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  “Please?” I pleaded, almost ready to openly beg for Jack to take me somewhere and screw me silly. What the hell was wrong with me? I had no idea but I wasn’t complaining.

  “Please what?” he asked playfully as he stroked my stocking-covered leg. I looked around and decided just to give in.

  “Please take me out of here and fuck me, Jack!” I told him. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, whether he would indulge me or deny me again. Then his eyes looked up towards the empty bar. “No! Really?” I complained. He just grinned and we both knew I was going to do it. I was going to get up on that bar and dance. I slapped his hand off my leg and squeezed his thick erection firmly before I slid off my stool and began to climb onto the bar.

  I managed to get on top and stand up, swaying my hips. “Shake it, doll!” Jack shouted. A few bikers whistled and one even touched my leg. I kicked his hand away playfully and danced with a bit more confidence that had grown from somewhere deep inside of me. Jack stood and twirled his finger in the air indicating he wanted me to turn the other way. I did and his hands ran up the back of my stockings and over my tight skirt. Suddenly, Jack yanked the zipper down and then pulled my skirt down my legs.

  I turned around and gasped. I was in a thong and my ass cheeks were bare for all to see. I should have been angry but the look in his eyes changed my attitude. He looked at me with such lust and desire that I bent my knees and shoved my panties against his face and held his head there. The crowd whooped and hollered at that. Why was I so eager to be so bad for him? Jack pulled away and lifted me off the bar as if I was nothing and set me on the floor in front of him. I was shaking and I felt hot, anxious, embarrassed and excited all at once.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said and kissed me. I eagerly sucked his tongue, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I stepped out of my skirt that had fallen to my ankles and tossed it up on the bar.

  “About fucking time,” I told him, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door. I barely considered the fact I wasn’t wearing a skirt anymore. The whiskey and my sexual arousal were clouding my judgment but at the moment, I didn’t care. We walked to Jack’s bike and once there it hit me. “I’m half naked,” I exclaimed.

  “You’re going to be more naked pretty soon,” Jack told me. I turned, kissed him and squeezed his cock.

  “Take me home and fuck me...Rogue,” I told him as I broke the kiss and pointed to the condo tower that stood on the opposite side of the freeway past the casinos of Downtown Las Vegas. Jack straddled the bike, fired it up and then I climbed aboard. The sun was down but it wasn’t dark yet as we rode off tearing through the back streets towards the freeway. We crossed underneath and Jack angled towards my building. It was one of the condo towers sprouting up around Vegas. The condo was expensive but Vic paid me well. As it turned out, people threatened with prison time paid top dollar for a good criminal defense attorney.

  I pointed out the parking garage and then showed Jack my parking spot once we inside since my car was still back at the office. Jack parked the bike and shut it down. We climbed off the bike and after Jack retrieved my handbag, we made out right there in the parking garage, Jack’s hands slipping down over my ass and squeezing. His fingers worked their way between my ample cheeks and I broke the kiss.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him.

  “This!” he said and yanked my thong from my hips and down my nylon covered legs. I stepped from them and Jack left them hanging from his handlebars. Jack then picked me up and set me on the hood of the Mercedes next to us. “Jack!” I exclaimed but then squealed and giggled as he spread my thighs and went down on me. His tongue swept up through my soft folds and then tormented my hot little button as his rough beard rubbed me. I looked around, sure we’d be caught but no one was there. I just hoped there weren’t cameras in the garage.

  “You’re a...oh shit...a bad influence,” I said as I felt an insistent pleasure build within me. Suddenly, I crashed over the edge and I screamed despite myself. I basked in the delicious sensations until they passed and then modestly demanded he stop this. I pushed Jack from between my legs, reluctantly I assure you, and told him, “We’re going to get arrested.”

  “You’re a lawy...,” Jack started to say.

  “Shut up and take me upstairs,” I interrupted. Jack wiped my essence from his mouth wearing an evil smile and then helped me off the car. Two round patches of moisture where my ass had been began to fade from the black hood, the only evidence of the daring act. We walked towards the elevators, I pushed the button and we waited. Save my stockings and garter belt, I was naked from the waist down. The tails of my blouse covered me but just barely. The elevator arrived and the door opened.

  “Hello, Brandy,” the Smith’s, a middle aged and seemingly conservative couple from down the hall, greeted me.

  “Oh, hi,” I greeted them nervously and I hid behind Jack as they exited. They walked past and we scurried into the elevator as I giggled. I pushed the button to close the door before they turned to see my nakedness. I was sure they couldn’t see anything naughty but it was clear I wasn’t fully dressed. Mrs. Smith turned and looked back, a funny look on her face but the doors closed before she could see anything...I think...I hope.

  “You’re going to get us in trouble,” Jack told me with that fucking amazing grin on his face.

  “Me?! You’ve got to be kidding. Why do you make me want to be so bad?” I asked. My God, I was half-naked in my building’s elevator. I’d danced up on the bar at Hogs and Heifers in just my panties and stockings. I was taking a biker I barely knew to my condo for sex. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t a prude but I wasn’t usually impulsive like this. I couldn’t deny, however, I was enjoying myself immensely and at the moment, I wasn’t in the mood or any condition to analyze my behavior.

  “Suck my dick!” Jack said suddenly.

  “What?” I asked in shock.

  “Get on your knees and suck my cock,” he said slowly and firmly as he reached over and hit the red button that stopped the car.

  “Jack! Here? The alarm will go off in a minute,” I said. The fact I didn’t say no wasn’t lost on me or Jack. He just gestured towards the floor with his eyes. “Fine,” I said and dropped to my knees, powerless to deny this man. I worked quickly at his wide leather belt and vintage blue jeans. I pushed them down around his thighs and then quickly freed Jack from his boxers. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, my fingers unable to meet on the far side, as I stared at his length.

  Jack was smooth, his shaft and balls shaven, with a small patch of trimmed golden hair above his broad erection. Oh my God! I’d never seen a man this big in person and I found myself longing to impale myself on Jack’s manly cock. Instead, however, I took Jack into my mouth and slowly sucked his length as I looked up into his eyes. He wore that roguish, self-satisfied grin as he watched me service him. For half a minute I pleasured Jack with my mouth. He was as hard as the iron that his bike was made from but soft as silk on the outside.

  Suddenly, the alarm blared and I stopped. Jack said, “Not yet,” as he pulled on the red button to quiet the alarm and we began to ascend. I went back to pleasing Jack as he towered over me but only for a moment before I stood and somehow got his jeans up and his throbbing cock wedged inside of them. The door opened and I peered out to find the hallway empty. What if someone would have been waiting on a lower floor? How scary and strangely exciting was the thought of them catching us? I was the second door from the elevator and I led Jack to my condo.

  “Nice place,” he said speaking about the tower in general.

  “Thanks,” I replied in an oddly casual manner for a skittish woman taking a biker she hardly knew back to her place for wild sex. I unlocked my door and led Jack inside. Once inside, I closed my door and leaned against it facing Jack. He turned to find me unbuttoning my blouse. Jack responded by peeling his sleeveless vest from his torso. Holy moly! His chest, and back as it turned out, was covered in tattoos. Skul
ls, dragons, tribal designs, you name it adorned his perfect body. His chest was broad and his stomach rippled with muscle. He wore a gold chain around his neck with a crucifix dangling from it but I’m pretty sure Jack didn’t attend church on a regular basis.

  As I stared at his body, I tossed my blouse aside and then undid the clasp on my bra between my breasts. My bra popped open and my big breasts spilled out as I slid it down my arms and tossed it aside as well. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked standing in my foyer in only my white lace garter belt, tan stockings and black pumps. Jack looked at me like a dog staring at a big, juicy steak. I took my breasts in my hands and lifted one to my mouth and sucked my nipple to tease him.

  “You fucking sexy whore,” he told me and I took that as he intended it, a compliment. He wanted me and I wanted him despite my earlier apprehension and right then, I didn’t care why. I’d gladly play his whore if that’s what he wanted. Jack couldn’t get out of his boots and jeans fast enough as I walked by him. I left him hopping on one foot as he fought his boot and I headed to my bedroom. For whatever reason, I’d found the bad girl Jack insisted lived inside of me and she was in control of my actions now.

  “I’ll be waiting,” I said. Jack growled as he finally got his boot off and peeled off his jeans. I barely made it to the bedroom before Jack was there. He spun me around, seized my arms and kissed me. I melted as our lips pressed together and our tongues mingled. After a magic moment, Jack pushed me away and spun me around again. Then he forced me to bend over and I didn’t resist, supporting myself on the bed with my arms. His foot pushed one leg wide and then the other before Jack knelt, spread my ass cheeks wide and slipped his tongue between my velvet petals.

  “Ooh!” I exclaimed as Jack shocked me. His lips and tongue, not to mention that prickly beard drove me wild. I felt an orgasm approaching as Jack let go of my ass and raked his fingers up the back of my stocking-covered legs. That sent a chill up my spine but then Jack slapped my ass with both hands and I squealed for him.

  “You remember what I told you?” he asked me as he got to his feet behind me and his impressive manhood flopped into the deep valley of my ass.

  “What?” I wondered looking over my shoulder. The crown of Jack’s cock protruded from between the round globes of my ass and looked so delicious.

  “In nothing but stockings and heels? Bent over? Coming like a whore?” he reminded me and then I remembered. I was just as he predicted except for that last part, which I was sure Jack was about to make happen as well.

  “You’re a man of your word,” I replied breathlessly and bit my lip in anticipation. Jack grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down over my sex, coating us both in my juices and his. I was shaking I was so eager to get that thing inside of me and Jack was all too willing to oblige. He paused and then his cock sank into my wet pussy without a bit of resistance due to my slippery excitement. “Oh fuck!” I shouted as Jack grabbed one of my arms and then the other, pulling them behind my back and holding my wrists like handlebars. He pulled from me and thrust into me forcefully once again and paused.

  “Fuck, you feel good, you sexy bitch!” Jack told me. I whimpered as I waited for him to take me hard and fast but he didn’t. I was at his mercy, my legs spread wide, my arms pulled almost painfully behind my back. I couldn’t have stopped Jack if I wanted and I didn’t want to.

  “Please, do it, Jack,” I pleaded. My desperation surprised even me. I wanted this more than I could have imagined when I found him in my office mere hours ago. I needed it. I needed this sexy biker to make me his, to make me his whore, his bitch. I needed to be a bad girl.

  “Excuse me?” Jack asked and pulled from me again only to thrust back into me hard and pause once again. Didn’t he hear me or...oh, I saw what he wanted. He wanted me to beg and I was more than happy to submit to his will.

  “Fuck me, Rogue. Fuck me and do it hard. Please!” I told him. I looked over my shoulder with some difficulty the way he had my arms stretched out behind me and saw his self-assured grin. Jack licked his teeth and then clenched them tight before he suddenly gave me what I needed. Abruptly, his hips began pounding against my soft ass as his manhood hammered into me fast and hard. His powerful thrusts sent waves though my abundant flesh as my moans turned to screams and then my screams became shrieks.

  I absolutely erupted in sensation, seeing stars as a surge of untamed sensations consumed me. If Jack wasn’t holding me up by my arms, I might have collapsed. I bloomed under his rough attention, thrilled in his violent thrusts. I managed to look back again but Jack was watching his long iron pipe disappear into my all too willing pussy and enjoying the ripples that spread through my soft flesh. But the respite only lasted a moment and another harsh and satisfying climax tore through me like Jack’s bike tore down the boulevard.

  My shrieks turned to frantic gasps as the crazy spasms stole my breath. Jack let go of my arms and wrapped his arm around my waist and took my ponytail with his other hand. He tugged it hard and bent my head back as he somehow fucked me even harder. I screamed, a primal, guttural cry, as I came once, twice, maybe three times in rapid succession. The intense and glorious waves of electrified honey coursed through me and threatened to steal my sanity. Jack took me through one more orgasm but when it had passed, he pushed me away from him roughly and I crumpled onto the bed in a heap of quivering, satisfied and tingly flesh.

  “You’re right, I am a man of my word,” Jack said. I rolled over, still gasping and shuddering, and watched as Jack crawled over me and kissed me. I took his head in my hands and greedily kissed him back. I was drunk but not with whiskey. It was lust and passion and desire.

  “Do that again?” I demanded.

  “You’re a slut, Brandy,” he whispered and grinned at me causing me to melt a little inside.

  “You bet your sexy, rock hard ass, Rogue, and I need you to fuck me like that again,” I told him. I was fully engaged in my new role as bad girl now. Jack’s cock found my pussy without any assistance and he impaled me with his rigid member. I sucked in a sharp breath and held it as Jack began to slowly tease me. The pleasure built within as he slowly fucked me and I finally exhaled, “Fuck, that feels so good!”

  Jack pinched a nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling and twisting. “You want it hard?” he asked. I nodded frantically. He twisted harder and the intoxicating pain spread. Then he let go and slapped my face lightly before taking my jaw in his strong hand and kissing me again. His hips thrust into me more quickly as he fucked my mouth with his tongue and I sucked on it desperately. Soon, Jack was pounding into me as we kissed but when another orgasm breached, I screamed out.

  I reached down and found Jack’s ass. It was hard and taught like the rest of him, flexing with each thrust. I dug my nails in. Jack growled and I dragged them up and over his back and then wrapped my stocking covered legs around him locking my high heels together behind him. My nails left red trails up his back and over his shoulders as one hand grabbed the back of his neck and the other his head.

  “Fuck me, Rogue! Fuck me,” I demanded, all modestly and self-control left back somewhere with half of my clothes. Jack bore down, his teeth clenched as he sneered at me. He gave it everything he had as we rocked as one, his cock driving me mad. Jack let go of my face and slipped his hand around my neck as the fingers of the other hand dug into my fluffy breast.

  “I’m going to come all over you. I’m going to drench those big fucking tits,” he warned and I shook my head in protest.

  “Not yet, not yet,” I pleaded even as blackness threatened to take me, as the pleasure nearly overwhelmed me. Jack smiled, obviously enjoying how much I was enjoying him, and continued to hammer away at my slobbering tunnel. I was lightheaded and my body tingled but that pleasantness was shattered by a final climax that erupted from within and ravaged me. “Fuuuuck!” I shouted as the intolerable spasms took me. I could only sob as Jack let me feel the breadth of the orgasm before withdrawing and moving to straddle me. He took his massive mem
ber in his hand to stroke it as he grasped my jaw and caressed my lips with his thumb.

  Suddenly, he erupted as I let his thumb slip into my mouth and sucked on it. His thick orgasm covered my breasts and face as Jack stroked himself and then let out a wild cry. One last surge landed between my big breasts and trickled down onto my throat. Then Jack slumped and let his cock rest between in my cleavage. I pushed them together and lovingly massaged his still hard shaft between my ample pillows.

  “Oh my Lord! That was amazing!” I told the sexy biker between labored breaths. He grinned and took a deep breath himself.

  “You’re so beautiful, Brandy,” he replied and I blushed, as much from his words as from the torrid sex.

  “Hold me and make this perfect,” I told him. Jack climbed from me and gathered me into his arms. He reached down and undid the clasps holding one stocking and then bent my leg and pushed off my high heel. Then Jack tugged off my stocking and turned me over to face him.

  “What are you doing?” I asked curiously. He didn’t answer but instead balled up the stocking and cleaned his orgasm from my face. I giggled and let him gently swab his amazing mess from my cheeks, then my neck and finally my breasts. When he was done, Jack kissed me and moved to toss the stocking away. I stopped him, took it and put it to my lips. As he watched, I sucked his glorious treat from my stocking.

  “That’s sexy, just like you,” he told me. I finished, getting what I could from the stocking, and then tossed it aside.

  “Why do I want to be so naughty with you? I’m a good girl,” I asked him wondering if he knew why he held such power over me.

  “No, you’re a bad girl. All I did was give you an excuse,” he said. I looked back on the evening and I could hardly believe what I’d done. I wasn’t like this but maybe he was right. Maybe I was a bad girl and I just hadn’t found the right guy to bring it out of me. Maybe all I needed was an excuse. Whatever. I was swimming in a sea of bliss and the hows and whys just didn’t matter right then.