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The Reality of Dichotomies (Whispered Desire & Tyr)

Before Paul indicated whether her reply was correct or not she felt that rather large warm hand slip downwards across her ass and although she didn't back away for a split second she wished she hadn't worn the pair of jeans that were so tight they literally showed every nuance and curve of her form. She felt a sudden surge of heat flooding her and almost gasped but stifled it. That reaction never happened with Steven and Becca wasn't sure if it was the fact that she wanted this so badly or if it were only the alcohol talking but she went with the sensation.

When his reply finally came she couldn't even feign being stunned that her response had been incorrect as it was a rather obscure question to begin with. She could only grin when he mentioned that he wasn't sorry. She hadn't however expected him to pull her even closer and flush to his form, her body tight against his and the undeniable, unmistakable sensation of his hardness pressing into her.

For the briefest of moments Steven entered her mind but she decided the opportunity was just too good to pass up. Who knew when, or if she would ever get the chance to experience something so out of the oridinary again and instead of pulling away when Paul spoke, her hands moved up and around his neck, her eyes locking with his. It was then that she felt his other hand moving to cup her ass and something about it felt so very natural to her.

So sexy are you ready to show me just how good you are at oral exams?

The fact that he'd called her sexy and the way that he said it caused the slightest tremble of anticipation to run through her and she'd stare back up into those steely blue eyes, a grin plastered on her face although she'd have to swallow rather hard before she would be able to speak.

"Well, I've always been good at oral exams, let's see if this is a test I can pass or not." she replied in a rather low voice, and a twinkle in her eyes.

"Just where would you like this exam to take place?" She whispered into his ear, standing on her tip toes so her words could be heard above the noise of the crowd.
 
Again the young woman surprised him a bit, by not trying to wiggle out of the bet, so he gave her a genuine smile of appreciation as she asked where the exam would take place. Surprisingly Paul was finding this young woman interesting, for she obviously had the brains and looks, but she also had a personality. Leaving that aside, his immediate interests at this point were far more primal and carnal and about the physical. So he releases one hand that had been touching her ass, and points with it to another area, towards the back of the bar, while the other still keeps a hold and actually grips her ass a little harder.

I think we can find a little more private spot back there.

Keeping her close as he guides her, he indicates what upon closer inspection are the restrooms in the back of the bar. As they moved his hand momentarily comes off of her ass, but still is far lower than would normally be considered respectful. Using his wayward hand, he helped direct her toward the lavatories. No one was taking any particular interest in them, especially with the two girls putting on the show at the pool table, one now had her short skirt up and was trying to insinuate or maybe not that the shooter would have lots more fun putting his stick there than any other place. Paul attention was primarily on Becca as the distractions in the bar were nothing out of the ordinary for him, and the particular hole being offered was one he’d already shot in. Not that any of that mattered, as he pushed the door to the men's bathroom open, letting the sexy young girl go in first.

The room had a full stall at the back, a pissing trough on the left wall and a few sinks on the right. Standing and leaning back against one of the sinks was Bulldog, and his woman Tracy in front of him. However they weren’t conversing, as Kelly had obviously retrieved from Bulldog’s leather pants his fat cock, and was currently giving him a rather aggressive blowjob. Her short skirt had risen up her ass as she was crouching, and gave a view of her thong that barely covered her ass. Bulldog just nodded in Paul’s direction, as Paul entered and came to a stop. It was clear he didn’t find this surprising or anything out of the ordinary. He just leans in and softly speaks to Becca.

We’ll just wait our turn, until she’s done with her exam.

Paul stood behind the sexy young woman, just by his location blocking her most obvious route of escape, as she stood before this rather x-rated display of lust. His hands holding her about the waist, his groins pressing against her ass as they waited.
 
Not only had Paul's words been of a teasing nature but Becca had thought his grip tightening upon her ass to be rather playful in nature too, even if it had caused another small chill of excitement to rush through her as he guided her towards the restroom of his choice. She was grateful that he'd chosen someplace that would offer some modicum of privacy for this private exam. She had to chuckle at the thought although the closer and closer they got to the door, the more nervous she had become. So much so, that the shenanigans at the pool table drew very little interest from the young woman who was about to give an almost total stranger a blow job when she had a man waiting back in town for her.

Yet nothing but pure excitement and desire to perform the act coursed through Becca's veins as Paul held the door from her and the interior of the room would literally almost remain unnoticed as her eyes fell directly on Bulldog and the chick Kelly from earlier who was now engaged in satisfying Bulldogs apparent immediate needs.

Becca might have thought to back up and give them privacy but Paul would lean down, his voice low in her ear as she'd feel those large warm hands come to rest upon her waist and the growing bulge beneath his pants pressing into her back side. Becca simply nodded and found that although she had thought to leave earlier, her eyes were now drawn to the other couple. It felt almost like her and Paul were alone in an entirely separate room, perhaps watching a porno flick. Becca stood with almost a lust filled fascination, watching as Kelly took all of Bulldogs length into her mouth, her ass moving in the air as her garbled moans could be heard in the room.

Becca's voice could be heard in the slightest of a whisper indicating only "Okay." although with each passing second it became harder for her not to want Bulldog and Kelly to be finished so her own exam could begin.

Becca's hands moved to cover Paul's as she all but seemingly would press them firmly upon her abdomen. Her hips swayed slightly, causing her ass to press into the warmth of Paul's groin as she watched the other couple biting down upon her bottom lip slightly as she watched, waiting with anticipation for her turn with the extremely sexy biker who's thick arms were wrapped around her.
 
Becca and Paul didn’t have to wait long as this was something that Kelly was an expert in, as she gave eager and lurid attention to Bulldog’s length. Looking down Bulldog watched his sexy bitch polish and suck on his cock, his leather clad ass pressing the bathroom sink countertop. If Kelly noticed the entry of the two voyeurs was unclear, or more probably unimportant, for she never even slowed in her efforts. Though it was clear that she was putting on a show, which was probably intended for Bulldog, Paul and Becca got to see it too. The woman’s hand and mouth worked in combination as her head bobbed and her hand stroked and twisted the biker’s length.

While the two engaged in their oral copulation, Paul let his hand encircle her and pull her back against him, while her hips swayed, almost like they were dancing slowly in place. Paul knew personally of Kelly’s oral skills and there was no doubt that she was near the top of her class when it came to sucking cock. The wait was coming to an end as Bulldog groaned, his fingers tightening on the edge of the counter top, and Kelly’s cheeks indented and she increased her suctioning. As Bulldog’s low howl slipped past his lips, Kelly was moaning herself as she eagerly gobbled down Bulldog ample load. While this debauchery played out, Paul was guiding his hands over the sexy young woman’s lower abdomen and along the fronts of her legs, starting to tease her body.

Kelly didn’t immediately release the fat thing her lips were stretched around, till it was done spewing its load, in fact she continued to suck till every last drops was hers. Only when she was complete done did she release the fleshy thing from her mouth, as she slid up, her eyes still affixed to Bulldog’s. Both of them took a moment to rearrange their clothes, Bulldog smiling clearly happy with the result. Finally the two began to make their way to the bathroom exit, Paul and Becca having to stand aside as they left. Bulldog patting Paul’s shoulder in a comradely fashion, while Kelly gave Becca a glare, almost like a ‘beat that bitch’ look.

Paul made no attempt to lock the bathroom door after they were gone, for it had no lock to lock. He simply gave Becca a small push and directed her to approximately the same spot the other two had been just a moment before.

I’d normally ask you if you are ready, but you sure as hell didn’t come into this bar, looking to play some game of astronomy, did you?

The way he said it, made it clear what he thought she was here for.
 
What had certainly been only a matter of a few passing moments, had felt like a small eternity to Becca to have to endure as Kelly's mouth had sought to drain Bulldog of every drop of his bodily fluids while Paul's hands roamed over her body. His actions only served to drive Becca's desire to perform the same acts on Paul that Kelly had just finished on Bulldog. Suddenly Becca almost wished that she didn't have the damn tight jeans on as she felt herself getting wet from watching, and she also wished that the bet would have been to fuck the biker instead of just giving him a blow job.

But the bet had been for giving Paul a blow job and she'd already determined that she would pay up, and have fun doing it while the opportunity presented itself. When Bulldog and Kelly passed by, the biker chick cast a non too pleasant look Becca's way but Becca didn't really care as she simply flashed the girl a smirk of a smile and stared back at her. Perhaps a brave thing for the small brunette to do, but Becca had never been the kind to back down from much of anything.

When the other couple had departed Paul's rather firm hand gestured with a rather small push to her backside towards where the exiting couple had just been.


I’d normally ask you if you are ready, but you sure as hell didn’t come into this bar, looking to play some game of astronomy, did you?

Paul leaned against the sink as Becca leaned forward against him staring up at him when he said the words. She didn't really care what the biker thought she was there for as his tone had indicated why he perhaps thought her to be in "The Stockade" this night anyhow, and since she indeed was not there to play a game involving astronomy, the answer to the comment wasn't actually needed but she humored him just the same, although her sensible side was trying to tell her that what she was doing wasn't right. At the moment though, Becca wasn't listening and would deal with the entire right or wrong thoughts, later if needed.

A playful smile tugged at her lips as she pressed herself to him, her lips brushing against his neck as her abdomen pressed melded to his, feeling that bulge in those tight jeans.

I sure as hell didn't. She murmured against his neck softly as her hands moved to his jeans, fingers trailing lightly over the bulge before she'd unbutton them and pull the zipper down. Becca's body slid down against Paul's chest as she lowered herself in front of him, tugging the pesky material away as long delicate fingers relieved that thickness from it's tight confines within the jeans. Her fingers wrapped firmly around Paul's thick shaft as her tongue first flicked out over the end, tasting the biker for the first time. That delicate pink tongue would swirl around the thick head of Paul's cock as Becca stared up at him.

She was really doing this she thought to herself as a thrill passed through her. Her hand wrapped tighter around Paul's rather nicely sized endowment as her mouth began to take Paul into the waiting warmth and her tongue would stroke against the head and down the edge as she began with a great amount of enthusiasm to suck the hard cock that she'd been waiting for all night. Becca found herself enjoying it so much that within moments she'd realize that she had begun to moan lightly with her efforts to take more of that thick cock into her mouth with each up and down movement of her head, not even being concerned any more with the fact that the bathroom door couldn't be locked to prevent anyone else from walking in.
 
He’d made his comment, and the young sexy thing hadn’t denied it, but instead leaned into him, pressing her body against his. There was no doubt in Paul’s mind that this girl was not only damn hot, but also ready to go. So when she finally confessed, it was without surprise to Paul, the only surprise that shouldn’t have been was the aggressive nature of her working at his pants. Still without a clue as to who or what she was Paul just enjoyed the moment, as the delicate fingers extracted his fleshy member from his jeans. Without the least bit of prodding, pushing or cajoling the sexy girl was slipping down before him to get her first taste of his cock meat.

As she worked her tongue around the head of his cock, he stared down watching, finding the view to be very arousing. The girl couldn’t be completely inexperience as she looked up, meeting his eyes as he smiled down at her in appreciation. Still he couldn’t help but start to play with her verbally, just because he could.

That’s right, get it out sexy, that’s what you’re here for isn’t it? The only reason a girl dressed like you walks into a biker bar like that, is to get some biker cock, isn’t that right?

Paul could have let up or even never said a thing, but that just wasn’t him, he wasn’t timid or shy, or even politically correct. His thoughts on women, and such were almost a throw back, and could be considered Neanderthal like. Still it's not that he didn’t appreciate women because he did, he just appreciate them most when they were being women.

You like the taste of dick, I can see it in your eyes.

Now their agreement was only for a blowjob, but that didn’t mean he was limited to only that, that part was the only the obligation, but anything else would be a bonus. So he reaches down and begins to run his hands at first along the side of her head and through her hair, then to her neck and shoulder. They’d never talked about this, and it wasn’t part of their bet, but Paul just simply was doing it, for he planned to see just how much a sham this bet really was. It was clear that one of his hand was making its way to one of her firm tits.

Some girls don’t like to suck cock, but you’re not that kind of girl are you? I bet you’re the kind of girl that gets all wet and turned on the more she’s got her mouth full of dick.

Now one of his hands begins to caress, massage and groper one of her tits. The touch wasn’t soft, but neither was it clumsy, it was just strong and rough, as he went beyond the implied terms of their agreement.
 
Becca had become rather entranced with polishing the broad head of Paul's cock with her lips. She felt his fingers slip along her head, his fingers in her hair and when she spoke for a moment she was taken off guard although the way he spoke to her hadn't really surprised her and if anything only urged her ministrations further on. Paul obviously was confident, and not just that he was bold as well, both traits Becca admired. Although his words may seem to some to be crude and base, they were also truth at this point and Becca wouldn't deny it as her lips and tongue sought to pleasure the biker, her hips squirming in those tight jeans as her mouth worked to please the burly biker.


Some girls don’t like to suck cock, but you’re not that kind of girl are you? I bet you’re the kind of girl that gets all wet and turned on the more she’s got her mouth full of dick.

Becca actually moaned at his words because he was right. She did love to suck cock and she'd not done it for so long, Steven absolutely refused to have or give oral sex of any kind. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since Becca had been able to perform the act that was the cause for her to be eagerly ministering to Paul's length as her fist tightened and squeezed, following her mouth up and down the hard shaft between her lips. While she was working his cock with an amount of enthusiasm, she wasn't in any particular hurry to try to make him cum as she was quite frankly, enjoying having his thick cock wrapped between her lips and she looked up at him, his words and subsequent touch traveling to her breasts in seeming appreciation of her efforts.

She didn't protest when his hands roamed over her body. It wasn't part of the bet, but if Paul perhaps wanted more than just a blowjob Becca's body wouldn't object even if her inner sensibilities might try to reason with her that it was wrong. At that moment though, right and wrong weren't her main concern as she reacted with a moan around his thick cock in her mouth when she felt his hands firm upon her breast.

Unlike Steven, it wasn't soft and as though he were afraid he would break her or something but it was confident, and it brought forth a murmured "Oh fuck" from around that thickness filling her mouth. Becca's free hand wrapped around Paul's ass, pulling him to her so she could take him deeper into her mouth as she sucked on his cock like she might never get to enjoy giving a man a blowjob again and the truth was that after today, she really didn't know if the opportunity would ever present itself again so she would enjoy this now and make it last as long as she could while hopefully, paying the debt she owed the biker to his satisfaction even if she planned on taking her time bringing him to satisfaction.
 
The sexy young thing could have gotten her panty’s in a wedge, denying or even confronting him about his forthright but crude statement, but she didn’t. No she just moaned and continued her efforts upon the head of his cock. He was getting the distinct impression that she liked sucking cock, as she wasn’t just doing it, but was taking her time to enjoy it, and he appreciated the feeling of having him member grow between those luscious lips of hers.

Even though she was still clothed and paying her debt and not obligated to give him access, he took it as his hand worked her tits trying to rouse her nipples. Since she hadn’t complained or even attempted to dissuade him from his efforts, he just continued unabashedly. There was a fire about this girl, just the way she went at his cock with such eager abandon. Her head was bobbing, as she took more of his fleshy pole into her mouth, his eyes watching as her nostril flared as she breathed. There was something just so damn sexy about a woman willingly sucking cock, and if she was a young sexy girl, even better. So when her first verbal answer beyond a moan was ‘oh fuck’, he grinned at her, because he was getting an idea of just how hot and horny thing one was.

Damn, you look like you are starving for cock. Has someone not been giving you enough?

The question was rhetorical as he didn't expect an answer. Paul didn’t seem in any more rush than Becca, as he was enjoying her attentions. So he let her take her time so they both could enjoy it. While not rushing her, he let his hand continue to grope at her young firm tits. His fingers thumbs specifically trying to elicit a response from her nipples, working them over through the material of her hot outfit.

You look so horny for cock Sexy. Come on eat that dick baby, keep working it, you are definitely one avid little cock sucker.

Playing a little game with her, because he was in a mischievous mood, he pulled his cock from her warm wet mouth, the surface of it glistening in her spittle, a rope of it extending from the her mouth to the bulbous head of his member.

So you didn’t tell me, is your little pussy wet?

It would be clear that he was playing with her, and having fun, even if it was ballsy and arrogant of him to ask such an inappropriate question of her.
 
Damn, you look like you are starving for cock. Has someone not been giving you enough?

Becca didn't bother to stop her efforts to answer Paul's question as her mind was more focused on what she was doing to him, and what he was doing to her. And what the big biker was doing to her was turning her on with his words and touch. Becca had craved a man's touch in the way that Paul was touching her. He wasn't treating her like she was some china doll, but he wasn't being forceful either. He was in her mind, simply being a man who wasn't afraid to touch a woman or talk dirty to her. And Becca had to admit, that she had missed hearing that kind of talk, Steven sure as hell wasn't about to talk to her that way, he'd think it to be too demeaning while Becca simply thought it was hot.

Paul's hands expertly worked around her breasts and her nipples were pebbled and hardened quickly under his touch. She thought about what it would feel like to have his mouth on them the way that she now had her mouth on his cock and she doubled her efforts around that thickened end. Her jaws worked furiously as her lips wrapped around it tightly.

Come on eat that dick baby

Paul's words spurred the now extremely young horny female on and from around his cock she'd murmur "Yes, feed me that cock" as she slurped around it only to have it pulled from the warmth of her mouth.

So you didn’t tell me, is your little pussy wet?

Looking up from her position in front of him she would see Paul's mischievous smile as he stared down, questioning her. Becca shifted her position, her damp black lace panties riding up into her wet crotch and giving her the answer that she had yet to speak out loud to Paul.

Becca grinned then slightly as she licked the string of spittle from her lips. The hunky biker wouldn't get the answer he was looking for, because instead Becca would reply with her own brand of mischievousness.

"Well if you want to know, you're just going to have to find out for yourself."

Although Becca would feel as though her entire body had just blushed from her words, she continued to stare up at Paul, the invitation for him to find out for himself left wide open and up to him whether to take her up on it or not and for some reason Becca had no reason to believe that he would decline but she prepared herself for the rejection just the same, more than ready to fulfill her end of their agreement regarding payment of the bet she'd lost.
 
So as she feasted on his hardness, his large hands pulled and plucked at her nipples, bringing them to attention, so that they stood out against he material of her leather top. That only added to the hot image of her as she worked his length. There was no doubt that this little thing was looking for, and from the smile on her face, she was getting exactly what she wanted. Now the question was how far was she willing to go, and his guess it wasn’t going to take much till he was buried in more than just her mouth.

There were a lot of pleasures in life, but few if any could exceed that of having one's cock buried between the lips of some hot chick, and if that babe like to suck dick all the better. Still Paul had had his cock sucked by enough bitches over the years, and this one wasn’t probably any better than most of them, but what she did have was a little personality and wasn’t just some fucking want-a-be ho. Still her little challenge to find out for himself, wasn’t one he was going to pass on. Plus he wasn’t the kind of guy that back downed to a challenge, especially from a sexy broad that had her lips wrapped around his member.

The rough hands that had been giving her tits and nipples skilled attention now released them, and moved to do something completely different. Reaching under her arms, each of his large hands coming up under her armpits and lifts her up, pulling her from his hard and wet length. Before she could ask or even question what his intentions were, he attempts to spins her around, and pushing her towards the bathroom counter, with her facing the mirror, and standing. As soon as he gets her spun around, he leaves one hand on her back, causing her to lean forward and purposely keeping her facing away. Leaning partially down, he lets his other hand run from her lower inner leg upwards. The way his hand moved, made it seem that he was frisking her, but they both knew exactly where the strong hand and fingers were heading.

Don’t worry I going to find out just how fucking wet you are.

It was obvious that he was taking control, and if she wanted this only to be a blowjob, she’d have to react soon, or it was going to quickly go beyond that. Paul obviously didn’t feel he had to restrain himself, or limit what he could have.
 
Becca was staring up at Paul from her position below him when she saw him leaning downwards towards her when she had invited him to find out for himself, the invitation being layered in her challenge to him. She allowed him to pull her from her knees, and she'd not resisted when he attempted to turn her away from him.

She felt the pressure of his palm still against her back and leaned forward. It was then that she realized that she was now facing the mirror and she could see the large biker standing behind her in it's reflection. Had he turned her any other direction she'd have probably not had the lump form in her throat for a second that had managed to. But he had and for the briefest of a moment her eyes would find his in the reflection before she broke the gaze, lowering her head before he'd see the slight blush that rose to her cheeks.

While it was true that she had intended on coming to The Stockade for the purpose of seeing if she could pick up one of the bikers, she hadn't expected to have to watch him fucking her in the reflection. Her head was still in a lowered position as she felt his free hand moving upwards along her inner thigh and not in any particular hurry. The way that his hand moved against her thigh had the horny brunette's ass swaying in anticipation of where Paul's hands were heading.

While she could have stopped it from going any further when Paul said not to worry, that he was going to find out, Becca realized that she had absolutely no desire to even pretend that she wanted him to stop. She wanted him to continue what he was doing. It made the entire situation become even more appealing to her, to have the biker find out for himself, to let him fuck her right there in the bathroom where anyone could walk in at any minute. All of these things were elements that had Becca so hot that each moment she had to endure of not feeling the biker in her only made her desire to be fucked by him that much more intense.

Feeling the bikers hands moving up her thighs closer to her dripping sex left Becca with saying nothing further. There was not an approval or denial of his intentions that would escape her lips but the writhing of her ass in front of him. The small gasp that parted her lips would be indicative to him of her approval for him to continue with his control of her as would be her need to feel him taking her be undeniable should he decide to continue.
 
The young woman didn’t resist his handling of her, as she was soon partially bent over the counter with her ass facing away. There could have been many reactions to his hand working its way up and between her legs, most of them would have involved a slap or even a verbal tirade, but none of that was happening. With his hand getting ever closer, Paul uses his leather booted foot, to kick her feet a little wider apart, purposely giving himself more access as his hand glides and nestles between her legs. The finger curling upwards and over her sex as the palm of his hand rests on her lower ass, pressing the material of her already tight outfit against her wetness. Paul is standing right behind her leaning forward as his hand boldly intrudes on her personal space. His wet cock hangs between his legs as he continues to talk to her.

I think you’re sobbing wet baby. I think you’re as horny as hell, and are dying to get fucked, and sucking my cock did nothing more than whet your appetite for more.

If it was true or not was irrelevant, for it was what Paul believed, and because of that he continued to be adventurous and decisive, pushing the envelope. As if he knew his hand on her back wasn’t needed and that she wasn’t going anyplace, he reached it around her, and began to pull on the button that held her pants in place. His hand didn’t rush, but neither did it tarry, as he attempted to unfasten her pants, with one hand and the other began to massage and rub her between the legs.

Tell me I’m lying Sexy! Tell me you just came into the bar for the conversation and a quick drink, instead of a quick fuck.

The way he said it made it clear what he thought her intentions and purpose for being here were. Not that he cared about her reasons, for they were irrelevant to him, what mattered was if this went as he expected, he'd soon have his cock buried in her tight little pussy. And if she turned out to be a good fuck, well then he might just find a reason to have her around more. If she was married, had a boyfriend, was their fucking problem, because she was here, and with him, that’s what was important. Paul lived for the now, and didn’t much worry about the tomorrow.
 
The busty brunette hadn't resisted when she felt Paul kicking her feet apart, her stance widening, than she had when he'd bent her over the sink. Her focus however, had been on the feeling of his strong hands moving upward upon her thighs and she delighted in his confident touch. Although some women might have found Paul's words to be offensive, Becca found it to be extremely hot.

It was true that she was wet, and even truer was the fact that for tonight at least, she did want fucked. She wanted something primal that could sate the sexual desires she had been feeling recently that could not be fulfilled by Steven. Paul was just the type of man Becca needed tonight. She bit at her lower lip when she felt his hand moving against her already wet sex. It took a great deal of restraint for her to not reach down and help him unbutton her pants as she was rather certain he was taking way to damn long to get it done but then she considered that maybe he was giving her a chance to get out of this before he went any further. While Becca appreciated that idea, it wasn't in her immediate plans to change course in the middle of the journey.

Instead, Becca would move one hand back and behind her towards Paul, seeking his still wet hardness as an indication that she didn't want him to stop.


Tell me I’m lying Sexy! Tell me you just came into the bar for the conversation and a quick drink, instead of a quick fuck.

For a split second Becca's emerald orbs would flash of defiance as her first thought was that it was none of Paul's fucking business why she was there, but then a smirk would fall across her face. Not only would she tell him the truth, but undoubtedly it would be exactly what he wanted to hear.

"I have many reasons for being here, none of them any of your damn business. The only one that matters is that I intended on fucking the sexiest biker here." Becca shifted lightly although still rather restrained in Paul's hold upon her. "Hopefully it won't be just a quick fuck because I hate wasting my time." Her smile broadened and he'd most likely find her voice to be playful as she continued "I'd rather it be a good fuck, than a quick fuck, that is, if your up for it sexy."

Becca couldn't believe her own ears when she said the words. While she'd always had a playful side in the past, it had become so dormant in her time with Steven that she'd simply forgotten how much fun it was to be able to be so unrestrained and more importantly to be able to be herself. Being around Paul, she didn't feel that she had to be anything but what she was, and at the moment, she was incredibly fucking horny.

Becca's tight round ass swayed slightly as she pushed it backwards against Paul's groin although she found his hand between her legs to be a delicious distraction.
 
The young sexy thing didn’t disappoint Paul, as she moved her legs further apart at his urging, and then reached behind herself to grasp his hardness. There was no doubt in his mind that she was more than willing and more than ready for what they both wanted, but that didn’t mean he was going to let up or somehow change the way he was treating her. If she wanted some soft and cuddle thing she should have signed up for one of those dating sites where they match you up based on so many points, and some quasi scientific formula. No she came into a biker bar, looking to get fucked by a biker, and that’s just what she was going to get.

Even as he grasped to pull down her pants, she was surprising him by being rather forward with her demands and hope that he be a good fuck himself. The girl had some pizzazz and spunk which he liked, so much different than the stupid demure games some women played. The kind that acted like they didn’t want it, and when you did fuck them they acted like they were doing you a favor. Or even worse the kind that simply didn’t like to fucked, and thought it was icky or some other shit. No Paul liked girls that liked to fuck, probably because he liked to fuck girls; he was just simple that way. So as he talked, the hand that had been working her pants, now comes to rest on her exposed abdomen, between her sexy leather top and her loosened pants. There it began to slide lower and lower, till it slid over her panties, the hand that had been wedge between her legs continues to pull down her pants, for more access.

Hey baby, I don’t care if you’re cheating on your husband or boyfriend and have three kids, that’s your problem. All I care about right now is how sweet its going to feel to have your …

Now his hand touches her damp panties, and confirms what he had thought all along.

wet pussy wrapped around my cock, and its soaking wet from the feel of it. You must be aching for cock.

Not that he needed any other signs of her intent, but he could feel as she pushed her ass against his crotch and moved.

And don’t worry, I promise it will be a great fuck, just like the kind you’ve been dreaming about, before you you got here.

With her pants partially down, and one hand now pressing her panting into her pussy, the other pushes her move forward, causing her to be bent over even more, purposely moving her to a position where she would be presenting her sex to him.
 
The more that Paul moved behind her, and the more that he moved against her, the hornier Becca became. She was beginning to think that the biker talked far too much but then again, perhaps that was part of what was turning her on and causing her to want to be fucked so badly.

Even the way that the bikers hand moved slowly over her bare abdomen had her squirming in anticipation of his next touch, his next action and even his next words. The way he spoke, so unabashed, so directly was hot to the sexy brunette he held in his grasp and Becca could have sworn it even made her wetter than she already was.

With his fingers now pressing to her damp panties a moan escaped through parted lips and Becca didn't even attempt to hide the fact that she had outright moaned. Anyone could have walked into that bathroom at that moment and the brunette wouldn't have cared and still would want the biker to fuck her. Becca couldn't remember ever having felt such a primal urge or need to be taken before and the entire situation was so arousing that each moment that Paul made her wait was a slow torture to the lascivious woman bent over the sink.

And don’t worry, I promise it will be a great fuck, just like the kind you’ve been dreaming about, before you got here.

Even as she heard his words and felt his hand pushing her forward once more, again her teeth would bite into her bottom lip as his digits pressed her panties up into drenched folds. The idea of him being a great fuck had already occurred to her, she being rather certain that the biker was not afraid to fuck a woman in the least.

Becca wriggled in an attempt to allow her tight jeans to fall down even further but the tight jeans refused to budge and she was stuck in a position where she couldn't do anything but allow herself to be completely on display and vulnerable to the bikers mercies as she waited for him to continue.

Whether the biker realized that his lack of rush to give Becca what she wanted was actually driving the woman insane or not was of little importance as she had the feeling he'd take her when he was ready and not one moment sooner, but she'd still edge him on slightly even as her head remained lowered towards the sink, her hand still grasping rather firmly as she stroked his thick cock.

Promises..promises... she teased lightly, her voice belying how turned on she actually was as a small intake of break could be heard as his hand continued to press into her sopping wet panties. "Without action backing them up, I've always found words to be empty and useless." If nothing else, the woman could have attitude when she wanted to.

Of course, Becca was baiting him but if it worked to encourage him to put that huge cock into her warm, wet, and waiting womanhood, then it would be worth the risk of possibly pissing him off although she hadn't thought him to be the type to become offended overly easy.
 
Paul knew he could just stuff his cock into her and she’d be a happy and willing recipient, and yet, by taking just a little more time, he was getting her hotter and more bothered. The young woman was baiting him, and trying to get him to go faster, and it amused him, because it showed her intent. So too he felt her hand as it stoked his length through his jeans, to further encourage him to give what she obviously so desired. The young thing was horny that was clear, and the hornier she got the more is pleased him. There was something about fucking a bitch when she was really horny and needing it. Even with her trying to encourage him, his hand briefly lifts up and off of her panties, his finger damp even through the fabric. He smears them across her lower abdomen as his hand comes up, purposely working to keep her aroused as possible, though his hand never leaves her body.

I don’t think you have to worry about words, my dick is soon going to do all the talking, and you’re the one that’s going to be the one squealing.

Just because he wanted to feel her pussy, just without the panties interfering, his rough finger again slide down, but this time, they slide between the fabric and her smooth skin, till they are sliding through the soft fur of her sex, and nestling in her wetness. Almost immediately they began to aggressively rub her, letting his fingers delve into the heat of her sex. Paul was confident and experienced, so his hand knew exactly what it was doing, as it buried itself into the moist folds of her pussy, but to push her further, his other hand reaches around and grasps one of her tits through the leather top, squeezing relatively hard as he continues.

Are you in a rush Sexy, are you afraid someone is going to come through that door and see how horny you are or that I’m fucking you. No I don’t think so… No I think you’re just afraid that someone will see how much you love getting fucked by some guy you don’t even know.

Paul withdraws his hands from between her legs, and surprising doesn’t pull her panties down, instead with one hand he pulls her panties aside as the other unbuckles his pants and extracts his cock. But instead of driving it home, he starts to tease her slit, rubbing the head of his engorged cock against her wetness. Just to see what her reaction would be.
 
Becca was beginning to believe that Paul was deliberately taking his time now, and her baiting him had done nothing but encourage him to take even more time in getting to giving her that which by now, Becca was in need of desperately. She felt his wet fingers moving, once again his large hand covering her abdomen and moving. Although his fingers had left their position below in her wetness, his touch never left her body and Becca could only moan lightly when his words reached her ears.

I don’t think you have to worry about words, my dick is soon going to do all the talking, and you’re the one that’s going to be the one squealing.

Just hearing his sexy voice talking about having his thick cock buried in her tight channel was causing every fiber of her being to scream out her desire to feel him burying that cock in her. Becca couldn't say anything as she suppressed the urge to moan loudly into the room which luckily for her had remained empty.

When Paul's hand began sliding back down inside of her pants again, and Becca those thick digits sliding under her panties, despite that she had just tried to stifle it, that moan would slip from between partially swollen lips from having just been biting down on them. The addition of his other hand squeezing her already tender nipples had her squirming against him.

Are you in a rush Sexy, are you afraid someone is going to come through that door and see how horny you are or that I’m fucking you. No I don’t think so… No I think you’re just afraid that someone will see how much you love getting fucked by some guy you don’t even know.

Just as quickly as his hand had dipped between her legs and began rubbing her intent and purpose that caused her to once again utter the words "oh fuck" his hand would disappear. Moments later Becca felt the material of her panties being pushed to the side. He was still making her wait as he hadn't pulled them down, or so she had thought until she heard his buckle being undone and then felt the broad head of his cock rubbing against her tightness. Even before Paul would enter her the brunette already knew he was going to be much bigger than Steven and in her current position she was certain that Paul was going to give her exactly what she had come here for. That she'd managed to make her plan on having it be the sexiest biker in the bar to be the one to make it happen was only a delightful perk.

As Paul rubbed that swollen head against her wet lips, Becca would press backwards against him in an effort to be able to feel just a little of that cock entering her, a throaty "yes" escaping from her lips.
 
With one hand holding her panties aside, the other moved the shaft of his cock and thus the head up and down her wet slit, till the tip glistened from her nectar. The sexy young thing's words were clear, as was her moan, so Paul knew exactly what effect he was having on her, and it pleased him. This girl wanted to fuck, there was no doubt in his mind, and if he had to guess she was going to be good fuck. The sexy thing was moving her body trying to capture the head of her cock in her wetness, which just exemplified her need. Paul liked it when a girl desperately wanted it, it made getting what he wanted the way he wanted it so much easier. He wasn’t positive yet, but he suspected this one had some serious pent up needs, or she wouldn’t have chosen to stop here, and a girl with those kinds of needs, was just the kind of girl he liked to have around.

So when finally she said yes, he buried just the tip, letting it pierce her dampness, with a slow and methodical push, that eased it in, but he made sure with his hand holding her panties, that she couldn’t drive herself back and get any more than what he had already given her. He took an moment to enjoy the feel of her little cunt as he speared between those sex damp pussy lips of hers and started to bury his cock. Still he had enough control and mind to hold back his own desires and continue to play with her.

Is that it sexy, is that what you’ve been wanting, just a little cock to fill your horny pussy?

Paul pulled it out and put the tip back in several times teasing her, purposely trying to goad her. Knowing that the girl was as close as a girl could be to being called in heat. From experience he knew the more she needed it the less control she would have, and he liked that.

A nice soft and tender fucking, maybe some flowers or sweet little hand written letter afterwards, that’s what you want right?

He had no doubt that was exactly what she didn’t want, but he wanted to see if she would react to it.
 
Becca had found the bikers constant teasing to not only be a slight annoyance, but also a delectable treat. While Steven rarely ever rushed sex, he did not possess Paul's more than evident capabilities and skills in the art of driving a woman insane with the need to feel his cock pressed into her, to be taken, and to be fucked by a strong confidant man.

His words had merely been a total turn on for her as her ass ground back against his to no avail for Paul would continue to tease her with that broad head, barely sinking it in her just enough for her to feel her tight walls being stretched around it only to have him withdraw it. She'd feel him push back into her slightly, only to repeat the action several times and Becca would catch herself cursing lightly under sharp breaths here and there. Her hand reached backwards in an attempt to pull him to her but again she would find her efforts to be futile.

A nice soft and tender fucking, maybe some flowers or sweet little hand written letter afterwards, that’s what you want right?

Her head immediately lifted from it's lowered position once again those emerald orbs flashing this time with more than mere annoyance, but downright displeasure at his comment. Most of his comments up until now had simply not bothered her but this one seemed to strike a nerve.

Her tone would be indicative of the annoyance she felt as she stated rather simply through a ragged breath.


"If I had wanted flowers or sweet tender love making, I'd have stayed the fuck home." she said, not even considering that she may have just enraged the biker, or worse that he'd quit acting upon his prior intentions but Becca had already come to realize that while she may have stifled herself around Steven, she doubted she would be willing to just ignore her own needs and desires ever again, let alone be able to hold her tongue easily.
 
If her actions hadn’t made her intent clear, the venom she spoke about staying home did. What ever she had back at home obviously either wasn’t what she wanted or wasn’t enough to address what she desired. Paul didn’t care either way, and in response to her comment, he buried his cock, every inch in a single deep hard stroke.

That’s right Sexy you came here to get fucked, and fucked hard. Like a bitch in heat, you want it bad, and I’m going to give it to you just the way your horny little cunt wants it.

One hand grabbed her head by the hair, which was no longer necessary to hold her panties, with his cock buried in her pussy, his other hand rested on her hip. Paul was obviously taking control, and considered her a very willing piece of ass. So while mounting her from behind, he started to pull his cock from the warm embrace, but as soon as he had it almost completely extracted, he jammed it back in. He treated her forceful and rough, taking his pleasure from her flesh, using her to satisfy his need. As he started to piston his cock in and out of her wetness, the hand about her waist reaches under her and grabs one of her tits through her leather top.

That’s what you need isn’t it, a nice big hard dick buried in you?

The way he was treating her was vulgar and crude, as if her sole purpose for being there was for cock. Though here she was in a biker bar restroom fucking some guy she just met, so maybe it wasn’t that great of an assumption. So hips continued to undulate as he stroked in and out of her treating her like his personal fucktoy. Not satisfied to grope her tits through her leather top, his strong hands roughly worked to free them, his other hand letting go of her hair as he tried to work them free, hoping soon to have one in each hand, the roughness of his hands so different than her smooth skin. He wasn’t asking her, he was just taking what he wanted.
 
In response to her rather direct reply to his question she felt Paul sink his thick manhood inside of her. Becca felt her moist walls stretching to accommodate him, the feeling of being so filled bringing immediate pleasure. Sex with Steven wasn't exactly bad, but it wasn't what she craved at all.

That’s right Sexy you came here to get fucked, and fucked hard. Like a bitch in heat, you want it bad, and I’m going to give it to you just the way your horny little cunt wants it.

She heard Pauls husky voice in her ear and she knew that he was right. She did want it bad, and now he was finally giving it to her, or so she thought until she felt him all but completely remove the welcomed hardness from within her wet folds. Becca would moan out loud though when suddenly, he took her again, his fingers twining in her hair and forcing her head back slightly so that she now had no choice but to either close her eyes or look at their reflection in the mirror. He hadn't eased back in her, he hadn't taken his time like before. He'd just shoved that big hard cock into her hot pussy and she had found that she loved the sensation and he'd be able to see that look of approval on her face in the mirrors reflection despite that she'd tried to divert her eyes from his gaze.

That’s what you need isn’t it, a nice big hard dick buried in you?

Becca didn't answer him verbally but only allowed her body to do the talking for her. Her ass shifted back to meet his thrusts as she clenched around his hard cock now buried in her tight hot snatch. She felt his free hand groping her breasts through the material, then she realized that he was attempting to free her ample breasts from the leather top. She felt the first snap coming undone, then the second, exposing more of the almost naked breasts underneath, covered only by a sheer strapless bra that she'd worn under the sexy top. She longed for them to be free of the pesky material so that she might feel Paul's strong hands moving upon the bare flesh and another low moan escaped, again he'd hear that low moan of "yes."
 
The sexy girl hadn’t said much, or at least not verbally, probably because her body was doing all the talking. Looking up he could see the look on her face, and it had nothing to do with pain or misery, she had the look of exquisite ecstasy, clearly in his mind she was suffering from a serious lack of cock. The way she looked away, she seemed to be hiding from him, afraid to show her true feeling in the matter, maybe even embarrassed, which only amused Paul more. The girl was getting fucked in the men’s room and she was being shy, go figure. Not that her discomfort with the situation was going to change what he was doing, because it wasn’t. Now if the girl wasn’t talking her body sure was, looking down he could see his cock already coated in the glisten moisture of her pussy juices. So he continued to move his hips spearing her with his throbbing shaft, while his large rough hands held her. He wasn’t going fucking her fast with rabbit thrusts, butt instead was taking nice deep long strokes and enjoying the feel of her tightness wrapped around and gripping his length. The strong hands continuing to grope and grip her tits as he fucked her. Some of the thrusts though no in rapid succession, did come as deep jabs.

Paul was about to continue his verbal play with her, when the sounds of the bar spiked perceptively, being caused by the bathroom door opening and closing. Another large burly man stepped into the restroom. Immediately seeing the couple copulating, he doesn’t retreat but continues further in.

Sorry man, but I gotta piss like a horse.

Paul seemed unfazed by the interruption; though he left his cock buried deep in her, and stopped his immediate thrusting. Becca actually was rather covered up, if you considered she had a cock deep in her pussy, and two large hands cupping her tits. The position she was in did nothing though to leave any doubt as to what they were up to. Paul nonchalantly answers back.

No problem Gopher, wouldn’t want you pissing on ‘The Stockade’s’ floor.

Both men chuckled, as Gopher put his back to the couple and began to extract his cock so he could piss in the metal trough that was behind Paul. Rather, than wait or delay, Paul obviously had a mischievous side, as his hands continued playing and paw at her tits, while his hips moved his cock so that it slowly and shallowly fucked her.
 
Paul had begun fucking her at a rather steady pace, long deep thrusts coupled with stabbing jabbing movements that had her moaning out with her delight. Becca felt her tight walls clenching around him as she also thought herself to be wetter with each and every movement of his hips against her firm round ass.

Pauls rather large hands had moved her clothing out of the way so that now the rough hands gripped her breasts rather firmly as his long thick cock slid in and out of her. Steven would have never touched her in such a way, let alone bent her over to fuck her. It was always the same old sex with Steven. It was as predictable as he was. He'd take her easy, and sooner or later he'd get her to actually cum but there was something missing when she had sex with Steven.

However, nothing was missing in the way that Paul fucked her. He fucked her like he wasn't just trying to please her, as a matter of fact he was fucking her exactly the way that she imagined that he wanted too. That was, until the room suddenly got loud and she knew the door had opened to the restroom they now occupied. Becca didn't turn her head to look, but it was obvious that Paul knew who the new entrant was and he had no problem, just like Bulldog and Kelly before them, with not stopping what he was doing.

Becca felt odd, almost ashamed of the fact that she'd been caught fucking someone in public, let alone an almost total stranger. Her embarrassment was short lived though when she felt Paul continuing to fuck her, now deeper and more slowly but enough to keep her writing underneath him even with someone else now in the room. Becca had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out in front of the stranger but the action did little to muffle the sound of her pleasure at how Paul was now fucking her.

With each slow thrust she could feel him buried so deeply inside of her and she knew that she'd never had such a big cock buried in her wet pussy before. For that fact, she knew that she'd never been so wet before in her entire life as she felt Paul slip in and out of her without the aid of any type of lubricant at all. With Steven, lubricant had always been necessary.

Those large hands continued to squeeze her breasts, playing with the pebbled nipples that were exposed for not just Paul to see, but had Gopher chosen to look he'd be able to see them too albeit she was bent over, she was still visible to him in her all but naked glory. As Paul fucked her, despite Becca hated that she was being fucked with someone else present she found that it also seemed to add to her excitement and her hips moved sensually, her ass pressing back into Paul to get as much of his hard cock into her wet, waiting and wanting folds. Another movement from Paul that would press that large cock into her depths and Becca no longer seemed to be concerned with the fact that Gopher hadn't vacated the room yet as a moan escaped through her parted lips followed by "Fuck. Oh fuck yes."

Gopher, and Paul for that matter could think whatever they wanted, Becca didn't care at that point, all she cared about was feeling Paul spear that thick rod into her tight pussy.
 
Again the young woman surprised him, as he thought she might run or flee at the intrusion of Gopher into the bathroom. Yeah she watched Bulldog and his girl getting at it, but watching was far different than doing. It was different for Paul; public and even semi public sex was common, and almost a right of passage in the gang, so doing some girl in the bathroom was no big deal. Yet, Paul knew some people especially those who weren’t members would balk at such a public display, were Paul didn’t. In fact he enjoyed the whole concept of others watching and him taking pride in showing how good he was at fucking. It was especially good when he could fuck some woman in front of others and make her act like some wanton slut. So Gopher a few feet away was taking a piss, and it didn’t bother Paul in the least. And whatever reluctance or resistance the girl might have had against the intrusion was obvious waning as her hips moved against him, clearly intending to keep his attention.

The sound of Gopher pissing, might have disguised for him what Becca said, but it didn’t for Paul, he heard her, even as she moaned the words. This bitch was definitely one hot piece of ass, and the more he fucked her, the more he thought he might want to fuck her again. Having a new piece of pussy around, he could have some serious fun. So with mischievous intent, just to see how far he could push her, especially with someone else near by.

You like that don’t you sexy?

He slows his fucking of her, just leaving his cock buried in her, and doing slow and shallow strokes, figuring she was already hot and bothered, and itching for more. His cock teases her pussy as he talked, while his hands did just enough to make sure she was staying on the edge as he talked, whispering into her ear.

Do you want me to fuck you hard? Is your pussy itching to get slammed baby? You can tell me how bad you need and want it?

Even before she could answer he pulled his head back and stood straight, so she couldn’t whisper back to him over the mixture of sounds. He was purposely goading her, to speak her desires not just to him, to some other total stranger.
 
Becca could have cared less about Paul's questions, her mind only having one focus now and that was to have the bikers hard cock filling her tight channel. She nodded and said "Yes" when he asked if she liked it but moments later would feel him slowing even more. While he was remaining in her, he had moved to a slow methodical stroking of her inner walls, thereby only driving her need to feel him fucking her, to feel him taking her again the way he had earlier.

She pushed her hips back into him as she groaned her protest. Had it not been for the fact that his hands strove to continue enticing her as he moved slowly, he managed to keep her aroused and needing. Whether intentional or not Becca didn't know but he was slowly driving her into a frenzied need the likes of which she'd never felt before.

Do you want me to fuck you hard? Is your pussy itching to get slammed baby? You can tell me how bad you need and want it?


She heard him whispering the words to her and her ass backed up into him as she lowered herself more towards the sink in an effort to force his cock deeper into her. She opened her mouth to answer him then when she felt his body position changing. He was standing in such a manner now that if she were to answer him in order for him to hear her over the din of the muffled noise outside and the overhead fan that was running, she'd have to speak loud enough that even Gopher would probably over hear. And in standing, he'd also repositioned his cock inside of her to rub her in a way that caused her to moan rather loudly, the thought of having that hard rod fucking her deep only adding to the lust she felt coursing throughout her sensitive body.

She'd feel his large fingers tugging at her pert nipple and Becca simply thought she might cum on him then and there but her desire to feel that cock thrusting up inside of her taking her was more than she could bare and she answered him with a guttural gasp, again a display of attitude on her behalf. If she had to give Gopher something to hear, she'd make sure that he'd know as well as Paul that she had a bit of a feisty side to her.

"You didn't have any fucking problem telling me what I wanted before, I'm sure you can figure out what I need now."

Even as she said the words, it didn't help the fact that her hips continued to grind back in an effort to feel more of that cock buried inside of her dripping sex once more.
 
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