought, and she seemed rather ashamed, but also very turned on. She was going to work out just fine this week. Once inside the tent, I said, "Get your clothes off, bitch -- I want to see all of you," I commanded. Courtney stripped off the bra, mini-skirt, socks and boots so that she was buck naked, except for the collar, leash and cuffs. I had her turn around, bend over, and rub her tits, ass and pussy, so that I could make a full inspection. I then clipped her wrist cuffs behind her back with an o-ring, and proceeded to jam my cock into her mouth. She gagged momentarily, but soon managed to take it all in, and began slurping and sucking on my dick. After a few minutes, I flipped her over and fucked her roughly from behind. I smacked her ass hard and loudly several times while I pounded away, as I knew everyone was listening in from outside of the tent. While I really hadn't given her any foreplay, Courtney nevertheless loudly climaxed after a couple dozen thrusts, moaning and yelping. I could hear the guys outside the tent laughing and wooping at the sound of Courtney orgasming. Just before I was ready to shoot my load, I flipped her back around so that she was facing me, and rammed my cock into her, just as I began to spurt my cum. "She managed to swallow almost all of my load, with just a bit of gooey white sperm dribbling out of the side of her mouth. I told her continue to suck for a few minutes just to make sure she had cleaned up my cock properly. "Ahhhh ... that felt good," I said. "This is going to be a good trip, bitch. And we're just getting started." I unclipped Courtney's arms, and she collapsed on the sleeping bag on the tent floor--I could tell she needed some time to recover. She's had quite a day--the kind of day she couldn't have possibly imagined happening just 48 hours before. I left the tent to the cheers of Mike, Doug and Steve. Amy had an embarrassed grin on her face. I took my place around the fire, described Courtney's sexual performance in great detail for everyone. END OF PART 1 Sturgis Rally Biker Bitch Ch. 02 Day 2 I woke up the next morning in my tent with Courtney nestled in beside me, her naked body pressing against my mine under the covers. While my mind needed a few seconds to orientate myself to my surroundings, my cock was way ahead of me, and I had a serious hard-on which pressed against Courtney's ass. While Courtney was still dozing, I slipped my arm down from her shoulder to her tits, and began to rub her nipples, which soon started to harden. I then slipped my hand down even further to her pussy, and felt over her muff for her clit. I rubbed her clit for a bit, and then slipped two fingers into her pussy, which was beginning to slicken. With that, Courtney started to stir, and began to instinctively grind her hips back into my cock. "Good morning. Sleep well?" I asked her. "Mmmm ... yes," she whispered back. "Uhmmm ... what are you doing?" "I'm inspecting my property. I want to make sure you are in good condition after your first day as my bitch," I answered. Courtney blushed, as she shook off the last vestiges of sleep and remembered where she was -- and -- what she was. "I'd say that my property is in fine condition -- your tits, ass and pussy seem fine," I said. "That's a good thing, as they are going to be well used today." Courtney's eyes widened a bit at hearing this and, while I could tell she was a bit nervous, her hardened nipples and wet pussy told me that was very turned-on, as well. "I need to fuck," I said. "Since you are only in Day 2 of being my bitch, I am going to let you pick the hole that I will use. Pussy, mouth or ass?" Courtney said nothing, and cast her eyes down, as if she couldn't believe she was really in this circumstance. "Choose, bitch and quickly, or I'll fuck all three holes, and call everyone in from outside the tent to watch," I stated as sternly as I could. "Pussy," she finally said quietly. "Excellent," I replied. "Get on all fours, slut, put your face on the ground, and reach your hands behind your thighs and stretch those pussy lips. Your master needs to mount you, and right quick." She did as she was told, and I let her remain in that position for a bit -- ass up in the air, head resting on the ground, hands reaching behind her thighs, fingers on either side stretching her pussy lips, which seemed to call out to my cock for a visit. After a few minutes, I mounted, and rode her from behind hard and fast. As I pounded away, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back -- this helped me anchor myself and allowed me to thrust as deep as I could. It also highlighted Courtney's vulnerability -- with her ass up in the air and her wrists pinioned by my strong hands, and her face pressed into the floor of the tent, she couldn't have stopped me if she'd wanted to. Finally, I exploded inside her -- unloading my seed as deep into her vagina as I could. "Now that's the way the begin the day," I said, as I slapped her ass and dismounted. Courtney got up and begin to fumble for her clothes and boots. "Hey, what are doing?" I asked. "Getting dressed," she replied. "No, no," I responded. "You don't get dressed until I tell you to. And you've got some chores to do before you can get dressed. Don't forget, you're my biker bitch for the next few days." "What do you mean -- chores? Surely you can't be ready to fuck me again, can you? I need to get outside and get ready for the day's travel to the Rally," she stammered. With a glint my eye, I grabbed her by the o-ring on her locked collar and pulled her close. Looking into her eyes, I told her, "Yes, you do have work to do outside the tent. But you don't need any clothes on for those chores. In fact, I prefer that you complete your morning tasks barefoot naked. " Courtney's mouth dropped open, and before she could get any words out, I pulled her face even closer to mine. With one hand grasping her collar, with the other I pulled my sturdy leather belt out of my pants, and held it up to face. "If you don't want to follow my instructions, I'd be happy to spend some time in the tent convincing you," I said, as I moved the belt down behind her back, and caressed her ass with it. "Now, unless you'd like to argue, I suggest you get outside because you've got some work to do. You need to clean up the firepit, get a new fire started, and get breakfast going. After that, you need to get us packed up -- I want to be on the road in a hour. And lastly," I said, "you need to polish the bike up before we hit the road. And the bike needs to polished by a bitch -- a naked biker bitch." I opened the tent flap, and gave Courtney a little push outside as I said, "And do a good job, bitch. Any mistakes will be subject you to correction." And to prove to my point, I gave her a hard smack across the ass with the belt as she exited the tent. "Ow!" she yelped, as she hopped outside the tent. "Whoa!" said Mike, as he saw Courtney jump out of the tent, totally naked, and adorned only in her locked collar and cuffs. "Hey, Steve, Doug," he said, "Check out Courtney!" Both exited their tent and drank Courtney's naked body in. "Now that's one hot, smokin' biker bitch!" Steve exclaimed. Doug licked his lips and gave a whistle. At that point, Amy entered the camping pad with an armful of firewood, and stared at Courtney, along with the guys. She started to say something, but Mike shot her a look, and put a finger up to his lips, signaling that she should remain quiet. Amy hesitated, but then continued to move towards the firepit to unload the wood. "Good morning, everyone," I said as I left the tent. "What a beautiful morning. The sun is shining, the temperature is perfect, and," I said, "best of all, I just fucked the shit out of my bitch. Her pussy was wet before she had even woken up -- what a slut!" The guys laughed, and I sat down with them to enjoy some coffee around the fire, as the women got the food ready, and began to pack up the tents. After we'd all eaten, Amy and Courtney got the rest of the gear together. I got out a couple of rags and some cleaner, and handed them to Courtney. "Okay, bitch, you've got 5 minutes to polish the bike. I expect it to shine like the sun by the time you are done. If you do a good job, I'll think about letting you get dressed before we hit the road. If not ... well," I said with a smile, "I'll have to think about what I could do to motivate you to try harder." 5 minutes later, the bike shone like a star. "Nice work, bitch," I said, as I gave Courtney's ass checks a playful squeeze. "However, you missed one small spot," I stated as I pointed to a little speck of mud on the frame near the left tire. "Shit," Courtney mumbled as she saw the speck. "Still," I said, " A pretty good effort. I was sure I was going to have to belt you good this morning, but I think I only need to administer three strokes. Now bend over the bike with your hands on the ground." Courtney looked forlorn, but did as she was told. While she was assuming the position, Mike, Doug and Steve moved in close to watch the action. I could tell their pants were bulging, and I can only imagine what they were thinking they'd like to do to Courtney at that moment. In due time, gentlemen, I thought. At this point, Mike pulled Amy in close--clearly, he wanted her to see her friend get a belting. When everyone, including Courtney, were in position, I took position behind Courtney and took a few practice swings with my belt, swishing the air. "Call out the number of strokes, bitch, and make sure you thank me for each one. If you forget to do that, we get to start all over again." With that, I moved my arm back, and swing the belt with all my might at Courtney's beautiful, naked ass. Smack! "Yiiii!" Courtney shrieked as the leather hit her ass. Immediately, a big 2-inch thick red strike extended across her ass, and a big welt began to form. "Th-Th-Thank you for the th-th-th first stroke, Master," Courtney stammered. Smack! went the second stroke, and Smack! followed the third. Courtney remembered to thank me for each stroke, which disappointed me a bit as I felt like I was just warming up. Those three marks would surely last the entire day, and I smiled when I thought about the prospect of parading my bitch around the Rally with belt marks adorning her ass. I smiled even more when I saw that ass Courtney began to stand up, her pussy was glistening again. She rubbed her sore ass, but while her eyes were a little teary, it was clear that she was a pain slut turned on by corporal punishment. She moved her hands from her ass to her clot, and gave it a few rubs. "Alright, get your clothes and boots on, bitch," I said. "We'll have plenty of time to see more of your naked body later -- its going to be a long weekend at the Rally!" The first few hours of the drive were pretty uneventful. However, as we entered a section of the highway under construction, and road got bumpy, I noticed Courtney starting to shift in her seat behind me. The bike was rattling with the bumpy road, and there was a lot of vibration on the seat. I then realized what was happening: Courtney was grinding her pussy into the seat and into the back of me. The bitch was starting to get off! I made sure I navigated the road safely, but in a way that would keep the vibrations coming. A minute or two later I hear her moan and squeak in my ear as her grip tightened on my jacket. She'd just had hear first "moving violation" -- her first orgasm on a moving motorcycle. Believe me, it wouldn't be her last. Finally, after several more hours on the road, we stopped at a town about a mile outside of Sturgis early in the afternoon for gas and a bite to eat. The town was crawling with folks obviously on their way to the Rally. We all got off our bikes and went into a bar & grill that was loaded with bikers. It was a dive -- definitely not a family place -- but the food looked decent and the beer was cheap. Bad 80's metal music played on the jukebox, and there was a lot of laughter and shouting from the biker patrons. The five of us sat down at a table, and soon a waitress came over to check on us. She looked to be in her mid-30s, and wore a biker jacket with a lot Sturgis insignia--clearly catering to the customers during Bike Week. She was cute, all things considered. "Going to be a great Rally this year," she said as she took out her order form. "Hey," she said, as she looked closer at Courtney, "Is that a locked collar around your neck, hon?" she said, looking at Courtney with a twinkle in her eye. "You must be the property of one of these boys?" I stared at Courtney, and she slowly nodded her head. "Yeah," she said. "I belong to him," as she nodded in my direction. "I'm his bitch, at least for a few days." "Lot of owned bitches at the Rally," the waitress said. "Be good to your master, hon, or you might find yourself sold to a real asshole!" Everyone laughed, including Courtney, though her laugh had a tinge of nervousness to it. After the waitress left, I turned to Mike and said, "Mikey, tell you what. I bet you that my bitch can get me off under the table before your bitch can. Winner gets to fuck the other dude's bitch. Bet?" "You're on!" Mike said immediately. Courtney and Amy both looked wide-eyed at us, hoping that this was all a joke. "C'mon, sluts, get under the table and start sucking!" I ordered. "Believe me, you wouldn't be the first bitches to suck dick in this joint, especially around Rally time." "B-b-but ..." stammered Amy, but Mike cut her off and said, "No buts about it, Amy. You're my bitch, too, don't forget. You may not be wearing cuffs and a collar ... yet ... but I own you this weekend, too." With that, he pulled Amy off the chair and pushed her down on her knees on the floor. "To make sure there is no cheating," I said, "the winning bitch needs to open her mouth after she gets her man off and show us the cum before she swallows." Courtney was frozen sitting in the chair, until I grabbed her ponytail and gave her a little jerk to the floor under the table. I could see some of the other patrons gathering around -- it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what was about to happen when two women went under the table to take the position on their knees facing their men. "Blo-job contest!" I shouted, and more bikers and bitches started approaching our table. Soon, about twenty or so people circled us, and there were a lot of whoops and hollers from the audience. Mike and I both had our cocks out of pants at that point, and each of us pulled our bitches' faces into position. It felt fantastic as I slid my rock hard member in between Courtney's lips and started to bob her head up and down. When she had established a good rhythm, I pushed her bra down after a bit so that her tits popped out, and started squeezing those melons. I wasn't going to last long, at this rate. Meanwhile, Mike was ramming Amy's head down on his cock, clearly trying to speed up his climax. I could see a few of the dudes in the crowd taking bets at this point. "10 bucks that the collared bitch gets her guy off," one said, and a few others answered, "You're on!" Suddenly, I could feel myself going over the cliff, and my cock started to spasm. I must have shot a ton into Courtney's mouth, because when she emerged from under the table and opened her mouth, streams of white, sticky cum started to drool out the sides. With no question in anyone's mind that I had cum, Courtney finally swallowed the rest of the load after a few seconds. The crowd erupted into applause, and I held my arms over my head like a winning prize-fighter. Mike shook his head, but couldn't help but smile as I shot him a wink. While Amy was not as hot a piece of ass as Courtney, she was still pretty cute, and I'd always wondered what it would be like to fuck her. I would look forward to collecting on my bet later. "Keep sucking, bitch," Mike told Amy. "We've lost the bet but I still need to get off." A minute or so later, he started to grunt and it appeared that Amy had indeed finally inspired him to cum. She was red-faced when she emerged from under the table but smiled as she shot a glance to Courtney, while smiled back sheepishly. Despite being used by biker men, these bitches were turned on and clearly loving it. I was not surprised, as no woman would go along on this kind of trip without having at least some idea of what she was in for. We were not even in Sturgis yet, and I had already had some memories that would get me hard each time I thought about them over the years. And the best was yet to come. A hour or so later, after a meal and a few beers, we were all back on the bikes heading to the Rally. We pulled into the campground we were staying at a dozen or so miles outside of Sturgis. The girls started to unpack our gear, and would later put up our tents. Meanwhile, the guys and I shared a few pulls off a bottle of whiskey I'd brought along and looked around. There were a few other parties of bikers in the adjoining camp sites, and we waved hellos. There were some sexy women in those groups, along with the usual gruff looking guys. I hoped that at some point we'd have a chance to party with those around us. The camp was set up by late that afternoon, and we all got on the bikes to finally check out the Rally in town. When we got there, it was a sea of leather-clad humanity. Bikes and bikers were everywhere, and people were partying in the streets. Chicks were walking around topless, everyone was carrying a beer or something harder--it was clear that there were no rules during Rally week. I directed our group to a bar near the north end of main street that I'd always liked. But first, I clipped Courtney's cuffed hands behind her back, and fastened her leash to her collar. She got a lot of lusty stares from the mob as I led her down the street by her leash. She was blushing, but I could tell that her nipples were hard under the leather bra, and it was obviously that she was somewhat turned on. When we got to the entrance of the bar, I stopped Courtney as we all started to go in. "Not you, slut. You stay out here. I'll decide where you go and what you'll do this weekend," I said. Courtney looked confused, but was compliant when I sat her down in front of a light polel, and clip-tied the end of her leash around a light pole in front of the bar. "Oh, and before I forget, let me make sure you get the appropriate attention while the rest of us are inside." With that, I pulled the bra down and let Courtney's big tits pop over the top. "Not that a leashed bitch tied to a pole wouldn't get some attention, but I just have to share those big melons with everyone at the Rally. Don't want to leave anything to the imagination!" Mike, Doug, Steve, Amy and I got a seat by the window. I wanted to keep an eye on Courtney. I was looking forward to passers-by cat-calling her, and perhaps even fondling her, but I also wanted to make sure that things did not get out of hand. There were a lot of points and hoots as bikers strolled by my tethered bitch, and several times, men stopped to tweak her nipples, or pat her head. No one went too far, though -- bikers generally respect other bikers' property rights, and everyone probably figured that Courtney's rightful owner was inside. After an hour or so in the bar, we went back outside and I unclipped Courtney's leash from the pole, and began to lead her back down the street. I did slip my hand between her legs to see what state of mind she was in after being publicly displayed with her tits hanging out for the last 60 minutes. Her pussy was slick and slippery -- clearly, she'd been turned on the whole time. She shot me an embarrassed grin, as I held up my greasy fingers to everyone. "What'd you think of being on display at the Rally, bitch?" I asked Courtney. "I ... I liked it. I have to admit that I liked it," she replied. For the next few hours, we partied in town. I let Courtney accompany the rest of us into the bars and stores, feeling like I'd already made my point earlier about reminding her that she was mere property this weekend. Drinking, and other vices ensued until darkness came around 9 p.m. or so. At that point, people began to gather around a stage in the middle of a square. We soon figured out that there was a biker bitch stripper contest about to start. "Okay, bitch," I told Courtney, "you ready to win a contest?" "What?" she said, looking confused. "The annual Rally stripper contest is about to begin," I said, and I'm going to enter you in it. And I expect you to win it, or else there will be consequences." With that, I pulled Courtney by her leash up to the front of the stage, and found the guy who seemed like he was in charge. The guy took a look at my leashed, collared and cuffed bitch, and got a big grin on his face and said: "Well, we already have the dozen girls we need signed up, but I guess there is no harm in allowing 13 girls to compete this year. That bitch is too hot to keep out. She's in!" The guy then took Courtney's leash, and led her away to the back of the stage where she was assembled with a dozen other hot biker bitches. Soon the contest began, as woman after woman took her turn on the stage, dancing lewdly to the music, removing her clothes while the crowd screamed, until she was completely naked. Some girls were clearly more experienced in this sort of thing than others, and while most were clearly exhibitionists, you tell that there were a few that had probably been pushed into this by their owners. Finally, it was Courtney's turn on the stage. As Led Zep's "Rock 'n Roll" began to blare over the loud-speakers, she began to gyrate around the stage, and peel her off her few items of clothing, until she was barefoot, bareass naked (except for the collar around her neck and the cuffs locked on her ankles and wrists). I have to admit, she did a pretty good job for someone who clearly was not a professional stripper. She was really getting into it, as she bent over and spread her pussy lips for the shouting masses. Her face lit up as the crowd cheered. Sturgis Rally Biker Bitch Ch. 02 Ultimately, the judges gave Courtney third place, behind a couple of bitches who clearly had stripped for a living, and knew how to contort their bodies in ways to best rile up the crowd. Third place was a pretty good effort for a rookie stripper, doing an inaugural performance in front of a few thousand screaming bikers. Yet, I had promised Courtney correction, and I always keep my promises. "Alright bitch, you did okay, but not good enough. Its time for your punishment. Come with me," I said, I as I pulled her along by her leash towards the two dudes whose bitches had finished first and second. "Congratulations, fellas," I told them, "your bitches clearly outstripped my bitch on the stage. I'd like to salute you both by having my bitch suck you both off here on the street. Does that work for ya?" Both bikers laughed and one said, "Absolutely!" "But before she sucks your cocks," I said, "I need to correct her for not winning. Bitch, bend over and grab your ankles!" Courtney seemed a bit stunned by this exchange, but after a few seconds of not being able to move, she slowly bent over and grabbed her ankles. I immediately lifted her skirt over her ass, exposing her now-naked luscious butt. "Boys, interested in beating her ass for a few minutes before the blo-jobs?" I asked the two guys. "Belt or hand will do." Courtney's legs were now shaking, but she stayed in position. The first guy got undid his big leather belt, and began to swish it in the air, warming up his arm. The other dude said that he preferred to smack her ass with his bare hand. At least a hundred or so people had now encircled us, plainly interested in watching the show. A few had video-cameras. Courtney must have endured a dozen or so swats from the first guy's belt, while the other guys slapped her ass with his hand probably 20 or 30 times. Her butt was a red as an apple, with welts all over. They each whipped their erect members out of their flies when the punishment was done -- clearly signaling that it was time for the dick sucking to begin. I clipped Courtney's hands behind her back, and then forced her on her knees in front of both bikers. The first guy wasted no time and grabbed her by the back of her head, and started ramming her cock deep into her mouth. It was the definition of "face-fucking," and though Courtney choked a few times, she kept sucking until the guy exploded down her throat. As soon as the first guy pulled his cock out of my bitch's mouth, the next guy jumped in and started hammering away. He soon shot his load down my bitch's throat. The crowd erupted into applause. Courtney was obviously worn out by the point of the evening, and I decided she's probably had enough for the day. Our group drove back to the campground, and as we were pulling in to our site, she put her lips near my ear and whispered: "I need you to fuck me tonight -- I need you to fuck my pussy hard." I smiled at her, and told her to be patient. I decided it was time to collect on my bet with Mike first, and told Amy to get her clothes off and to do a little dance in front of the fire. Amy was sort of reluctant at first, but did as she was told. Soon, she was naked and dancing around the fire. I told Courtney to get her clothes off, too, and soon she had joined her friend in putting on a show. My cock was hard at that point, and as I wasn't too interested in foreplay at that time of the night, I told Courtney to get her face between Amy's legs and lick that pussy to slacken it up. Courtney eagerly attached Amy's beaver -- she was probably bi-sexual based on he enthusiasm and technique -- and after a few minutes, Amy started moaning. I pushed Courtney out of the way at that point, and pushed Amy down on the ground on all fours. I mounted Amy from behind, and she felt great -- she was tight, and whether due to Courtney's saliva or her own juices, Amy was slippery wet. I glanced over at Mike, just to make sure he was taking this well, and he seemed fine with it. I fucked Amy good and hard and came in probably a minute or two. When I pulled out, I called Courtney over and stuck my cock in her mouth and told her to clean it up. She sucked the remaining jizz and Amy's juices off my cock for a minute or so, and did so with enthusiasm. Mike told Amy to get in the tent -- it was clear he had been turned on while I was fucking his woman, and now he wanted to give her round two. They went in to the tent, and we could all hear Mike giving it her hard over the next several minutes. I knew that I needed some recovery time if I was going to give Courtney her requested late-night fucking, so I grabbed some beers, and Courtney, Steve Doug and I drank around the fire for a while and talked. After an hour or so around the campfire, Courtney grabbed my hand, and suggested that retire for the night. Hey, when the bitch is right, she is right. She was on me as soon as we entered the tent, and I put her on top and do the work. She grinder that pussy into me for several minutes, while she simultaneously rubbed her clit. She came at least twice before I shot my load into her. It had been another great day, and I suspected that tomorrow would be even better.