Chapter 6
Robyn reluctantly entered the bar. The occupants, suited in full leather regalia, held a bizarre appeal. Normally, she wouldn't have set foot in such a establishment, which attracted an element foreign to her regularly structured world. The rustic smell, combined with the somber faces, added a taste of the forbidden.
She had carefully chosen her attire. A sleeveless blouse, leather studded vest and blue jeans that looked as though they'd been painted on rather than worn, mesmerized her onlookers. The high-heeled leather boots, clicking on the wood floor, held them in awe. She teased her brown hair into a feathery mess. The brightest shade of red in her make-up collection colored her thick, sensual lips. Delving into her jewelry box, she had predominantly selected silver. Bracelets bearing a strong resemblance to handcuffs weighed her wrists. Earrings, along with rings completed the Harley Davidson look.
Robyn had transformed herself from Police
Babe to Motorcycle Renegade, and felt good about it.
Stepping out to the bars was a treat. The men had been roped into some top secret mission that suddenly opened the evening for her. Robyn hadn't bothered consulting with the other girls about their plans. Restless from her little escapade at the mall, she craved more action. A taste for strange cock bedeviled her. She had dressed carefully for her outing, wanting to blend with a specific crowd.
The denizens of a leather bar-a subculture that forever intrigued her-seemed par for the course. They were the flipside of the cops, ostensibly on the opposite side of the law. Both represented authority, with a separate spin.
Robyn's promise to Melissa had been empty. That vow, however, had been extracted under duress. She had literally caught her with her mouth full. How was Robyn to know Melissa would come looking for her? She seemed so engrossed with those bargain bins, content to meticulously sift through the titles. That cute clerk gave her the eye, fed her the images, then unzipped his pants. Robyn merely shifted into automatic pilot.
The entire scene had been regrettable. Robyn realized she should have exercised more restraint, especially when in Melissa's company. Melissa's dedication to the Police Babes ran deep. She was their self-appointed guardian and confidante. The girls viewed her as a prototype.
Robyn wasn't questioning her involvement with that elite club. She enjoyed being with the men, yet the monotony of the same partners wore thin. Her familiarity with their-likes and needs took the fun out of it. The thrill of sex, at least for Robyn, largely revolved around uncovering those details.
When her lips and tongue had been on that clerk's cock, she worked with the feedback he gave her. His labored breathing, flinching and tremors served as her guide. She could feel his excitement building before giving him a heel-rocking sendoff. That mouthful of cum had never tasted better.
Explaining her philosophy to Melissa would have been futile. Taking that walk on the wild side alone was better. Having secrets were the spice of life. She jettisoned all guilt, in favor of the adrenaline.
Nobody would suspect her excursion to a leather bar. Located on the side of town infamous for such behavior, it varied from any place she would ordinarily frequent. Robyn felt safe in her disguise. The sassy look she achieved differed from her usual appearance.
Harley Davidson memorabilia adorned the walls. Neon beer signs solely provided the room's light. The place had a murky quality, as though she had entered a forbidden zone. Venturing into such territory provided a sweet rush. Robyn had glimpsed the bar from the outside. Her curiosity culminated in a visit.
A hundred eyes followed her seductive figure as she made her way through the smoky haze. Robyn projected a "drop dead" attitude. Sashaying to a stool, she deposited her sumptuous rump and signaled the bartender with a crooked finger. He was the stuff of fantasy: tall, burly and dark, slick hair; bare-chested except for a leather vest. Tattoos adorned his upper arms.
"A beer," she said, with authority.
He filled a tall glass from the tap and slid it to her. The foam edged over the rim. Before she could pass him her money, a large hand slapped several dollar bills on the counter.
She glanced at the owner of that giant paw. A ruggedly handsome guy with brown hair and strong features covered her first brew. Garish tattoos covered his grapefruit-sized biceps. His T-shirt seemed too small, squeezed over a torso of muscular definition. A thick leather belt enclosed his trim waist and a pair of tight blue jeans revealed sinew-rich thighs. He wore an earring on his left ear and had a red bandanna stuffed in his rear right pocket.
A blond dude, similarly attired, brooded over her. He balled his fists, as though seeking a fight. Robyn lounged in the heat of his gaze. He looked wired, as though he wanted to shove the dark-haired guy away and pounce on her.
Women inhabited the bar, too. Leather principally comprised their outfits. Robyn's ensemble had been on target. Leather stretched over jutting breasts, appetizing rumps and slender thighs. Nipples, conceivably hardened by tit clamps, vividly protruded. Boots were the choice of footwear.
Robyn shivered. The occupants of the bar made her wet. She presumed the majority were from motorcycle gangs. Their obsession with leather and their fierce, erotic nature aroused her.
The speaker system was shot. Heavy Metal music poorly echoed. Not one complaint had been lodged over its entertainment value. The people convened exclusively for atmosphere and mingling.
Robyn instantly picked up on the stifling aura of sex. It powerfully hit her.
After a while, the tension leveled off. Some people drifted to other parts of the bar. It consisted of two floors. Robyn, observing what amounted to primitive mating rituals, saw couples pair off and descend a staircase. A barbarian, with beefy arms folded across a massive chest, guarded that entrance.
The two men began talking to her. Through conversation, she learned their names. Brian, the dark-haired guy who bought her the drink, and Bob, the blond, saturnine fellow, broke the ice. They wanted to know everything about her, but she told them little. She edited her comments, purposely leaving large gaps. Retaining complete anonymity was important for her. She supplied them no clues as to her true identity.
Some of the people who had disappeared earlier reappeared in a more pensive frame. Their docility drew Robyn's curiosity. All came from the lower level. Robyn could almost distinguish the moans and sighs that drifted up the flight. It slowly occurred to her that private rooms were on hand, or a large-scale orgy coordinated.
Robyn slid off her stool. She wanted to see for herself.
The two men followed.
The brawny guard did not stop her. Robyn was properly attired. Apparently, all incomers had to wear leather. She passed with flying colors, as did her escorts.
The difference between the main floor and basement of the bar equated to purgatory and hell. While they inspected each other and determined their partners on one level, they congregated to the other to consummate those desires.
As she suspected, the downstairs was partitioned into rooms of various dimensions. Some were narrow stalls in which naked flesh writhed. Others were spacious and accommodated several people. Robyn noted that all were occupied. The leather articles stayed on, but all other clothing was removed. Hard cocks slid into wet pussies. Nipples were indiscriminately pinched. Noisy slurps echoed, followed by ecstatic gasps. The smell of spilt cum wafted.
Robyn watched the couplings. Some were more urgent, hurrying as though they couldn't curb the madness. Others maintained an even pace, giving back the pleasure they received.
Brian pulled her into a stall vacated by two couples. Robyn craned her neck to study the activities of one across the way. A man, flaunting an impressive boner, enthralled two women. He wobbled on his heels as they licked him. A set of tongues danced his length. She glimpsed a strip of leather, heavily adorned with studs, attached to the base of his cock. Robyn knew at once that he had on a cock-ring. The tension it exerted perpetuated his rigid stance, even after orgasm. Judging from the enthusiasm and imagination the women displayed, the cock-ring was an unwarranted device.
In the adjoining stall, Robyn saw a woman laying spread-eagled on the floor. A man inserted his hard dick in her pussy and pumped her for several intense moments. The woman moaned as he rammed her, taking the brunt of his sexual fury. While she received him, a woman attached tit clamps to her nipples. The girl getting fucked clenched her teeth. Abruptly, he yanked himself from her cunt. His cock glistened with her abundant juices. Within moments of separation, the woman lowered her face. Robyn's pulse quickened as she licked her freshly fucked snatch. Certainly, a female tongue felt marvelous after an exhausting encounter with a monstrous male organ.
Robyn found the performances hypnotic. The men in her stall, however, wanted to give the others a show and required her participation.
Brian, the dark-haired guy, relieved Robyn of her blue jeans while she sucked face with Bob, the blond. His breath warmed the back of her neck. After a second, Brian buried his face in her nape. Robyn trembled as he trailed kisses along her spine. Bob's tongue was in her mouth, suppressing her moans.
Brian released her tits from captivity. Yanking off her T-shirt, he replaced her leather-studded vest. Her nipples had begun to harden beneath his soothing rotations. His flow sustained her arousal. He tweaked those thick buttons, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her system.
Bob withdrew his tongue and assaulted those stiff peaks. Dizzy from his exploration, Robyn hadn't begun adjusting to his slurping her nipples. Orally fluent, he kept her delectation constant. His bubble-rich swirls brought woozi-ness.
Brian vied for her snatch. Robyn felt his breath descend her backside. He pulled apart her buns, briefly sampling their velvet texture. The strength of his fingers excited her. Without warning, he stuck his tongue into her sodden crevice. The lips of her pussy unfolded to receive that wriggling thing. Meticulously, he licked her walls. He scooped mouthfuls of her honey. His loud gulps inferred enjoyment.
Unprepared for that single luxury, Robyn buckled against Bob. His arms flew around her, keeping her still. Framing her tits with his hands, he went down for more. Robyn reeled from his suck. His teeth grazed her nipple. His waltzing tip, followed by the wash of hot saliva, had her moaning.
Bob unzipped his pants and flung them to the side of the stall. His elongated cock pressed through his underwear. Its size prompted her hunger pangs. Robyn could scarcely wait to get at it.
Robyn yanked down his briefs. Bob's dick swung out, looking for her mouth. Delicately, she slurped that domed head. Bob reacted strongly to her gentle approach. Robyn circled the jutting rim, distributing foam. She lashed his veins, letting bubbles form and burst. Wrapping her fingers to the bottom of his shaft, She steadily pulled. After traveling his length, she tongued his balls. The taste of male flesh and hair increased her excitement.
Brian maneuvered his head between her legs. Cupping her buttocks, he hauled her tightly to his face. He sucked her until the juices abundantly flowed. His tongue cycled about her love button before lashing it. Sobbing, Robyn oozed into his mouth. Those fluid spins beset her clit.
Robyn managed to get her mouth around the top of Bob's cock. She neglected taking more. Brian's expert whips almost left her incoherent. Robyn creamed on his face, yet his eating endured as though he couldn't get enough. She sucked softly on Bob, moving her lips and tongue to his satisfaction. His blue eyes became glazed as Robyn increased her pull. His salty fluid dissolved on her tongue. She swallowed another inch, gliding luxuriously over those veins. She concentrated on the one running his full length. He quivered within her sweet compression.
Robyn massaged him without letup. Oral and manual stimulation beautifully complemented one another. His dick became slippery from her excess saliva. Robyn deliberately let much of it escape the corners of her lips. Her tingling froth dribbled to his ample base. She wove up and down, masturbating and sucking him. Her efforts brought him to full extension. The skin stretched tautly over that inflamed section.
Brian impaired her mental powers. His silvery licks sent her thoughts askew. He dipped into her pink center and scooped its honey content. Robyn gasped at his thrilling reach. Her cunt snared his tongue, reeling him until his nose pressed into her mound. After he secured his lips, he sucked her until she was hoarse. Her pussy juice welled from her jittery core. He lapped it up. His persistent tongue divided her muff.
Couples from the surrounding stalls peeked in to watch. Robyn was aware of the constant scrutiny. The male voyeurs stroked themselves while the female ones licked their lips. They openly lusted for her.
Bob cupped the back of Robyn's head and pressed. "Deep-throat it, baby. Show them how much you can take."
Her lips widened. Robyn went down on him slowly, conscious of Brian's ticklish splendor. She forgot her audience. Her fist anchored him. Her shifting thumb tormented his heavy vein. Little by little, his cock filled her mouth. She flickered about his oncoming shaft with serpentine skill. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as Robyn consumed him. He smashed his bloated crown to her roof, then eased into her throat. There was so much of him to swallow, yet she managed. Robyn coordinated her breathing and intake of cock. Her lips inched to his trunk.
"That's it," Bob croaked, packing her face. "Take me down to the balls."
His girth stifled her husky sob. Her tip went back and forth over that pulsing vein. Robyn sufficiently loosened to ingest that final portion. His dick throbbed in her throat. She sucked it tenderly, challenging his will power.
Bob's hair-dusted thighs shook around her face. "Harder," he rasped. "Crush me with your lips."
Robyn obediently twisted about his stem. His groans escalated in pitch. Suspecting that he might explode, she retreated to his plump knob. She could taste his involuntary discharge. He exuded a mere few drops, but their saltiness drove her wild.
Brian's nibbling did not cease. He tormented her pink folds with his limber tip. His saliva saturated her crevice and made her clit tingle. He did not confine his slurps to her pussy. Brian lathered her anus, too. He pulled her butt cheeks apart and delved into that hot channel. Robyn moaned as he wriggled his way into her.
Bob steered her to his cock, keeping her mouth busy. He obviously didn't want that fabulous lip activity to end. The intermittent pressure he applied to the back of her head reminded her of his urgency.
Robyn alternately stroked him with her fist. When not tugging him, she caressed his balls. Her feathery touch caused him to writhe. When his dick twitched too strongly, she detached her lips and slapped a fresh coat of saliva to his balls. Her tiny bubbles popped on his taut pouch.
He sharply exhaled. "I love the way that mouth handles me. It knows what to do." To his male competitors, he said, "Envy me, guys." He drove himself into her face until his pubes tickled her nose. He leisurely withdrew after a fortifying breath. "Christ. It-likes going into your throat."
Brian completed lubricating her anus with his tongue. Robyn predicted the reason for his thorough job. Within seconds of completion, he aligned himself to her backside. His thumbs pried apart her quivering buns. Her butt hole tensed around his blunt head.
"Yeah," Bob gasped, "put it in her ass."
Brian gradually sank into her. Her mouth few off Bob as that thing took purchase of her rectum. Robyn cried out in ecstasy. Her anus shrank around his advancing member. When his balls kissed her shivering cheeks, she knew he was wholly installed. His pubes scratched her rump.
"This ass is mine," Brian muttered, pumping it. "Oh, yeah. I'm going to ride until dawn."
The pleasure was so extreme, Robyn almost fainted. Not only did he deeply shaft her, but centered a finger over her clit and renewed her bliss. The jiggling overruled any negative effect. Robyn usually focused on the enjoyment butt-fucking provided. That restless digit amplified the experience.
"Do you like having a cock in your ass, baby?" Bob asked, massaging himself. He sawed through his closed fist. "How does it feel?"
"Good," Robyn mentioned through clenched teeth. It tunneled into her, thrust after thrust. Robyn flung herself at it, fucking back. "Ohhhh."
Bob tucked his dick into her cleavage, then pistoned his hips. His discolored bulb emerged from her cleft. "I'm going to fuck these tits," he groaned, slicing into them. "Christ, are they soft."
"Oh, God," Robyn moaned, watching his cock disappear, then resurface.
The saliva on his rod simplified his passage. He dragged that huge thing through her sweaty groove. Robyn sobbed from his vigorous pulsations.
Behind her, Brian crammed himself to capacity. His balls repeatedly smacked her butt. He pulled back, then squeezed himself into her tiny hole. Robyn hungrily snapped him up. His lumbering movement totally aroused her. If his finger hadn't kept her alert, she might have blacked out. Her clit thickened beneath his stirring pressure. Her juices sprinkled his fingertips.
Bob thumbed her nipples, tenderly revolving around those nuggets. He disbursed electric shocks to her system. His blue eyes were intent on her as he pressed himself into her damp folds.
His cockhead crept toward her mouth, then retreated. Robyn let out her tongue and slurped it. Bob's lips drew back, reflecting his white teeth. Robyn lashed him again on the rebound. His harsh exhalation told her exactly how close to orgasm he was.
Brian jammed her ass-hole with cock. Robyn could barely think about what plugged her butt. He ground himself to her expanded opening. Each lunge made her weak with desire.
Robyn licked Bob's tip until it turned scarlet. His breathing became convulsive. He rammed through her cleavage, gulping air. Suddenly, he spurted cum. Hot jism showered her. Robyn was powerless to avert it. Her nipples, chin and tongue received the creamy onslaught.
Brian jiggled her to orgasm. He uncovered her pleasure's pulse and brought it to a satisfying conclusion. Robyn spasmed in his arms, with his cock submerged. Her seizure-ridden body thudded against him, riding out the storm.
When Robyn finished, he pulled out of her. Her contractions precipitated his climax. He jetted onto her shaking buns, howling in delight. Robyn collapsed against Bob with a sigh. Brian emptied himself over her spent form before surrendering to exhaustion.
Strange hands took hold of her. Robyn could tell others wanted their turn. She didn't think she could go another round.
The hands, however, belonged to women. They wanted to lick the jism from her body. A tongue flickered over her buttocks, taking a brief detour in her anus.
Another woman sucked her cum-splattered nipples. Her lips, enclosing her swollen nuggets, were soft and stimulating. Robyn surrendered to their exotic swirls. A second tongue swept her, cleaning her stomach. Another went into her mouth, stifling her moans.
It was a night un-like any she ever experienced. Robyn was in no hurry to see it end.