Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Really?” I asked, perched nude on a bar stool in the common area. “You don’t have a chef?”
The bikers chuckled.
“No, we don’t. We’re not exactly legit, honey, so we don’t want someone coming into our clubhouse who doesn’t belong here. As a result, we cook, clean, and even buy our own groceries. There’s a shift schedule around here somewhere,” Sam says in a vague voice, looking around. “I know that I’m cooking next week.”
But when Joe brought the food out, I was dismayed because the sloppy joes were too sloppy. They were delicious, but the sauce lacked the tangy, smoky flavor that I crave in my burgers, and the buns were regular potato buns bought from Costco.
“You know, I could help in the kitchen if you want,” I hinted. “I’m quite good at the stove.”
The men paused.
“Really?” John growled, his eyebrows raised. “How good is good?”
I giggled.
“Well, I’m no chef from the Cordon Bleu, but I can do a lot of classics, not to mention a lot of comfort food. Meatloaf, burgers, spaghetti with meatballs, and even broccoli quiche if you like that kind of stuff.”
“Nah, no quiche,” Sam said immediately. “That shit is for French people.”
“Speak for yourself,” Art interjected, shooting him a dirty look. “I appreciate fine French fare.”
I giggled then.
“How about a ham and cheese quiche, then?” I asked in a conciliatory tone. “That way there are no veggies, although you know I’ll sneak some vegetables in somehow.”
The men were appeased, and soon, I was puttering about in the kitchen whipping up some of my specialties. In fact, my food was so good that within a few days, I was preparing all of the meals at the lodge, and never felt so accomplished doing it. After all, five hungry men can be very appreciative when you satisfy their stomachs, and I was basically catering to them morning, noon, and night.
Of course, we were having plenty of sex as well. That goes without saying. This was my initiation, after all, and so when I wasn’t cooking, I was basically fucking the five of them like crazy and my body was used to its utmost. My pussy and ass dripped come non-stop, and more than once, I swear I couldn’t taste anything but seed. I’d literally eat a scoop of ice cream, and yet the only flavor I was getting was male semen and I’d moan with pleasure, my nipples going tight once more.
The bikers adored my responsiveness of course, and they aren’t exactly gentle lovers either. If anything, the depravity I encountered blew my mind while satisfying the whore deep within. For example, I still remember the first time using the breeding stand.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my eyes going wide with delight as they strapped me onto the padded bench before lifting my legs high in the air. “You know I’m on the shot, right? You won’t be able to get me pregnant because Depo-Provera lasts for three months, and I just went to the doctor before I came.”
John merely lashed my ankles to the bars on the side so that basically, I was on my back with my legs straight up in the air and parted for easy access.
“It’s no problem, sweetheart,” he rasped. “We like our girls to soak in our come. You don’t need to necessarily get pregnant, although you’d look beautiful with our child in your belly, Xenia. We just want our girls to be immobilized after we ejaculate so that you get the full effect of five loads of come.”
Goodness, he was dirty! As a result, I let them pump my ass and pussy full while strapped to the breeding stand, crying out with pleasure as they ravaged my tiny holes. Even worse, they didn’t unstrap me from the breeding stand for two hours after finishing that particular session. Instead, the men would come over at random intervals and gently insert their fingers into my pussy and ass, stirring the warm fluid inside.
“Oh yeah, she’s fertile,” murmured Joe as he pulled his finger out of my vagina, the thick digit coated in white wetness. “Shit, I know we could knock her up with twins.”
“Twins?” Nicky smirked. “More like triplets, quadruplets, or even quintuplets. Xenia’s being fucked so often, it’s only a matter of time before she conceives.”
Of course, they were ignoring the fact that I was currently on birth control, and yet their words made my pussy twinge because oh my god, what would it be like to start birthing babies for these bikers? How many would they want, anyways? It seems crazy, but hearing them talk about my fertility only made me even hornier and more desperate for male cock. It was as if my ovaries exploded, and all common sense vanished from my being. Instead, all I wanted was to stay barefoot and pregnant in the lodge, catering to the bikers’ every whim.