Satisfying the Biker Gang, page 1
SATISFYING THE BIKER GANG
A FORBIDDEN ROMANCE
S.E. LAW
S.C. ADAMS
Copyright © 2023 by S.E. Law and S.C. Adams
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CONTENTS
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Sneak Peek: Playing With Her Priests
Sneak Peek: Hard and Brutal
About S.E. Law
About S.C. Adams
ABOUT THIS BOOK
Five huge, handsome bikers for me to please? Yes indeed!
Xenia: Every woman knows about the Cannon Biker Gang. There are five drop-dead gorgeous brothers in residence, all with broad shoulders, wide chests, and *massive* machines to ride. Girls have to go through an “initiation process” to join … but I know I can do it if I try.
John: The nubile woman has no idea what she’s in for. Xenia thinks that being willing and eager should be enough, but the curvy girl is dead wrong. With five demanding a$$holes to please, she’ll be exposed to depravity that will make her scream … and that’s only the tryouts!
Sons of Anarchy? Yes ma’am, but with an added factor of five for utter insanity and debauchery! After all, John, Arthur, Sam, Joe, and Nicky aren’t doing this for laughs. They’re intent on finding a woman who can handle them all, no questions asked. The only issue is: is Xenia up for the task, or will she wilt before the enormous challenges before her? Read and find out! This book is a follow-up to both Two for the Win AND Three on One. Yes, more men = more debauchery, and that’s why you’ll be begging for more by the time this tale is over! Warning: this story contains questionable scenes and is not appropriate for sensitive readers.
CHAPTER 1
Xenia
“Hey girl,” I greet my friend Rae while strolling into Café Reggio. “How are you? Are you psyched about summer?”
Rae giggles as we stand in line, waiting to order our frothy drinks. In my opinion, the frothier the better, and hopefully there’s a lot of whipped cream, sprinkles, and syrup too. I like my coffee to be sugary because life is brutal enough as is. Why not get a dose of sweetness wherever you can? In my opinion, it’s totally worth it even if it does contribute to my bodacious figure.
But Rae merely giggles while shimmying her hips.
“I am so psyched for summer,” she crows. “I’m incredibly happy that today was our last day of the semester because I love those kids, but they can drive you frickin’ crazy! Tell me, Xen: why did we become Pre-K teachers again?”
I grin.
“Because we love kids, we love being educators, and because we’re more than just glorified day care workers!”
After all, most of our charges are four years old, and while the kids are technically old enough for some academic instruction, sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. Instead, sometimes I feel like I’m still cleaning dirty bottoms and wiping crusty mouths while hand-feeding the kids who haven’t quite learned to eat on their own yet. As you can see, the line between “day care” and actual “school” is razor thin, and as Pre-K teachers, we traverse both sides of the divide.
I don’t mind though. I became an educator because I love kids, and that drive and determination hasn’t dissipated, even if I do feel frustrated sometimes. But the children are wonderful and the administrators at our workplace, Apple Tots, aren’t so terrible either. Covid was a difficult stretch for all day care centers because we had to shut our doors, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. At least, that’s what I hope.
But like Rae, I’m relieved that the semester’s over. We had the option to work during the summer months, but both of us have chosen to take time off because we’re exhausted. Trust me, four-year-olds can wear you out, and when there’s a passel of them, the exhaustion hits hard and often. As a result, we’re both going to have relaxing, carefree summers … or at least that’s what I’m telling people.
“So what are you doing these coming months?” I ask my friend as we sit at a small table. Sure enough, Rae’s drink is a huge orange monstrosity complete with double whip and a cherry on top. Mine is a dark chocolate color, also topped with whipped cream, but my cream has gooey caramel sauce drizzled on it, as well as dustings of what look like cinnamon. Yum.
Rae takes a small sip of her drink, getting whip onto her nose, and then wipes it off with a giggle.
“I think I’m just going to chill and relax,” she sighs with contentment. “You know that Hunter, Trig and I are in love, and I think it’ll be great to spend time with them to just focus on our relationship.”
I stop her for a moment.
“Hey, remember,” I say with a mock frown. “Trig is my brother so I don’t want to hear about your sexcapades, even if they’re really raunchy. It’s too gross from my point of view.”
Rae bats her lashes at me.
“Are you sure? Because your brother is sooo huge and he gives it to me sooo good every night,” she says in a sing-song tone. “If it’s super triple X-rated, I think you can look past the fact that Trig’s your brother just for the educational aspect.”
“No, I can’t!” I say with a mock grimace. “Gross! It’s too much! Eeeew, I’m going to puke already. This is my sibling you’re talking about.”
My friend merely giggles, throwing back her brown curls.
“Okay, okay, fine. Well anyways, things are going really super with the three of us, and I just want to sit back and enjoy things for a while, you know? Like to appreciate life and all that. Besides, your brother is moving in with me and Hunter, so that’s a new thing to adjust to.”
I shoot her a meaningful look.
“Yes, but it’s not going to be that different, right? I mean, Trig’s over at your place almost all the time already.”
“He is,” Rae acknowledges with a happy smile. “But it’ll be nice to have him over even more. Besides, Hunter’s excited too, so there’s going to be some serious debauchery going on.”
I giggle because Rae’s threesome is dirtier than most. She started out dating my brother, Trig, but then hooked up on the side with her stepdad, Hunter. Total catastrophe, right? But no, in the most surprising development, the three of them linked up as a trio, and not only that, but Hunter and Trig are bisexual and have the hots for each other! So yeah, I can only imagine what their threesomes are like because I know my brother, and he likes things uber-filthy and nasty. If there’s another man and a woman in the bedroom, then the fucking must surely be high-octane.
But again, I don’t want to get too deep into the details because Trig is my younger bro. There’s only so much you want to know about a sibling’s sex life, and I get my fill whenever Trig brings his lovers over. I swear, they practically knock down the walls sometimes with their loud lovemaking, and in fact, they did damage the plaster once. The bed frame kept hitting the wall at a weird angle, and then boom, when Trig looked at it the next day, there was a gaping hole.
But it’s fine, and nothing that some putty can’t fix. Meanwhile, I’m happy for Trig because he’s moving forward with his life. It seems he, Rae, and Hunter have found love together and are working towards deepening their relationship. As a result, my bro’s moving out of our shared apartment, and in with Hunter and Rae.
But then my buddy throws me a concerned glance.
“But are you okay with it?” Rae asks in a tentative voice. “Trig moving, I mean. I know you guys are close.”
I nod.
“Of course I’m okay with it! I’m actually really happy for you guys, and Trig’s always at your place anyways, so it’s not like anything’s going to change. Besides, there’s a silver lining because whenever you and Hunter came around, the garbage always had so many used condoms in it. It was insane, so I’m happy that’s not going to happen anymore.”
Rae giggles at my quip, but then goes serious again.
“Yes, but are you okay when it comes to rent? I mean, it’s going to be a stretch living alone, right?”
I nod.
“Yes, but it’s fine. I mean, don’t get me wrong because Apple Tots is obviously not the highest-paying job out there, but Trig’s not going to stop paying rent immediately. He’s going to continue contributing to the bills until I find a new roomie, so it’ll be fine.”
Rae nods, taking a sip of her orange drink.
“That sounds like a good solution,” she murmurs.
I nod.
“Yes, and I’m not sure if my brother told you this, but I’m not going to look for a new roomie until the fall. I’m planning on using this summer to chill, so I thought I might just enjoy having the apartment to myself for a couple months. Is that okay with you guys?” I ask quickly. “I mean, I know talking finances is always a little weird.”
Rae smiles as makes a phht! noise while waving her hand at me.<
“No, it’s fine. The rent thing isn’t a big deal because my stepfather’s rolling in dough as an attorney, so we’re good. It’s no problem at all. Take your time finding a roomie.”
I nod, relieved.
“Awesome, I’m so glad to hear you say that because actually, I want to enjoy having the apartment to myself for another reason too. It’s not just about having more space and savoring the solitude …”
Rae quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Let me guess,” she says in a dry tone. “It has something to do with the Cannon Biker Gang.”
I squeal a little, drawing stares, but I don’t care.
“Yes,” I say. “I’m planning on going through their initiation rites this summer, so I figured having the apartment to myself would help me center myself for the process. You know, so if I come home limping and sore, with my hair messed up and a couple bruises here and there, there’s no annoying roommate to ask, what the hell happened to you?”
Rae giggles at my statement, but her expression is a mite confused.
“But I thought you already went through initiation rites. I thought you pulled a train and everything? And said it was wonderful?”
I shake my head slowly, biting my lip.
“No, not exactly. When we talked last, I’d met with some of the guys at the clubhouse and we fooled around a little, to be sure. It was a great time because trust me, these guys are hot to the max, so it was like a hundred degrees in the room.”
Rae interrupts her eyes wide.
“Fooled around?” she asks. “What does that mean? Wait, let me guess: you took off all your clothes.”
I nod because my friend always hits it right on the money.
“I did,” I admit in a low tone, “because the club wanted to do an ‘inspection.’ It’s the first part of the initiation rite. In fact, I wasn’t even being ‘initiated’ exactly. They just wanted to check out the goods before they begin initiation rites, so yeah, I got naked for them, and the guys basically touched and kissed and licked me everywhere,” I say in a breathy tone. “It sounds so demeaning, but it wasn’t. I felt really good, and honestly, I can’t wait for what happens next.”
Rae’s jaw drops, her brown eyes wide and astonished.
“So let me get this straight: you passed the first stage, which was like a pre-initiation ceremony.”
I nod.
“That’s right. It was a nude, full-body inspection but it was amazing,” I giggle. “Crazy, right? But now I’m onto the next stage, and I’m looking forward to it.”
Rae stares at me, brown eyes wide.
“But what comes next?” Rae whispers, hardly believing her ears. “Do you know?”
I shake my head.
“Not really. I mean, obviously it’s going to be dirty, but I can take it. Plus, there’s going to be more because during the inspection there was no penetration by cock, even though there were five men. So somewhere down the line, I’m going to get cock. Everywhere, I hope,” I add with a meaningful look.
Rae merely shakes her head, impressed.
“Holy shit, girlfriend. I mean, I’m depraved because I’m dating two men simultaneously, but you’re taking it to another level. How many bikers did you say there are?”
“Five,” I answer. “So I’ll be entertaining five guys at once. It’s going to be incredibly hard-core, and that’s why I don’t want a roomie. I seriously will be dripping come from all my holes whenever I come home, so I need the privacy, not to mention the peace and quiet. But what can I say? This is just what I need and my last boyfriends weren’t enough, even if they were sweethearts.”
Rae nods because my friend knows my exes Casey, James and Brad. I’ve always been polyamorous, and my latest relationship was with three gorgeous, virile men who adored me. I adored them too, and I loved being part of a quad, but the problem is that three men just wasn’t enough. It may sound slutty and whore-y, but I need more. I need to be gangbanged, and I think taking on the Cannon Biker Club is going to scratch that itch. Another woman would be ashamed to admit this, but the craving I’ve felt inside has been present for so long now that I just want to get it done.
Of course, my three exes were stunned when I broke up with them, especially after I revealed the reason.
“Are you sure?” Casey asked in a low voice. “Seriously, Xenia? Three cocks aren’t enough?”
I shook my head slowly, taking a deep breath as tears sprung to my eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” I confirmed in a low voice. “I love you guys, and you guys fill my body so well, but I need more. Even when I’m plugged tight in my mouth, anus, and pussy, I have two hands and they need something to tug.”
“You mean, they need live cocks to tug,” James added in a trembling voice. “Holding onto something like a dildo isn’t enough.”
“It’s not,” I confirm in a sorrowful tone. “I’m so sorry.”
With that, there was no more to be said on the subject because my mind was made up, and we went our separate ways immediately. Or at least, I went my separate way. From what I understand, Casey, Brad and James found another woman within weeks, and last I heard, they’re very happy with her. Hell, I’m happy for them too because I genuinely adored my three exes, but like I said, I need more. I need to be gangbanged, and even if it is slutty and whore-y, I can’t deny my inner cravings.
So yes, this is my summer to explore. I’ve linked up with the Cannon Biker Club, and I hope that it’s going to work out. After all, there are five active members at the moment, which sounds like a good number to me, and I can’t wait to get all of my holes taken again and again, while tugging on multiple hard cocks until they blow. I can’t wait to be used as the bikers’ personal property, and to be nothing more than a set of fuckholes to be penetrated at their leisure. It’s wrong, it’s demeaning, and it’s exactly what women have railed against for hundreds, if not thousands of years, but I’m tired of trying to rationalize my desires. I have a dirty cunt, an even dirtier ass, and most of all, a filthy imagination that needs a gangbang to be satisfied. Come hell or high water, I need this to happen because I’m going to erupt otherwise.
Meanwhile, Rae nods and stirs her drink thoughtfully.
“Just stay safe, okay Xenia?” she says in a low voice. “I’ve heard about some of these gangs, and they can be rough. Like rough rough, and not just rough around the edges.”
I nod.
“I know what you’re saying, but the guys were fine during the inspection. I mean, don’t get me wrong because my bottom was spanked and of course, they pushed a couple fingers into my puss while squeezing my breasts, but it wasn’t bad. It was good, in fact, and I liked it.”
Rae nods again.
“I know, but just be careful, okay? If you ever feel like the situation’s spinning out of control, then call me. Or call your brother. We’ll answer right away.”
I nod and smile.
“Thanks, but I’ll be fine. Lighten up, girl! I’ve been waiting for this for so long, and it finally seems like my dreams are coming true. At least, I hope they come true,” I add.
Rae merely smiles, her eyes still concerned.
“But still. Call if you want to talk about anything.”
“I will,” I reply, and then our conversation moves onto Apple Tots, our jobs, as well as other vacation plans. But in the back of my mind, I’m still envisioning the men of the Cannon Biker Club because those guys were drop dead gorgeous, and the pit of my stomach clenches in on itself with excitement. Even better, I’m meeting them this weekend for the next phase of my initiation rites … and I can’t wait.
CHAPTER 2
Xenia
Okay, this is it. I take a deep breath and push the buzzer to the clubhouse. It’s not much to see actually. The clubhouse is just a normal-looking building in downtown Chicago with a brick façade and a small sign out front that says “Cannon.” There’s nothing to indicate that this is the lair of a gang, club, or criminal group. Cannon could literally be someone’s last name.
