4 comments/ 67351 views/ 12 favorites Journey to Gutterslut Ch. 01 By: Ldy_Sea Authors Notes Revised on August 2015, to change header, fix typos, and add detail to the story. Thanks to Katt2007 for the story idea and breaking the worst case of writers block I ever had. This story contains voyeurism, exhibitionism, prostitution, group sex, gangbanging, stripping, cuckolding. If you don't like these activities then please find another story more to your liking. Votes and comments are always appreciated. Disclaimers All characters who witness, participate, or encourage sexual encounters are at least 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental As always, this story is © 2011 by Ldy_Sea. All Rights Reserved. Happy Orgasms ++++++++++ Ch. 01 Catt meets the Bikers "Shit!" I screamed as my car plowed into the only tree I had seen in the last 5 miles. Fortunately I was wearing my seat belt and was only slightly bruised. I began to search for my phone which had flown out of my hand during the crash. Finally I find it and hear yelling through the earpiece. "Mrs. Gato...Mrs Gato...Catherine, can you hear me...are you okay...OH God...Catt?!" "I'm fine Dr. just a minor accident. How's my family." "Oh, I'm so glad you're okay. I was worried." "Doctor, my family?' I demand cutting her off. "Your children are improving, however, your husband is getting worse. While his injuries are not currently life threatening, we do need to operate soon, which by law we can't do until you sign off on the procedure." "I'll be there as soon as I can Dr. I'm about 45 minutes away." "I'll keep you..." the annoying tones that signaled the phone shutting off played. "FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I screamed as I looked at my now useless iPhone. "I wish these fucking things had a battery that would last more than 4 hours without needing a charge." I said out loud to no one. I got out of my car and immediately realized it was totaled. My husband will be pissed, I thought. I hadn't even had my new Lexus for 6 months and it's totaled. I began trying to figure out how to get to my family who had also been in an accident earlier today, and now were in the hospital. I took in my surroundings, and realized I couldn't have crashed in a worse place. The road was empty and rarely traveled, and the only building in sight was about 300 yards up the road and looked rather unkempt and abandoned. It might have a payphone I reasoned. I began to walk up the road, hoping someone would come down this road and rescue me. ********** Up until today my life was almost a storybook. I meet my husband in 5th grade and we had never dated anyone else. In 7th grade we knew we were soul mates and agreed to get engaged as soon as we graduated high school. We went to the same college, where I majored in Business and became the head cheerleader in my sophomore year. Alonzo, my husband, majored in computer programming and was the captain of the football team. Our wedding was exactly one year after we both earned our masters degrees. Our first children, Cassie, and Victoria identical twin girls were born 2 years and 4 months after our wedding, and a son, Cory soon followed. Our last bundle of joy was Gus. He was born the day before our 5th wedding anniversary. I was on my way home from a corporate retreat to celebrate Gus' 18th birthday. His dad had already taken the family out for the traditional birthday breakfast. On their way home, some lush rear ended them pushing them into an intersection, causing a semi to t-bone them. Fortunately the truck had just started moving, and couldn't have been doing more than 25 or so according to the doctor I was talking too. The impact did cause injuries to my whole family, and they were all in the hospital. My children had some internal bruising and broken bones. Alonzo had some internal bleeding and other organ damage requiring surgical repair. He life wasn't in danger yet, so the hospital wouldn't open him up without a release from the next of kin. All the kids were on painkillers so they couldn't give their approval. This is what lead me to be driving 100 miles per hour on a winding back road, trying to avoid cops and traffic. I lost control of my car on a curve as I answered my phone. Now I was stranded in the ass end of nowhere, and my family needed me. I was finally close enough to the condemned building to see it was really a bar. The closer I got to it the more I wanted to run away. There was several dozen motorcycles parked in front of the bar. Not wanting to go into a biker bar, I looked around the outside for a payphone, but there wasn't any. Knowing I had to go in, I had a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. But In addition to making a call, I realized that the Trenta Mocha Latte I drank to stay awake had taken its toll. I needed a bathroom, and soon. I took a deep breath, and instantly regretted inhaling the odors I didn't even want to identify. I put on my negotiating face, steeled my spine and threw open the door and took one step inside, planning on walking straight up to the bar and asking for the bathroom and the phone. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the bar I froze in shock. My plan fell apart, as I witnessed something I would never believe happened outside of a porno. There were 25 or so guys in my line of sight, and almost every single one of them was engaged in some kind of sexual activity with females in various stages of undress. The center of my vision was filled with this one girl who looked like she was 12, except for her tits, which weighed about as much as one of the motorcycles outside. She had a guy in every hole, and was jerking off 2 more while 3 guys masturbated waiting for their turn in one of her openings. I stood in the doorway, my mouth hanging open in shock. The additional light flooding the debauchery before me attracted the attention of several bikers who weren't currently sucking or fucking. As my stupor wore off, I began to look around a bit more, and saw that all these guys were wearing cuts and were members of a motorcycle club (I finally could thank my husband for watching that damn series I hated about the biker gang). I couldn't make out the name of the club through the haze from the smoke of what I hoped were legal tobacco products. I felt a hand on my arm and it jerked me into the bar, letting the door finally close. I was glad that the light was blocked out, hiding some of the more perverted activity from my eyes. "Bitch wha da fuck?" asked a large biker, who was standing in front of me, holding the door, my only escape, closed. "You ain't no ole lady, you dressed to nice to be a skank, and you too old fer a sweetbutt. So wha da fuck you want?" "Well...I...Uhhh...That is" I silently cursed myself for being this intimidated. I had the direct line to several heads of state on my speed dial, and each of them would take my call. Yet with this dirty, smelly, half naked criminal, I'm at a loss for words. I mentally bitched slapped myself, and tried again. "MycarcrasheddowntheroadandIneedtogethomefast.CanIuseyourphoneplease." I gushed like a scared little schoolgirl. "So pretty lil rich gal is stuck here with us bad ass bikers, and is desperate for what I got." he says and laughs. I look down at the floor trying to figure out how to get out of here intact. "Bitch you here on the clubs motherfuckin anniversary, and we's got dis rule. Once you is fuckin in, you stay fuckin in til da end. In udder words you ain't fucking goin nowhere 'til we let ya, and while yo ass is here we get to use it any way we damn well please." I grit my teeth at what I guessed was his way of sweet talking me, and say "Please let me talk to the club president. Maybe I can work something out with him." I reply holding out hope that money can get me out of here without being raped, or worse. He leers at me, well my breasts, and waves someone over. Another guy walks over, and looks at me. At that moment I remember my need to piss, because I feel it start to trickle down my leg. The club president walks over to me and looking me over like a side of beef, says "Well...Well...Well, lookie what we got us here. We got an uptown girl, lookin for a downtown man." he says and laughs. Trying to hide my annoyance and my desperation to pee, I ignore his crass joke, "I have a business offer for you, but first I need to use the ladies room." Several bikers who weren't otherwise occupied, had joined our group by the door, and there were a lot of swinging cocks and hairy balls around me. They all laughed, and one said "Shit bitch, ain't no ladies here. You gotta piss, use da bucket. He points to what looks like a large spittoon that's on one side of the bar. I look on in horror as I see several bikers sitting nearby, drinking from beer bottles and watching a black woman finish pissing into it. They all cheer for her as she walks over to the nearest biker and takes his cock into her mouth, and starts sucking on him. I couldn't believe this is happening on the same planet I had grew up on. Even third world countries have indoor plumbing, at least in the cities. Before I could decide weather to use it the chamber pot, or go squat outside behind a bush, my decision is made for me. My stream bursts out of me so hard I can feel splashes on my upper thighs as my piss runs onto their floor. "Damn bitch ain't yo momma teach ya no manners." says the guy who pointed at the chamber pot, as the others jump back in disgust. Great, I disgusted filthy naked bikers in the middle of an orgy. I knew things were going to get real bad for me real fast. "We ever piss in yer office?" One asked glaring at me. "Why da fuck you piss in our club house?" said another. They were all glowering at me, and I was more afraid for my life than I had ever been before. The club president gave a slight nod to the guy who manhandled me out of the doorway, and he slapped me across the face so hard I damn near fell down, and I think I blacked out for a second or two. "Bitch you dis us like dat you gonna get beat. Now clean yer mess, or you gonna find out what we do do disrespectful rich bitches." "Wha...wha...what c...c...can I cl...clean it with?" I stuttered nervously, hoping that I could still salvage my dignity and get out of here alive. "Youse gots a skirt n a shirt, use dem." The club president says, "or Joker here is gonna put yer ass over his knee and beat it black and blue til youse agree ta lick it off da floor. Yer choice." Looking around I see I'm surrounded by angry bikers, and there's no was words are going to help. Now I was glad that when I first got the call early this morning, that I had thrown on my clothes over my sleepwear. I pulled off my blouse, and I could see the disappointment in their eyes when they saw my Betty Boop tee shirt. Carefully getting down on my hands and knees, I begin to use my blouse to sop up my urine from the floor. When it couldn't hold anymore, I wring it out in the chamber pot, and return to cleaning this nasty floor that probably hadn't ever been cleaned since it was first put down, sometime around the revolutionary war. Most of the bikers got bored watching me, since I wasn't giving them the show they were hoping for. Most of them wandered away and found more entertaining and willing females. Joker stayed close to me, watching to make sure I cleaned up every last drop. When there was no more that could be wiped up, I stood up and tossed my urine soaked blouse into a nearby trashcan. I reached into my purse and pulled out my hand sanitizer and used it to clean my hands and knees. I saw the clubs president, standing with Joker, so I walked over to them, determined too get the hell out of here. As I approached these outlaws, I pushed down my fear and humiliation, remembering the words my favorite professor drilled into us, 'Emotion has no place in negotiations.' I had quickly learned he was right, and I taught myself to turn off my emotions when I was making deals, and soon I was closing deals no one else could. "Okay gentleman," I said, almost choking on the word, but forcing it out with a smile on my face. "My car is wrapped around a tree a few hundred yards from here. My iPhone is dead, my husband and children are in Lake Erin County hospital, and need surgery. The doctors won't operate until I sign the release. How much will it take for you to let me use a phone to call a cab and wait in your parking lot until it can get here?" Joker looks at the president and laughs. I see on the presidents cut he has a name embroidered on it, so I shift my position a bit so I can read it. Joker and Fister let out a big belly laugh, making several people look over at us. Not seeing anything, they return their attention to their carnal pursuits. After several minutes of laughing, Fister tells me "Lookee here darlin, ain't no damn cabs comin to this address. And my boys," he gestures at the orgy going on around us, "my boys, ain't gunna wanna leave this fiesta jus' to drive some snotty lil rich gal into town. Unless she makes it worth his while." "How much would it take to get a ride?" I ask feeling more confident now. All these guys combined probably make less money in a year than my housekeeper does. I figured a few hundred maybe even a grand, or two, at the most and I would be on my way to seeing my family. Fister looks me over up and down, leering at my trim figure. I must say for a 48 year old, I'm in excellent shape. I run at least 20 miles a week, and do yoga twice a day. Standing 5'7" in my stocking feet, I weigh 140 pounds, and have a slightly larger than average bust which is sagging a bit more than I would like, my hourglass figure is complimented by long lean muscled legs from running, and my stomach is as flat as an ironing board, with just a hint of a six pack. My long flowing jet black hair, normally work up, was loose and hanging down to my shoulder blades. My Asian mother gave me her exotic eyes, and soft full lips, my Latino dad gave me his olive complexion. The freckles were a gift from some Irish ancestor long forgotten. After sizing me up like a rancher would look over a cow at auction, Fister says "Money ain't gonna work ta-day darlin'. But you do have other...assets that might convince someone to take you for a ride." The two bikers laugh at the crude and thinly veiled joke. "Course you may have ta ask a few o' my brothers before one agrees ta leave all this." Without another word Joker and Fister stand up and walk away from me. They find two naked females who are unoccupied and roughly bend them over and without ceremony ram their hard dicks into the poor girls. They start pounding away into the females, their eyes boring into mine, daring me to look away. Never one to back down from a challenge when I was making a deal, I stared right back at them. I must admit, I did find their staying power impressive. They drove their cocks into the moaning girls for almost 20 minutes, never breaking eye contact, as sweat covered their torsos. The girls seemed to be enjoying the rough pounding as their moans grew louder the rougher it got. It didn't sound forced to me, not that I was all that experienced with sex. Now I wasn't a prude, I loved sex...with my husband. He was the only man that had ever been inside me. Only one other man had seen me naked, and that was my roommates boyfriend. One night after a bit too much too drink, my college roommate and I got into a fight about whose boyfriend was a better lover. We ended up making a bet. We would fuck our boyfriends at the same time and in the same room, and whoever had more orgasms before their boyfriend had his would be the winner. As we lay on our backs side by side, our legs over lapping each other, watching each other get fucked, I desperately wanted to reach over and grab her tits. I couldn't bring myself to do it, afraid of her reaction. Shaking my head to get rid of that image, I tried to think of something...anything else. With the smell of sex heavy in the air, and the sounds of orgasms constantly flowing around me, and the visuals of everyone copulating, in pairs and groups, was too much for me and forced everything from my mind but sex. I began to think about Fister bending me over and ramming his dick into my cunt, like I was one of the hookers here to be used I wondered what it would it be like to just be fucked and used for someone elses pleasure, hour after hour, never knowing who or when or where the next dick would be. Once again I had to force the thoughts of sex from my head, trying to remember that I had to figure out how to get to the hospital, and these guys were not being any help. I needed to go soon and without losing anymore of my dignity...or clothes. As I looked around the room for a likely candidate to give me a ride, I felt my hand rubbing my naked thigh. I jerked it away quickly thinking, God damn this shit is getting to me, I've gotta get outta here and soon, as I looked to see if anybody had noticed. Only Joker and Fister were looking at me, but based on the expressions on their faces, I doubted they'd notice a S.W.A.T. Team crashing through the front door. Watching these two men, and the depravity they were engaged in, I couldn't help but see them pull their wet shiny slick cocks out of the woman they were fucking, and then watched in fascination as their cum blasted out of their magnificent erections and coated the girls bodies. I unconsciously licked my lips, imagining cleaning those cocks, and the girls. Girl get a hold of yourself I thought. You're losing it. You're a respectable married lady not some common gutterslut. I watched as the girls stood up and began to use wet wipes to clean themselves off, "What a waste." I mumbled as I imagined myself licking the cum off their bodies. I really need to leave I thought. I'm becoming a wanton slut. Joker and Fister sat down and with a knowing look Fister asked "Having fun?"" My face turned red, thinking he saw me starting to rub myself. I tried to come up with any reply, but my mind was stuck in neutral, and nothing come out. Totally ignoring my lack of a coherent, or any, response for that matter, Joker looked at Fister. "What about No-Bone?" Fister nodded thoughtfully, and looked at me. "We got dis on brother, who ain't able to join in the fun. He jus' might be willin' ta take ya inta town." Fister pointed at a door labeled private. Knock on dat door and see if he'll take care of ya." I looked at him, not sure if I was being set up or if this was my chance to escape this den of inequity. I tried to get more information, but Fister just ignored me, while he talked to some of the other bikers. I hesitantly approached the door, wondering if stepping through that door would be the last time anyone saw me alive. O knocked and heard movement, holding my breath I waited. The door was jerked open, and I had to choke off my scream. Behind the door, in the half light was a man sized creature from the deepest darkest recesses of humanities nightmares. After staring at this man beast for God knows how long, I realized that I was looking a a human who had been horribly burned and was scarred and disfigured. Regaining some my composure, I said "I'm Sorry to bother you. I was told No-Bone was back here." "That's me lady. What can I do for you?" Came a gravelly voice from the poor unfortunate being standing before me. No Bone looked over my shoulder to where Fister was sitting. I forced myself not to turn around and look at the improprieties taking place behind me. I didn't know how much longer I could be exposed without joining in. No Bone stepped out of the doorway and into the shadows, so I could enter this room. "What can I do for you Miss." He asked politely, a refreshing change from the uncouth sub humans I had been dealing with in the main room. Journey to Gutterslut Ch. 02 Authors Notes Revised on August 2015 added header, fixed typos, and made slight changes to the story. Thanks to Katt2007 for the story Idea and breaking the worst case of writers block I ever had. This story contains fellatio, and non consent, If you don't like these activities then please find another story more to your liking. Votes and comments are always appreciated. Disclaimers All characters who witness, participate, or encourage sexual encounters are at least 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. As always, this story is ©2011 by Ldy_Sea. All Rights Reserved. Happy Orgasms ++++++++++ Ch. 02 Catt Disgusts Herself Riding over these bumpy back roads, my hiar streaming out from beneath the helmet in the wind, my skirt around my waist, the vibrations in my crotch and the sights sounds and smells of dozens of people having sex in one room all conspired to make my pussy burn with desire. Part of me hated the fact I was so turned on by these punks, yet part of me felt so alive and free. I wanted to cum so bad, but held modesty and decorum held me back from letting myself reach the peak my pussy was dying for. Besides I really didn't want the poor disfigured man who was giving me a ride knowing how horny I was. I was afraid if he told the others the effect they had on me, they would get my address from my cars registrations, and one night they would break into my house and rape me. Suddenly my mind filled with visions of my husband and sons tied up and gagged while the bikers raped me and my daughters in every hole. "OHHHHHHH MMMMMMYYYYYYYY GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD" I screamed into the wind as my body convulsed in one of the most powerful orgasms I ever had. I was shocked and confused. I hadn't touched myself and I was mostly disgusted by the thoughts and feelings running through my body. Yet, here I was on the back of a motorcycle, with an ugly disfigured criminal and I was cumming so hard I almost blacked out. I had no idea that so much pleasure was possible. I hated to admit it, but there was a small part of me that wished I had let myself give in to my lustful cravings, and been another slut for those brutal men to use and abuse as they wished. If I had been there just a few more minutes, I would've fucked every hard object in sight. As the war inside me raged for control of my body, I felt the bike slow and finally stop at a rundown abandoned house, that was set well off the road so passers by couldn't see anything going on in the structure. I began to get scared, and a little turned on when I imagined what was about to happen to me. As the bike slowed to a stop, I shouted over the noise of the engine. "Why are we stopping. You're supposed to take me to the hospital." No-Bone shut off the bike and gave me a non-committal look, as he climbed off. I began to look around for a way to escape, not entirely sure I wanted to. Before I could get off the bike and put my plan in motion, I heard him say "I would love to take you all the way, but I can't." and he started to laugh when he realized the double meaning of his words. I looked at him in confusion, and he pulled up his pants leg, showing me a pager looking device strapped to his ankle. "I'm on house arrest. I can only leave the clubhouse 90 minutes a day, and I was out this morning for an hour." "So why did you make me strip for you..." I began to scream at him, but I wasn't really angry, but I felt that a respectable wife and mother would be so I had to act like I was. He holds up his hands in a slow down gesture and I pause, "One of the clubs prospects lives here. He can take you the rest of the way. Follow me and I'll introduce you." I nodded, not entirely trusting my voice since my pussy was still pulsating from the vibrations of the bike and my earlier orgasm. No-Bone walked into the house and motioned for me to follow him. Reluctantly I climbed off the motorcycle, glad to have my skirt covering me again, and praying my legs would support my weight. I slowly walked up the steps of the porch, and opening the screen door I walked into the house. If anything the condition of this house made the bar look like a hospital. Filthy didn't even begin to describe it. "Someone lives here?" I asked in shock, wondering what vaccinations I would need from being exposed to this kind of contamination. In the center of the nastiness, stood a man. Not just any man, an Adonis of a man. He was at least 6'8" tall and weighed more than any two linebackers in the NFL combined. Not an ounce of that weight was fat. He was a mass of muscle, even his muscles had muscles. Long blond hair to his shoulders, worn loose, and bright blue eyes that showed there was a dark side to him. He was wearing jeans that looked like they were taken from Bruce Banner after he became the Hulk, and his cut. My knees went weak as I looked at his chest, he had a very well defined six pack, pecs the size of a Volkswagen bug, and his upper arms were about as big around as my waist. His wrists were the size of my thighs. All I could envision was this hunk of a man throwing me to the floor and ravishing my body over and over again. I felt another orgasm build as his eyes looked me up and down, as a little half smile ran across his face. "So, NB here tells me you need a ride. He also told me you gave him a lap dance. Well what do I get?" Before I could even think about it I blurted out "A blow-job!" and was on my knees and undoing his pants before I knew what came over me. He smiled as he gazed down at me, struggling to undo his pants. "Later NB." He called out as his friend walked out the door. "Now ya slut, ya wanna suck my cock? Den ya git dem fuckin' clothes off. Ya don't suck dick unless yer nekkid." I stood up. and suddenly it was like I was in a cartoon from the 50's. I had an angel on my right shoulder and a devil on my left. The Angel was reminding me of my family and loving husband lying in the hospital, and that a prim and proper lady doesn't give blow jobs to bikers in filthy houses. The devil reminded me of how good my orgasm felt, and promised better ones if I gave in to my Earthly desires. As the angel and devil fought for control of me, I looked up into the eyes of this gorgeous young man who was about the same age as my oldest son. I suddenly had a vision of him fucking me, while my son watched helpless to stop him. That was all it took and the angel disappeared, I was going to let this exquisite piece of masculinity shoot his load in my mouth. I pulled off my tee shirt and watched him smile as he saw my breasts. One hand reached out and hefted the fullness as his thumb flicked across my nipple sending shivers down my body. As his rough calloused hand played with my tit, I unzipped my skirt, and let it drop to the floor, leaving me standing before him in all my glory. His eyes locked onto my shaven pussy which was obviously leaking fluid, and my thighs were still soaked from my orgasm just minutes ago. Once naked I stood there letting him drink in my trim, well maintained figure. He put his hand on my head and pushed me to my knees. I anxiously knelt before him,and my hands reached for his belt buckle and I quickly released it. Pulling the zipper of his pants down, I tried reaching in and pulling out his cock. A sharp tug on my hair made me look up into his eyes. He had a frown on his face, and was slowly shaking his head no. Getting the message, I unbuttoned the waist of his jeans and pulled them down over his massive hips. As the pants slide down his body, his thick wiry pubic hair came into view. 'What a surprise, I thought, bikers don't manscape.' as his full thick pubic hair was slowly revealed to my hungry eyes. My breathing became rapid and shallow and I was constantly licking my lips, desperate to get his manhood in my mouth. Finally I began to see the flesh of his dick where it meets the waist. I smiled as I let my hand brush up against the juncture of his body and his being. My shoulder angel tried one more time to get me to be the wife and mother I had been for half my life, but the siren song of my lust was too powerful and the angel was vanquished. As his pants continued downward, exposing more and more of his shaft, I began to wonder if it was as long as his legs. Finally the head popped free of the dungarees and whacked me in the nose. Inhaling his musk drove me wild and I couldn't wait anymore. My mouth opened and captured the head of his shaft. "By the way, bitch, my names Aiden, but sluts like you can call me Master. What's yer name?" Taking his cock out of my mouth, I said, "I'm Catt...Catharine Gato." I replied wondering why I told him my full name. He gave me a firm smack across my face, and said, "Wrong. Dat's yer old name, what's yer name now." Recoiling when he struck me, I looked at him not understanding his question. My hand continued to stroke his shaft not wanting to give up such a wonderful, sexy cock. Realizing what all the bikers called me, I tentatively said "My name is slut, Master." "Very good slut. Now you can have da honor of tastin' my cock and drainin' my cum from my balls." as he rubbed my head and smiled down at me. For some reason I was very happy and eagerly took his shaft into my mouth and began to use every trick I had learned to make this the best blow-job he'd ever had. As I slobbered on his shaft, he reached down and pinched one of my nipples hard. "I'm gonna squeeze n' twist your nips until I spray my cum down yer throat. Da sooner I cum, da less you suffer, my pretty little pussy." He slowly increased the pressure on my nipples and smiled cruelly as began to take more of him into my mouth. I was desperate to feel it in my throat and to taste his cum, but was afraid that I wouldn't be able to take it all, even in pornos I had never seen a dick this big. Taking as much of him as I could in my mouth without choking, There was still at least half his length not being stimulated. So with my free hands I began to stroke the base of his cock with one hand, and fondle his balls with the other. I was using my tongue to lick and suck every part I could reach, wanting and needing to please this gorgeous beast of a man, and to taste his cum, as it blasted his cream. I kept working up more and more saliva so I could take more if him into my mouth. He He continued exerting pressure on nipples as I sucked and jerked and fondled him and it was making me hornier than I had ever been in my life. Eventually my nose was buried in his wiry pubic hair, and I was extremely proud that I had taken his whole length into my throat. Something I had never been able to do with my husbands significantly smaller penis. I felt myself gagging on the invasion of my throat and I didn't care. Keeping him in mye I looked up my eyes shining in pride and he just twisted my nipples so they were inverted. I screamed around his cock and slide my head back to get some air. I began to try earnestly to make him spray his creamy sauce, sucking like a a Oreck Vacuum sucks a bowling ball. My head was bobbing like an 80's teen at a hair band concert. The pain in my nipples was deliciously excruciating and all I could think about was whether I wanted his cum on my face or in my belly. Almost too soon, I felt his dick start to thicken and Master began to try and rip my nipples off my tits. The pain was going straight to my pussy, and bringing me close to orgasm like never before. I could feel how close Aiden was to flooding my mouth with his delicious sauce, so I redoubled my efforts on his manhood. Soon I heard Aiden start to breathe harder and faster and he started saying "Yeah bitch suck my fuckin' cock. Use dat whore mouth on my hard dick." A small shudder ran through me at his words and I slide my hand off his balls over his taint and up between his ass cheeks. He pulled my nipples out even more, making me groan around the hard flesh in my mouth. The pain in my tits brought the early warnings of another orgasm, and I heard Aiden say "Bitch I fucked a nigger whore in her ass last night, and ain't washed yet. I betcha like the taste of nigger whore ass on my dick don'tcha?" At his words I started to cum even harder than before, and by reflex I rammed my finger into his ass and touched his prostrate. Master jerked back violently, which caused pulling his cock from my mouth as my sweaty nipples tore free from his crushing grip. I made a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan as the blood rushed back into my nipples. That sound triggered Aiden's orgasm and the first blast of his cum, hit plastered across my right eye. His cock continued to fire like a Tommy Gun on valentines day in Chicago. Each shot of his spunk splattered on my face, and each time his warm cream hit me, my orgasm intensified. I couldn't stop cumming even if I wanted too. My body continued to shudder, and I gasped and moaned until I became too weak to support my own weight and collapsed onto the floor. After what seemed like an eon or two, I finally stopped convulsing, and my senses which had shut down from the overload of pleasure, began to come back one at a time. As I became aware of my surroundings again, I remembered who I was, and what I had done. I fought back tears of shame, thinking about my family lying in their hospital beds suffering. My arousal fled like an illegal alien from an Arizona State Trooper. I just wanted to die. Jumping to my feet, clutching my clothes to hide my nakedness, I ran through the open door to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut, I tried to turn on the water, but nothing came out. Aiden pushed open the door, and stood there watching me as he buckled his belt. "Where can I wash up?" I asked sullenly trying to hide myself from him. Aiden laughed "Bitch, dis place look like dere's runnin' water?" "Can I have some bottled water and a towel at least?" I asked stepping away from him, trying to keep him from attacking me again. "Nope. I guess we can stop at da pump and dump, and you can use da shitter to make yerself purdy." Aiden smirked at me, and my skin reddened even more. I looked at the man who just a few minutes earlier made my knees weak and my pussy tingle. Now he just made me want to vomit. With all the dignity I could muster, admittedly it wasn't much at this point, I used the last few sheets of toilet paper to wipe the sticky goo from my face. Then with Aiden watching I pulled on my skirt and teeshirt, and used the filthy mirror to try and fix my hair, eventually giving up on it, it was helpless. Aiden and I walked outside to his bike, and he climbed on. He handed me a helmet, and I put it on, wrinkling my nose at the smell of stale sweat and other things. I didn't even want to guess what created those odors. I climbed on behind him, and wrapped my arms around him getting a whiff of really pungent body odor. I looked at the back of his cut to see which MC I was going to report for rape. Unfortunately, all he had was a bottom rocker with the word prospect on it. After riding for a few minutes, Aiden pulled into a rundown mom and pop gas station. Pulling up to one of the pumps, he pointed to the side of the dilapidated building, "Shitter's over there." Then he got off and began to fuel his bike. I walked into the unisex restroom, closed and locked he door. Zstripping off all my clothes, I turned on the hot faucet full blast. I waited several minutes and all I got was tepid at best. I pulled several handfuls of toilet paper, and took them to the sink. I put the TP under the water, and then tried to get soap from the dispenser and it was empty. Using the TP I cleaned the caked on slime from my face as best I could. The cleansing became almost a spiritual experience, removing the stain of the last few hours from my soul. Using the cracked, discolored mirror, I reapplied my makeup, making my face look if not presentable, at least better than it did covered in dry cum. I had a serious case of helmet head, and the ends of my hair were tangled, but I had no way to fix it, so I left it alone. Looking at my clothes, I wanted to cry. My skirt was black, and there were noticeable wrinkles, but it didn't look too bad. My shirt was not only wrinkled, it was covered with dried cum and other unidentifiable stains. I wanted to rip it off my body and flush it down the toilet, but riding topless with Aiden was out of the question. I finished making myself as presentable as possible, and left the safety of the restroom. Entering the store, I was hoping they sold something I could use to replace the shirt I was wearing. For the first time today lady luck was with me. There was a rack of shirts all the same shade of deep red. Looking at them, they all had the same design. On the back was a stylized skull and crossbones. The skull was engulfed in flames, and the crossbones were swords dripping blood. Above the logo were the words Rogues of the Underworld in an semi circle. Underneath the image there was the name of our county, Lake Erin in an upwards arch. The two sets of words almost encircled the skull and crossbones. Turning the shirt around, I saw the words Bikers R-U-L-E me emblazoned in large block letters across the front of the shirt. . I grabbed one of the shirts, without even checking the size and took it to the register to pay for it. The proprietor nervously looked at Aiden, who said "She's a very special friend of the club Murray." and laughed. Murray, the proprietor, looked me over and licked his lips. Raising his eyebrows suggestively he said "Ya know I'm a good friend of RULE too. If you wanna party, I live in the house out back." and he leered at me as he rang up the shirt. I barely suppressed a shudder at the thought of screwing this short fat bald hairy hillbilly. I paid for the shirt and ran to the bathroom to change. As I pulled on the shirt, I remembered a news story I heard a few days ago about a new Biker Gang in the county that had pushed out some street gangs, and taken over. They had come out of nowhere, and quickly showed they had no problem using violence, and according to the news they had taken over the drug trade, as well as all sex related businesses legal and not. That's when I realized I had fallen into the hands of a violent biker gang and the nausea I had been feeling since leaving Aidens house took control and I ran to the toilet and emptied my stomach. Once I finished heaving, I stripped off Betty Boop and pushed her deep into the trash can, as I pulled on my new and hopefully very temporary top. I couldn't wait to get away from these criminals, and back to my normal life. I took a few deep breaths to steady my nerves, and left the restroom. Aiden had already started his bike, so I put on my helmet and climbed on. We roared away spitting gravel behind us. The miles passed quickly, and I tried not to think about anything. The vibrations were getting irritating, and making my legs tired and numb. I was still feeling nauseous and the smells assaulting my nostrils, the biker punks BO, his unwashed clothes, the exhaust fumes, and stale sweat, from the helmet was making it even more difficult to not throw up again. I was seriously considering vomiting on Aiden's back, but I was too afraid of what he would do to me. He just might kill me if I did. I was debating asking him to stop, but not wanting to be around him any longer than I needed too, I tried to hold it in waiting until I got to the hospital, to throw up. Soon I saw the hospital entrance, and I knew I ould make it just a bit longer. As soon as the bike stopped, I jumped off threw the helmet to Aiden and ran into the safety of the building. I was in the the lobby, and saw a sign for restrooms. I ran to the ladies room and into the first stall, making it just in time. When my stomach was empty, I turned on the hot water and scrubbed my face raw. I even mixed a small amount of soap with water and washed out my mouth to get rid of his taste. I then used my finger to brush my teeth, trying to not feel so dirty inside, and washing he outside wasn't helping. Journey to Gutterslut Ch. 02 Some vomit had gotten on the new shirt, so I went to the ladies room door and waited until a nurse walked passed. I told her that I needed a top since I had puke on the one I was wearing, and she brought e a scrub top. Gleefully I took off the biker club shirt and went to throw it out. For some reason I put it in my purse instead of the trash can. Pulling on the scrub top, I went looking for my family. Trying to treat the last few hours like they were a bad dream. Finding the ward they were in and signing the papers for my husbands surgery, I waited with my children who were all in one large room, until the doctor came in and told us my husband would be fine. For the first time that day, I cried for joy. ********** Several days later, my whole family was discharged and I loaded them into the rental car I was using until the insurance could settle our claims. When I turned into the driveway, I had to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting my wrecked car which was sitting in the middle of my driveway... ++++++++++ Ch. 3 is in the works and should be up sometime before the end of 2015...I HOPE! Journey to Gutterslut Ch. 01 As he closed the door, I started to tell him my story and asked for his help. He looked at me and I could see the concern for a fellow human being in his eyes. Try to appeal to his human decency, I finished by saying "So if I don't get there soon my husband and children might die." "Well that's a right sad story miss. I feel for you, and I guess I can give you a ride, but what do I get in return?" "I have money, I reply hoping I can appeal to his greed, since sex was out of the question. Shaking his head he replied. "I don't need money. I have everything I need. Well almost everything." he says sadly. "What is it you need that you don't have?" I ask knowing there was very little I couldn't get and I was willing to get anything, legal or not to get out of this nuthouse. "Well as Fister told you, I can't have sex anymore. I do still enjoy a female's body. I'd be willing to give you a ride, but in return, I want a sexy striptease and lapdance." "No way!" I yelled. "I'm a happily married woman who's always been faithful to her husband. There is no way I am giving some stranger a lap dance for a 30 minute drive." I was reaching for the door to leave when his voice stopped me. "Look lady, I know I'm horribly disfigured. I have to hide back here so the ladies entertaining my brothers out there aren't grossed out by me. If I step out there most of those woman will run of screaming and never come back. So I hide back hear and listen to all the sounds of sex." I look at him in sympathy not knowing how it would feel if my husband had something similar happen. "Now if you go back out there, my brothers will forcibly strip you naked, and fuck you in every hole repeatedly until they get tired of using you, or until you die. The worst I can do is look at you and maybe touch your breasts or pussy a little bit, then you're on your way to your family." I thought about it, and knew he was right. I started to cry, wishing I could rewind the last 4 hours of my life, and get on the damn freeway instead of taking back roads to avoid traffic and cops, thinking I could save several miles and make better time. "What kind of people are you?" I ask as the tears flowed. "I can give you enough money to buy a brand new top of the line Harley, and instead all you think about is sex. This is crazy." "You call it crazy. I call it a fair trade. A ride for a lap dance." I had given a few lapdances to my husband on special occasions like his birthday, but I always felt it was not something a respectable married lady and mother of 4 should be doing. It always felt wrong, wrong and dirty. My mind suddenly flashed an image of girls getting cum blasted onto their naked flesh, and my brain said what harm is there. This isn't your home, or your husband. In this licentious environment giving a stranger I would never see again a lapdance didn't seem as skanky as it did in the privacy of my bedroom. "Let's get it over with." I said, and No Bone sat down in a chair as I started to sway to the music. As my hops gyrated side to side, I pulled off my Betty Boop tee shirt and dropped it onto the floor, freeing my breasts, the same breasts that fed my children all those years ago. I bent over a bit to let them hang down and shimmied my shoulders. I saw No Bones eyes light up and he reached out and just let his hand gently rub against the soft flesh. His touch made me moan in pleasure, and I stepped closer to him. Turning my back I unfastened my skirt and slowly slide it down my legs, bending at the waist to lower it all the way to the floor. I let it puddle at my feet and looked back as no bone reached out and touched the booty shorts I had slept in last night. I juggled my cheeks, as his hand made contact. "My God," he exclaimed, "Your soaking wet." "MY face turned red when I realized my shorts were still soaked in urine from my accident before, but I didn't want to admit my shame so I kept my mouth shut. Stepping away from him, I hooked my thumbs into the shorts and slide them off my legs, shuddering as the urine soaked material left wet streaks down my thighs and calves. Now naked except for my shoes I danced around the well spoken, deformed man, and let him get a good look at my nude body. I was hoping to be done soon, but as I moved back in front of him, he patted his lap. Realizing I didn't have a choice I moved closer to her and rubbed my tits against his chest and dragged them up his chest and onto his face. He took the opportunity to suck my nipple into his mouth. My body shuddered and I realized I was close to a climax. As I pulled my nipple free from his mouth, I saw a tear begin to roll down his cheek, as his hands slipped between my legs and started to caress my labia. For some reason I began to feel powerful, and sexy. This man I had just met, was memorized by my naked body, and nothing could take his attention off me. I let him rub my pussy until I felt I was getting close, and then sat down on his lap in a sittiing reverse cowgirl. His hands wrapped around my body and grabbed my tits. He started to knead them as my pussy found his penis and started to rub on it through his pants. My hips were rocking my tits were being squeezed, and I was loving every second of this. I heard No Bone moan in pleasure and start to thrust his hips against me. We rubbed our bodies together and the friction of his jeans on my burning pussy was all it took, and in seconds I was thrashing about groaning as the orgasm that had been building since I arrived, finally washed over me. As I was overcome with pleasure, No Bone found my clit and rubbed it to prolong my climax, and it worked. I kept cumming for almost a minute under his expert manipulation. When I finally regained my senses, I realized what I had done and where I was. My whole body turned beet red. I jumped off his lap and grabbed my skirt and tee shirt and quickly dressed. I left the booty shorts on the floor of the club not wanting the reminder of my wantonness. Once I was dressed, I looked at him trying to regain some authority. "Now it's time to go." I told him. Sitting in the seat he looked at his hand which was coated in my secretions. I watched as he deliberately put his fingers into his mouth and tasted me. My knees went weak, and I almost stripped again. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths to get myself under control. When he was done savoring my flavors, he stood up and smiled at me. Steeping very close to me, he whispered "Thank you, it's been years since I made a woman cum." and then he gently kissed my cheek. Stepping back in embarrassment he took my hand and lead me out a side door. He climbed onto a bike, and handed me a helmet. I put it on as he started the bike. As soon as the motor roared to life, I knew I was in trouble. The powerful vibrations of the steel horse seemed to concentrate right on my naked pussy. Then I realized that sitting astride the back pushed my skirt up almost to my hips. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled my body close to hide my naked bits from other travelers. ++++++++++ End Note. I am going to start working an a chapter 3 to this series soon. I have several stories I am actively working on, and it may take some time to get the 3rd chapter up. I am hoping that it will be posted before Halloween 2015.