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“Hi, excuse me. I need to talk to someone,” you spoke to the blonde mechanic who stood sloped over an engine, “a Mr. Barnes?”
Twisting to cast you a glance, he only murmured, “I think you might be in the wrong place, darling,” before his eyes reunited with the car before him, letting his grease-covered hands continue to tinker away.
“Oh no, I’m in the right place, I’m sure of it,” you stood your ground, “so, is he around?”
With a low exhale, the gruff-looking man straightened up before squinting down at you, “well, what does a girl like you got to talk to him about?”
“Something,” you shifted your weight as you uttered cryptically, “something important.”
“Oh, alright… well, unfortunately, you just missed him,” he lied, though directly in the small office behind him, a gruff looking man peered through slivers of the blinds that covered the interior window, as a mechanic beside him leaned down to whisper in his ear, “so if you don’t have any other business here, a bike or a car that needs fixing, then–”
“Steve!” the dark-haired man in the office suddenly boomed through the open door, “it’s alright, let her in.”
Stepping aside, the blonde mechanic held out an arm in the direction of the room, shepherding you inside. The fella who had been relaying everything to the boss slipped past as you entered, before he shut the door behind you.
And as the tatted-up man behind the desk finally glanced up to look at you, the tone of your voice trembled slightly as you then spoke, “…are you Mr. Barnes?”
Chuckling lightly at your formality, “Mr.–, well, yeah. I’m Bucky,” he eyed you a moment, making you shift timidly under the brashness of his stare, “you wanted to speak to me? No offence, sweetheart, but you don’t look like the type to jump on a bike, but I mean, if that’s why you’re here, I’ve got a few in the back that could be yours for the right price.”
“Oh, that’s not why I’m here,” you shook your head.
“A car then?”
“No, no, this is about–…” you tilted your head, “well… it’s about Thomas.”
Sitting back a bit more in his seat, Bucky puffed out, “well, fuck me. I didn’t know he had a wife.”
“What? No!” you swiftly screeched, eyes growing huge at his assumption, “I’m his sister.”
“Ah…” the older man breathed as he once again let his eyes wander, “so you’re the famous little sister… I thought you were away at some fancy university.”
“Ever heard of a little thing called summer break?” you scoffed, though instantly regretted the attitude as it surely wouldn’t help your case.
But thankfully, your comment only made the intimidating man chuckle, “okay, uh, so, why the urge to come chat to me instead of going off to the beach with your friends or something?”
After you took a second to gather up the courage, you then stated, “I don’t want him coming around here anymore. You can’t have him.”
Unfazed, the man behind the desk muttered, “and why not, if I might ask?”
“You know why,” you shifted slightly, your eyes narrowing in Bucky’s direction.
“And just what are you implying here?” he leaned forward, planting his inked and burly forearms on the table between you both, “I simply gave him a job as a perfectly respectable mechanic.”
“You know damn well that’s not what you did… I know you’re not just the boss of some auto shop…” you uttered quietly, “…a year ago, he had a bright future ahead of him, a good job lined up, a good head on his shoulders, and then you came into the picture and poisoned him.”
“Poisoned him, huh? That’s cute…” he chuckled chillingly at your accusation, “he’s a free man, sweetheart. He can do whatever he wants to do. If he wants to ride a bike, then he’ll ride a fucking bike.”
“You know damn well that’s not all that you and your kind does,” you snapped, your fist clenching into a fist nearly hard enough for your nails to break the skin.
“And just what were you thinking I was supposed to do about it, huh?”
“I know he’s not a full-fledged member yet of your gang.”
But that phrasing finally made a crack in his charismatic façade, “don’t call it a gang, it’s a motorcycle club.”
“I know he’s not a full-fledged member of your mob yet,” you blindly repeated heatedly, “a prospect, or whatever you call it. You can still kick him out without any fuss,” you stated before your voice then shrunk once more, cracking under the pressure as you went on, “please, just–… I’m scared of what’ll happen, who he will become if he doesn’t quit now. I’ve already lost both of my parents, I can’t lose him too.”
For a moment, Bucky simply sat back in his chair and stared at you. But then, when his eyes finally settled, his mind had cooked up a solution.
“…you know, one of the beauties of living in a small town like this is that everyone’s business spreads like wildfire… you just can’t help what you hear through the grapevine…” he slowly told you, “let’s see… rocky childhood, your brother basically raised you, yet somehow you still managed to walk the straight and narrow, become the valedictorian of your class in high school, get a scholarship to some college that otherwise would have never even looked twice at a girl like you from a shithole of a town like this… history major, right?” you then promptly nodded, utterly stunned by all of the details the criminal knew about you, “yeah… a real good girl, just as I suspected… but just how good are you really?”
“What?” your brows only knit together further, “if you’re trying to make me take his place, I–”
“Jesus fuck, calm down, kid,” Bucky scoffed, “I’m not putting a smoking gun in your hand. I’m just trying to get to know you.”
“I–, uh…” a shiver ran down your spine, “sir, I’m just here to help my brother.”
“And how far would you go to do so?”
“Well–…” you thought about it for a second, “what do you want? Money? I don’t have much, but I could try and scrounge up something–”
“No, I’m not interested in your money,” his eyes then dipped.
“Then what do you want?” you pleaded, trying to ignore his bold gaze, “I’ll do pretty much anything, as long as it’s legal.”
“Are you still a virgin?” he then casually asked you, completely out of the blue.
“Excuse me?” your vision promptly widened.
“I mean, you sure fucking squirm like one,” he smirked, continuing to stare.
“I-I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you crossed your arms, half in an attempt at covering yourself up more.
“So you are, alright,” he concluded from your dismissiveness, “well, then I do think there’s a way here for us to strike a deal.”
“I–…” you blinked hard, “I’m sorry, what does my romantic life have to do with that?”
“Oh, you really are innocent, aren’t you?” he then laughed, “how old did you say you were again?”
“I didn’t,” you shifted before you then told him, “I’m twenty.”
“Twenty…” he echoed, tasting it on his tongue as if he’d just gone down on you, “damn…”
“How old are you?” you shrugged, not understanding how this basic information had anything to do with how you were gonna help your brother.
“Well, over double your age…” he cocked his head and you caught sight of some of the grey that dusted his beard.
“Okay…” you breathed, blinking back at him with furrowed brows, “I’m sorry, I’m a bit lost. Are you gonna help me out or not? Are you gonna kick Thomas out?”
“I am,” he pursed his lips.
“Really?” a relieved gasp swiftly filled your lungs.
“Yeah,” he nodded, averting his gaze before he then filled you in on the rest of the proposition, “that is if you let me pop your cherry.”
Utterly stunned, the glints of celebration promptly vanished from your face, “y-you want to–”
“Be the first person to fuck that sweet pussy of yours,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“I-I–…” you stammered a moment before stating in a firm tone, “no,” glaring back at him as if the biker had just grown a second head.
“You sure?” his tone didn’t waver, as if your apprehension didn’t faze him one bit, “I thought you were desperate to get your dear brother to turn his life back around, but I guess if it’s really not that important to you, then maybe I could move his final initiation test up–”
“No, wait!” you cried out, nearly scurrying over the table right then and there, “don’t! I–…”
Tilting his head, the tinge of repulsion that flickered across your features only egged him on, “yes?”
“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing to this…” you murmured to yourself before huffing, “fine, I’ll do it. If it means you’ll leave my brother alone, then alright.”
“Great,” the corners of his lips twitched into a smirk that made your stomach churn, “swing around Nick’s bar tonight. Have a drink with me.”
“Here,” Bucky handed you a drink, tearing your wide eyes away from the seedy biker bar you now found yourself in.
“Thanks…” you stared down at the amber liquid inside. Raising the stout glass up to your lips, you then naively took a sip that was way too big, causing you to instantly cough as it burned down your throat.
Peering over at you as you lowered the glass again, the biker let out a cruel chuckle, “don’t tell me you’ve never had a drink before either.”
“No, I have,” you shot back defensively, your throat still on fire, “just not one this strong.”
“Hm,” he twisted slightly in his seat to face you more, “well, it’s your choice. It’ll help your nerves, but then again, I don’t mind if you’re shaking so much that I’ll have to wrestle you,” he stated calmly, making you go bug-eyed and swiftly choose to pick up your drink once more.
It didn’t take very long at all for you to get drunk, although it probably helped that each time you finished off your glass, someone would swoop in and refill it before you could protest.
The place was buzzing around you with rough-looking individuals, all of their backs adorned with patches, though you were too scared to meet any of their eyes. A few even tried to walk up and shoot their shot with you, though as you shrivelled up in hopes of turning invisible before them, the bikers would catch Bucky’s eye and hastily turn on their heel again.
When your wandering eyes eventually spotted the dingy restroom in the corner of the bar, you figured that it might be able to grant you enough of a break to catch your breath and let you muster up the courage for what came next.
“Hey, I’ll be right back,” you murmured, spotting out of the corner of your eye as he offered you a slight nod of approval, before you then jumped off the barstool, only to discover on your short trek across the room just how dizzy the alcohol had now rendered you.
The lavatory was grimy and mucked up with layers of old posters and flies on the walls, but it still turned out to be a safe enough space for you to freak out a little bit in.
Though once you’d dried your tears and gathered yourself once more, someone was standing directly on the other side of the door as you began to creak it open.
And before you could even react, Bucky had pushed his way inside, shoving you back in as well before you could slip past, and his inked fingers swiftly locked the door behind him.
“Mr. Barnes, what are you–, mmhpf–,” your words were promptly muffled as the biker suddenly grabbed your face and held it tight as he pressed his lips to your own. A yelp vibrated against his mouth as you willed your trembling hands not to shove him away, “I thought–, you wanted–,” you squeaked in between stolen kisses, “to go–, somewhere–, else–”
“And I thought you wanted to get this over with,” he muttered, tilting back a moment to gaze down into your wide eyes, “don’t you?”
“Well…” you then just bashfully nodded as you couldn’t get yourself to actually say it out loud, “…but I–, I’m sorry… could we maybe just slow down a little bit?”
“Slow down?” he echoed, as if you’re speaking some alien language.
“Yeah, I just–…” you averted your gaze, “…I don’t really know what to do…”
“Really?” he raised a brow before you offered a nod, “well, alright. Help me out here for a second. Tell me, how much exactly have you done before?”
“I–… nothing…” you timidly shared.
“Nothing? Not even fooled around with a boyfriend?”
“I’ve never had a boyfriend, so no…” you nearly whispered, before then catching his eye and letting out a desperate cry, “I’m sorry, please, I can still do it, you just gotta guide me a bit! Please don’t back out of the deal!”
“Oh, no, honey, I’m not,” his stare traced your helpless expression as a few of his knuckles drifted up to trace the edges of it, “I’m very much not…”
“Oh, good!” you gasped, before swiftly regretting how enthusiastic it had sounded, “I mean, not–, just–, you know what I mean…”
Letting you squirm under his gaze a moment longer, he then uttered in a strange tone, almost as if you’d given him the most wicked of ideas, “you wanna go slow? We can go slow… I think I can live with that arrangement,” a wolfish grin bloomed upon his gruff face, “so why don’t you start by kissing me again?”
Nervously, heart hammering in your chest, you raised yourself up onto your tiptoes and planted a swift peck upon his lips.
“Hmm…” he hummed, before his pointer finger then drifted up into the space between you to do a come-hither motion, “you can do better than that, kiddo…” he lowered himself down a tad to be closer to your height.
When you then kissed him once more, one of his palms slid up to the back of your head just as you were about to break it, keeping you from fleeing as he then deepened the kiss.
As he began to make out with you, his tongue greedily flickering out to taste your own, your body initially locked up, though soon, as he selfishly kept it going, you horrifyingly felt yourself begin to relax into it.
Reminding yourself that it would all be over before you knew it, you tried your best to calm yourself, let go and try to find a way to enjoy it.
As his feet soon shuffled against the dirty floors, you bumped against the sink and squeaked against his devilish tongue.
His hands greedily began to wander down your body, his bold and scorching touch made ripples and waves in the short dress that you wore. At first, the touch made you draw in a sharp breath, but then as his lips strayed from your own and began to dance down the length of your neck, smothering the sensitive skin in sloppy pecks, your brows promptly knitted together in confusion as the way his fingers traced down your frame, grabbing your ass before then sweeping up to grope your tits, actually felt good.
As the older man’s broad hands then harshly coasted down to your bottom once again, he scooped you up to sit on the edge of the sink, making you let out a startled gasp at the sudden and unexpected move, although that only made the biker chuckle in return.
Now that his ravenous lips were no longer glued to your skin, his dark eyes drifted down to ogle the short hem of your dress before he then slowly hiked it further up to reveal your underwear below, which, to your horror, was completely and utterly soaked, making the poor cotton nearly translucent as it clung to your core.
“Fuck…” he let out an exhale as he slowly sank down to crouch before you. Getting a bit too close for your comfort, you tried to shift and close your thighs more, but his rough palms just shot out to catch each of your knees, “a-ah,” he didn’t even raise his gaze as he ordered, “keep them spread.”
“Mhm,” you hesitantly hummed as you blinked down at him between your legs.
“Good girl,” one of his hands then slid all the way up your inner thigh till it met the edge of your panties. Gasping at the contact, you then dared to peep down as he let his fingertips ghost over your covered core and tickle you, “so sensitive…” he noticed your body trembling at his touch and the way your brows knit together above your wild eyes, “what, are you scared, sweetheart? That’s okay, you can be scared… I know, you’ve probably been told all of your life that no one is supposed to touch your pretty princess parts, especially not someone like me, so it’s alright to be scared.”
Leaning in, he then pressed a kiss upon your covered clit, already puffy and throbbing beneath the drenched cotton.
“Oh my god…” he groaned as your scent tempted him even closer, his nose tickling you as he inhaled deeply, “I gotta get these off,” he hazily then grunted before ripping your panties off, down your legs and swiftly tossed them over his broad leather jacket-clad shoulder to the dark corner of the dirty bathroom.
He immediately let his fingers find your folds, first pinching your pussylips teasingly together, before he spread you apart for his marvelling stare.
“Look at that…” he inspected your untouched hole, grinning at the way you already cried out for him, “oh fuck…”
And without any further ado, the biker dove straight in, his calloused grasp holding you steady as he began to eat you out.
When his famished mouth soon sucked down on your clit, an uncontrollable moan tumbled out past your lips, one that you wished and hoped he didn’t notice, though he promptly groaned against your cunt, “yeah, you like that?” he glanced up at you as he smirked against your pussy.
“Y-yeah, it actually feels good…” you hesitantly admitted, forcing yourself to let go and give in to it since it would only be this one time, “…really good…”
Sloppily flicking down to taste your entrance, he soon began to fuck you with his wicked tongue, though only long enough to make you gasp before he then withdrew and licked his way back up your slit, only to sweep back down to plug you up, settling into the teasing pattern till a tingling knot began to form in the pit of your belly.
And even though you cried out at the high that soon crashed into you, your thighs clamping shut around his skull, he still didn’t cease as his mouth kept on devouring you whole, his nose all the while bumping your puffy pearl, “stop, stop!” you tried to push the biker away, “no more, it’s too much!”
“Yeah, I know,” he uttered condescendingly as he rose back up, your juices staining his salt and pepper beard, “stop complaining,” he then undid his trousers, his eyes still glued to your cunt as he got out his cock. As he jerked it slowly a couple of times before you, your lips parted in a silent gasp at his size, although it was when he swiftly inched in closer that your eyes truly grew in horror. Letting a dollop of spit drop from his mouth, first to your inner thighs, before it cascaded down to glisten up your pussy even more, he then tapped the heft weight of himself crudely against your throbbing and tender clit, making you jolt atop the sink, before he then momentarily rested his length down against your pussy, smirking fiendishly at just how deep his cock would burry itself in your body, “this isn’t about you. Your pleasure is frankly irrelevant in our deal,” he grunted as he soon drew your thighs together to envelop his dick and let him fuck them, “all you gotta do is spread your little legs and let me deflower you however the fuck I want.”
Soon the thighjob deteriorated, the leaking tip of him pressing and bumping rudely against your overly sensitive clit each time he thrust his hips forward, so it didn’t take too long before his bruising grip let go of your legs and he instead began to dedicate all of his attention to your cunt. With a few sharp taps of his hard length against the glistening softness of your puffy pussy, your frame jerked so sharply that your thighs couldn’t help but shakily part for him.
Trailing the bulbous tip through your wetness, his pearly precum slicked up your pussy to the dripping degree that mortifying, sloppy sounds echoed through the small bathroom each time he’d callously smear his cock against your quivering entrance and through your folds.
Though when you found the courage to finally glance down and watch as the biker repeatedly parted your petals around his fat girth, you nearly tried to escape from under him as you noticed, “o-oh my god, wait, where’s the condom?”
Although, the older man only rolled his eyes and sighed as if you were an annoying little child, here to spoil all of his fun, “oh my god…”
“B-but I’m not on the pill or anything,” you squirmed as he continued to rub his hardness against your cunt, “y-you can’t–”
“Relax, I’ll just pull out,” he huffed, “this just feels so much better, trust me…”
As he kept on going, rutting against your softness like an animal in heat, you then curiously let your hand wander down your frame till your fingertips brushed against his slick dick, crudely gliding against your pussy, your stare intense as you blinked down at it.
And as you were in uncharted waters, why he hadn’t stuffed it inside yet remained a mystery, as your clenching hole was already winking and making out with his fat tip. Perhaps he was just waiting for you to pop it in yourself, seeing as it was your very first time.
Although, when your touch tried to direct his cock down to sink inside your warmth, Bucky’s palm appeared from out of nowhere and smacked your fingers away, “hey! Behave! Keep your hands to your fucking self! You don’t get to control this, I’m the one who decides how this goes down, and you sure as fuck aren’t allowed to touch anything without my permission, you got that?”
Blinking up at him with wide eyes, your voice quivered, “y-yes, sir.”
“Fucking brat…” he mumbled before his efforts then grew rougher.
Soon he had you cumming once again, your body jerking harshly at the overwhelming high and your eyes squeezing shut, rendering you to nearly miss as he soon shot his load all over your pussy and belly, painting your skin white for you to discover as you woke back up from your haze.
“I–…” your dizzy vision narrowed to a squint as you peered down at the mess he’d made, “…was that it?”
“Oh wow,” he swiftly huffed as he met your confused gaze, “no, please, tell me how you really feel.”
“No, I’m sorry, I just thought you were gonna put it inside…”
“I changed my mind, this isn’t how I wanna do it,” a smirk twitched at his lips as he casually tugged his dick away.
“What?”
“Come again tomorrow,” he met your eye once more, “you can try again.”
“And just how do you know I’ll come again?” you pushed your skirt back down to somewhat cover yourself.
“You will,” he uttered with a level of cockiness you didn’t even think was possible.
“No, I won’t,” you shifted to sit up straight as you continued to balance on the edge of the sink, “I let you touch me, I did my part of the deal, now it’s your turn.”
“The deal was to let me pop your cherry, however, I may wish,” he scoffed, “you, little miss virgin, still haven’t had a cock split that pussy open yet. And don’t fucking come at me with your generation’s ideas about how complex and broad the term of virginity actually is, fuck that shit. You’re fucking mine till I break your hymen,” he growled, sending shivers down your spine, “mine to–, how did you put it? Take it slow with?” his tongue briefly flickered out to wet his lips as it remembered moments earlier, how it had dove inside of you and felt you clamber around it.
“Y-you can’t be serious,” you gasped.
“Do I not fucking look serious?” he let your eyes dart across his stern features, “honey, if you don’t do as I say and let me do this exactly how I wanna do it, then I’ll just keep your brother on, and I won’t fucking hesitate to make the rest of his life short and like hell.”
“I-I’m sorry! How should I have known that?”
“Because I fucking told you,” Bucky’s inked palm came down upon your ass once more. His black leather belt constricted your wrists at the small of your back as he held you balanced over his lap. Your panties hanging down around your ankles, the cotton still stained from your morning activities, “I said you weren’t allowed to touch anything without my permission, that includes this little pussy of yours.”
The people in the mechanic shop still buzzed around on the other side of the office’s thin walls, making you nervous about someone potentially wandering in to see your whole world on display.
Briefly pausing his spanks to inspect your pussy, he swiftly groaned, “fucking slut…” he spread you apart crudely, “you thought you could sneak this past me and I wouldn’t notice?” he then smacked his palm against your core, his fingertips colliding harshly with your throbbing clit and making your hole clench around nothing, “that you could get this little cunt off and just think that I wouldn’t see how soaked your panties still are?” he kept on whacking, “even your fucking fingers still smell of pussy.”
“I’m s-sorry,” a murmured moan slipped through your fog as you felt your toes curl in the inevitable end that crept nearer with every slap he dealt to your aching cunt.
But unfortunately, the biker noticed and swiftly said, “are you really about to fucking cum right now?”
“Mhm,” you hummed back and dug your nails into his thick thigh. However, when he then stopped his hand mid-air, denying you of the bliss, you promptly twisted to glance up at him with your hazy eyes, “w-wait–”
“One crucial lesson that you clearly need to get beaten into that young brain of yours,” he yanked his belt from your bound wrists and then bent it in half as he uttered, “is that bad girls don’t get to fucking cum,” before he began to crack the leather down upon your already sore bottom, truly marking it up with bruises.
“Ah!” you cried out as the sharp stings.
“Let me hear,” he croaked as he kept on whipping your butt.
“B-bad girls–”
“They what?”
“D-don’t get to cum–”
“That’s right,” he emphasised his words with the belt in his hand, “don’t even try and pull that stunt again. That’s two fucking strikes already… the fuck am I gonna do with you…”
Bucky had you balanced on a short tower of wide beer cases in the storage room of Nick’s bar, as he had made you hold back your legs to crack you mortifyingly open for him.
“There we go,” he murmured when, after an entire hour of edging and teasing you, the butt plug in his grasp finally sank into your little hole, “you did it,” his thumb rubbed the flared base of the metal toy.
You still didn’t understand his new obsession with your ass lately, moving entirely away from your virgin pussy to play with your other untouched hole, teasing it and stretching it out at any chance that he got. It was almost like he’d forgotten that it was your cunt that he was supposed to fuck to get this whole ordeal over with.
“C-can I come now?” you trembled as you peered down at him with hooded eyes, his face still lingering near your aching core, “I did it, I let you put that thingy in me, so can I? Please, sir?”
“How sweet of you to ask,” he chuckled lightly, “but no.”
“No?” you pouted as your throbbing cunt continued to drip before his very eyes.
“No, we don’t have time for that shit,” he straightened back up, “we gotta head out.”
“What? Where?”
“Thought it was about time you came riding with us,” you watched as he wiped off his soaked fingers on his jacket.
“Why? I don’t know how to.”
“Well, you don’t need to know in order to sit with me on my bike,” he stated, “come on, we all leave in less than five.”
“What, now?” your eyes grew even wider.
“Yeah, now,” he then grabbed your frame and hauled you over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Ah! Wait! B-Bucky!” you yelped as he kicked the door to the back room open again, “you didn’t take the toy out!” you tried to reach back to do it yourself, but he promptly smacked your fingers away, “and my underwear–, I don’t–”
“Quit your whining, you’ll survive without your panties for a bit,” he grumbled as he walked out through the bar, making you blush as he past numerous bikers, flashing everyone your parts as your short dress rid up so far that it no longer covered anything, “and the plug stays right there, you got that? Don’t you dare so much as touch it after the work I just put in to finally fit it inside of you,” he smacked your ass, “you got that?”
“Y-yes, sir,” you murmured as he exited the bar and neared the clustered motorbikes all lined up out front. At the very least, you could find a drop of solace in the fact that your brother didn’t seem to be present today.
“Good,” he then sat you down on the ground, directly next to his own shiny bike, “now, hop on.”
Glancing nervously to the intimidating motorcycle, you then uttered, “…what about a helmet?”
But instead, he just repeated more firmly this time, “hop on.”
The gang of bikers, all on their vehicles, were so loud that you nearly couldn’t hear yourself think. It was almost like you were trapped in the centre of a swarm of bees.
Slotted behind the leader on the long leather seat of his motorcycle, your arms were tightly tangled around his waist as you watched the landscape zoom by around you.
The roar of the engine beneath you was so strong that the vibrations ended up teasing you, making your bare and drippy cunt, beneath your tiny dress that flowed in the wind, leak even more and stain the seat below with your desperation. Each agonising hum of the bike even made your little ass clench around the plug, whimpers slipping from your lips when you lost the battle and couldn’t ignore it any longer.
But then, suddenly on the ride, Bucky strayed and took a detour from where the rest of the group was headed, and though you tried to ask him about it, the biker didn’t bother offering you the satisfaction.
When he finally rolled to a stop, you’d reached an outlook point at the top of a hill, without a single other person in sight.
Plucking you off of the bike once he had dismounted as well, he didn’t waver before then manhandling you and bending you over the bike like a ragdoll in his grasp.
“Bucky–, a-ah!” you squealed as he then suddenly took the steely plug out.
“Shh…” he smacked your ass in return before stuffing the slick toy into his pocket.
Glancing back over your shoulder, you watched as he freed his fat cock, “w-what are you doing?”
“What does it fucking look like I’m doing?” he crudely tapped his bulbous tip against your asshole, briefly flicking against both it, as well as straying further south to gather up some one the cream that was leaking out of your cunt, using your juices as lube to slicken up his dick, “finally filling up your little hole,” he pointed out plainly before doing just that.
“Ah!” you cried out as he sank just the tip in, “bu-but, not there!” you then felt as he withdrew once more, only to instantly dip back in and make you gasp, “that’s the wrong–, you’re supposed to–”
“Oh, I know, honey, I know…” he cooed condescendingly, “but why put a stop to our fun already when I can just fuck your ass instead?”
As he buried himself another inch, you cried out at the aching stretch, seeing as even though the biker had teased you profusely, didn’t mean that your ass was ready to be split open in such a manner in order to take his girth.
“Fuck, you’re so tiny…” he groaned from behind you as he gazed down at your trembling frame beneath him, “tight little virgin ass just doesn’t wanna let me in, huh?” his touch drifted down to trace the tight ring of your hole around his cock, struggling to open up for him, “is this princess too high and mighty to take such a big, mean biker dick?”
“P-please–,” you choked on a sob as your nails dug into the motorcycle’s seat below you.
“Please, what? Do you not like it, huh? Does it hurt?” he mocked before you offered him a shaky nod, “how about this, does this hurt?” he then suddenly snapped his hips with such ferocity that his heavy balls tapped against your neglected pussy as he buried himself inside of you completely, “just you wait…” he moaned as your little hole choked his cock, “by the time that I’m done with you, you’ll be the most perfect little anal whore…”
As you felt his palms scoop below you to rip down your neckline and spill out your tits for his touch to play with, your eyes flickered down as well, although it was something other than his rough hands that caused your vision to widen.
As one of his hands crumbled your short dress, gathering the fabric in his calloused grasp, you spotted the prominent bulge that appeared in your lower stomach, the jarring imprint shifting to the rhythm of his ruthless pace.
There was no way you would be able to cum from simply the sensation of him fucking your ass, but it did manage to keep you agonisingly close to the edge, frying your brain completely as you dizzily blinked down at how your pussy defencelessly drooled about it, begging for attention.
“Shit, you feel so good, baby…” his wide palm cracked down against the curve of your ass, “maybe I should just keep fucking you like this and never stretch out that pretty little cunt of yours…” he considered with a fiendishly smirk upon his lip, “keep you pure… only fuck your ass so that I can keep you forever…”
When he soon filled up your poor ass with his hot load and he finally pulled back out, he instead popped the plug back in, before you could even catch your breath, keeping his cum stuffed inside of you.
Sitting next to the leader of the biker gang in a booth at the bar, Bucky didn’t offer you even one single glance as he spoke with his comrades and lit up yet another cigarette.
Although, that wasn’t all he was doing that night, as below the table, his devious hand set some other plans into motion.
With his fingers buried so far up your skirt that all you could do was sit there and concentrate on breathing, all of the bustling voices around you flying over your foggy head, it didn’t take long before the older man just pulled you into his lap.
Bucky simply carried on his conversations as normal, not caring one bit if other folks thought that you were just a pretty girl merely sitting on him, or if they knew what he was actually doing, that he was in fact making you warm his cock, on his selfish detour of a mission to stretch out your ass.
Maybe the dazed look on your face gave it away, or perhaps the way that his palm, that rested on your core to keep you steady and keep you in his lap, how it occasionally offered your wet pussy a slap loud enough to echo out through the entire bar. But even so, no one seemed to care, as it was only your heated cheeks that acknowledged the embarrassment.
But eventually, when he had downed his drink, he dragged your cockdrunk being out of the establishment, through the back and into the alley behind the bar. For a moment, you thought that he was gonna take you home to his own place, somewhere that you had practically begun to live in yourself, but instead of storming towards his bike, he didn’t get further than that passageway as he instead shoved you up against the rough brick wall and kissed you.
Spinning you around so that your front collided with the wall, he then stuffed your ass once again, a strange sensation that you had begun to get used to, though still wasn’t too fond of. But even so, you had still learned by now that complaining was of no use and would only egg the criminal on further, so if you wanted a shot at being able to still walk afterwards, then you’d learned to simply keep your mouth shut.
Smacking your puffy pussy once again, his grunts melted against your ear as you felt two of his fingertips sinking into your cunt, just barely slipping in at all, only hooking them to keep you in place as he railed your butt.
And though you tried not to orgasm, as the biker had repeatedly told you for the entirety of the night that you weren’t allowed such privileges, when the root of his rough palm grinded down against your throbbing clit, you were so edged that you helplessly squirted all over his palm.
Pulling out, he promptly growled, “the fuck did I tell you?” as he slapped your cheek with the hand that was still soaked from your cunt.
“I-I’m sorry, I was trying, I swear–”
“What’ll it take for you to get that this isn’t about you?” he spun you around to face him once more, “you’re not supposed to like it, you’re supposed to be a good little slut and make me feel good, you got it? Focus on me, not what that pussy wants. She’s a dumb little virgin anyways, doesn’t know what she really wants, so just shut up and take it,” your brows knit together at the sensitivity as he then reached down to drag his throbbing cock through your dripping folds, “you begged for it,” gathering your juices on his way to fill your ass back up, “begged for me to let your dear brother go. You got yourself into this mess, so be a good little fuck toy and just do as I say…”
“…been shut down since the sixties, even since people caught wind of all of the nefarious things the headmasters let slide for generations,” Bucky uttered as you walked by his side down one of the long and dusty hallways of the abandoned boarding school that he had wanted to show you.
Though the biker had claimed that the reason for dragging you there was purely because he thought you’d love the local lore, try as he might to make it seem that way, in reality, it was all just a ruse.
“How do you know about all of this?” you asked as you slowed your step to peek inside of other rooms you passed.
“Well,” he tilted his head as he then shared, “believe it or not, once upon a time, I was also a history major.”
“Really?” you whipped your head around to look at the older man, “you went to college?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged as you followed his stride, “or well, for a few months,” he added, “I loved every second of it though…”
“Then why did you drop out?” you blinked back at him.
“I didn’t drop out,” he met your eye, as if the truth was too obvious to even point out, “I was locked up.”
“Oh,” your puzzled expression promptly dropped, “oh…”
Slipping out of the corridor, the pair of you then entered a grand room that a rusty plaque by the door stated was the old headmaster’s office. The glass was cracked in the huge bay window that stood behind the dust-cloaked mahogany desk in the middle of the room.
Your slow steps caused the dirty floorboards below to creak and groan as you let your eyes dance around the spines of the numerous books that still littered the dark bookcases.
Curving around the desk, you then cracked open the large ledger, that lied hidden among the other knick-knacks, and began to skim the list of names, presumably of the children who had lived here.
“This is wild…” you couldn’t help but whisper as you let a finger ghost down the page.
“Yeah…” Bucky’s voice tickled your ear as he crept up behind you, “just imagine if you’d been alive back then… I mean, this is where you’d have ended up…” he stated before letting his lips dip down and kiss your neck as you kept on reading, “and being the troublemaker I know you to be, you’d probably have ended up in here all of the time…” he smirked against your skin before you felt his palm smack your ass, “getting fucking reprimanded, probably getting on everyone’s nerve enough for them to just drop you off at the local whorehouse to get you out of their hair…”
Fingers coasting up your front, the older man then caught your jaw and twisted it enough for him to catch your lips. Turning you around to face him completely, the kiss then swiftly grew sloppy as he drew you closer.
Soon, one of his arms extended behind you to carelessly clear the desk, sweeping every item to the ground, before he then scooped you up to sit on the edge.
The biker had gotten into a habit at this point of not letting you wear any panties, in addition to preferring things like skirts and dresses that granted him easy access. Today had been one of those days, rendering the mild breeze that seeped through the cracked windows flowed in and kissed your cunt directly, sending shivers down your spine as the older man spread your thighs to slot himself in between them.
“Give me your hands,” he soon murmured against the kiss, though when you then held them out in the sliver of space between you both, Bucky reached into his back pocket and conjured a zip tie, which he then swiftly fastened around your wrists.
His kisses then suddenly ceased before he backed up a few steps, taking a moment to admire as you panted up at him, slightly sloped back on top of the desk, legs trembling to stay parted for him after the loss of contact, and with your bound hands resting against the swell of your tits. Undoing his dark pants, he then freed his cock simply because the sight of you made him throb too hard not to offer himself a few strokes. His consuming stare flickered momentarily in deliberation, before he then finally shifted back into your orbit.
As he tapped his heavy cock against your cunt, you couldn’t help but blink down at how huge he looked pressed up against your softness. Your stare only widened when he then humoured himself and lined his fat length up against your belly to see just how far inside of you that his cock would reach, “look at that… that’s how fucking deep I’ll get…” he groaned as he drew his dick back down, the details of him dragging against your aching clit, “rearrange your guts just to make room for me…”
You naturally assumed that this was all talk, as it usually was, that he would once again ignore your virgin pussy and opt for your well-trained ass instead. But when his pussyjob then grew sloppier and he actually did push against your untouched opening, not simply in a cruel and teasing nudge, but one that persisted till the bulbous tip of him eventually popped inside, just a tad, making you gasp loudly, “oh my god…” all you could focus on was the burning stretch of him splitting you open, before you then blinked down and realised what he was finally doing, “oh my god!”
“That’s right… I’m your fucking god now…” he groaned as you clambered around him, struggling to take him as he had purposely not given your pussy any attention at all up till now, “holy shit… look at that tight little cunt opening up for me…”
Soon, on his slow and bullying journey inside, his hardness was met with some resistance. But instead of fretting, the older man simply dragged his fat cock back out, slowly withdrawing it till he barely remained inside of you at all, before he then thrust forward once more, carving his way back in before he reached it again, only to initiate that pattern and repeat it, knocking on the thin wall again and again with steadily growing harshness till he broke it.
Though an outright scream left your form at the painful sting, the biker let out a moan just as rumbling as he sank in a bit further before then sliding back out to just the tip and grinning down at the crimson now decorating the half of his monstrous length that he had fit inside of you so far.
“Well, would you fucking look at that…” he then reached down, his touch briefly skimming over your clit before his fingers drifted down to part and pull on either side of his thick cock, spreading your pussy open even more to let him see how he broke you open. Smearing some blood on his digits, he then brought them up to his own mouth for a taste. His eyes rolled shut as he sucked them clean, groaning against his fingers as your eyes widened in horror. But when he then reached down for more, he instead uttered, “here, taste your fucking virginity,” and before you could try and twist away, not giving you a choice in the matter, he shoved his crimson digits into your mouth.
It tasted like iron and sin.
Crudely fucking his fingers in and out of your mouth, he didn’t let you breathe again before he’d reached far enough down your throat to make you gag on them.
Briefly dipping down, he dragged his tongue against the corner of your lips, licking up the little bit of blood that had smeared against your skin, “so, how does it fucking feel to finally have a cock all up in this little cunnie of yours, huh?” his deep voice vibrated against your hot cheek.
“F-feels–,” you panted, “weird–,” your eyes squeezed shut tightly as you tried to comprehend the staggering sensation, “nghh…h-hurts.”
“Oh, that’s so good, baby,” he only grinned before he placed a peck upon your brow, “that’s just perfect…”
Snapping into your cunt with more force, his pace increased as he attempted to stuff the remainder of his length inside of you.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…” your gasps bubbled out of you to the rhythm of his harsh hips.
“I want you to cum on my cock,” you then heard him growl.
“I-I don’t know if I can–,” you swiftly shook your head as it felt as if he was splitting you in two, “it’s too much–”
“I don’t fucking care, you will do it,” he reached down and began to rub your poor clit, making you choke on a strangled moan, “come on, let me feel it,” he begged as his tight circles pressed down harder, “just let go, you can do it. Cream all over my cock, kiddo…”
Tears were streaming down your face by the time that a dangerous sense of warmth formed in the pit of your belly, and your entire body soon contracted painfully as he forced the agonising orgasm out of you.
“Fuck, that’s it, goddamn… that’s what I’m fucking talking about,” he grunted as your cunt clambered so tightly around him that his selfishness became even more agonising, “uh, do that again and you’ll make me nut so hard inside of you,” he muttered, though you barely heard his voice through your haze.
“Y-you, what–, ah!” you cried out as he then ignored your blubbering and suddenly buried himself completely, finally cramming the last few inches inside of your warmth, “t-too deep!” you struggled to suck in a breath as the tip of him nudged against your cervix as if it was threatening to burst through and fuck directly into your womb.
“No, I’m not too deep, this is exactly how it’s supposed to be. Your little fuckhole is supposed to take every single inch of me,” he chuckled down at the imprint of himself that bulged through your belly, “look at that… you see me right there, baby?” he pressed his palm down against it, making you squirm, “you see me all up in your guts?”
“Holy fuck…” you blinked down at it, mouth agape as it was so much more jarringly prominent when it was your pussy that he was wrecking and not just your poor ass.
“Oh, babygirl…” he kept his strokes long and rough, repeatedly withdrawing to the tip before slamming back in till his heavy sack smacked against the mess that had soaked your skin, “that’s right… that’s my fucking hole…” his eyes stayed glued between your trembling legs, “fucking split open and crying all over me… christ…”
Your strangled moans soon withered away as his inked fingers found your throat and didn’t stop squeezing till black dots began to dance around your dizzy vision.
The desk rattled beneath you when he eventually groaned, “fuck, I’m gonna cum…”
“P-pull–, o-out–,” you panicked in a squeak that he swiftly silenced completely when his grip only tightened, cutting off your air supply even more as he continued to brutally fuck you.
Even after he had pumped your pussy full of his load, the biker still didn’t stop completely, as his pace only slowed as he continued to rut his sensitive cock inside of you in a possessive attempt at fucking his load even deeper, although all his fat girth truly did was to force the sticky mess to gush back out.
“O-oh my god,” you blinked down his cum gradually leaking out around him, “did you just–”
“Doll, if I haven’t knocked you up already,” he panted, making you remember the countless of things he had done. From the times that he had filled up your ass with his load and droplets had dripped down to your needy pussy, or when he’d cum in your panties and forced you to wear them for the remainder of the day, or even the few times when the biker had cum on your cunt and rubbed the mess against your skin before stuffing as much of it inside of your hole as he could manage, “then I just gotta make sure that I do it now…” he continued to roll his hips, “this way you’re stuck with me…” he caught your eye just as his painfully slow pace began to bloom horrifying tingles deep within your belly once more, “this way you get to be mine forever…”