A Biker’s ride

Chastity, now 54, owned Shooters Bar and Grill, the wildest place in town. She was a wild, sexy woman with silver and black hair. She had recently gone through an ugly divorce, after her husband found out about all the men, women, and couples she had been sleeping with behind his back.

Since then, Chastity had transformed her life into a full blown fuck fest. She slept with anyone and everyone. Bikers, college kids, drunken businessmen, women, couples, you name it. She had no shame. Just raw, primal lust as she continued her reign of depravity and debauchery.

As the sun set and night fell, the bar filled with its usual cast of characters. Bikers with tattoos and beards, blonde sorority girls in short skirts, clusters of giggling cougars on the prowl. The neon signs flashed. The music pulsed. The whiskey flowed. And Chastity worked the bar top like a maestro, pouring shots and tonguing shots off taut young abs.

Later, in the back room, she was on her knees servicing a grizzled old biker, one of those guys who made a Harley look like a bicycle. His rhino cock throbbed in her mouth as she deep throated him with gusto, eyes rolled back in carnal bliss. He grabbed her silver hair and fucked her face hard, grunting like a pig. Cum splattered her face but she just licked it up with a satisfied moan.

A cluster of tattooed college boys, barely out of puberty, waited their turn, stroking their hard-ons. When the biker was spent, they dragged Chastity into the bathroom. In the grimy stall, they laid her on the filthy floor, ripping her top and shorts off. Three of them rammed into her at once - mouth, pussy, ass. Her screams echoed off the greasy tile as they pounded her relentlessly, grunting and cursing like animals in heat.

After they dumped their loads inside her, Chastity staggered out, bleeding and bruised. She stumbled to her office and sprawled on the leather couch. Soon a knock at the door. A couple, in their 30s, with a bottle of whiskey. "We've been watching you," the man said, stroking his wife's hair. "We want to be next."

Chastity grinned, spreading her legs. "Well, come get some."

They fell upon her like wolves. The man shoved his fat cock down her throat while his wife ate her pussy. They swapped holes, spit roasting her from both ends. The woman jacked her husband's cock as he ass-fucked Chastity with savage thrusts. Chastity squealed in ecstasy, her mind going blank with lust.

The couple finished and left. Chastity sat up, cum dripping down her thighs. She was deaf to the thumping bass and shouts from the bar. Deaf to reason, safety, limits of any kind. She craved more. Needed more. She strode out into the chaos, hips swaying, tits bouncing.

A table of married men wolf whistled. Chastity purred and sauntered over. They hauled her on top of the table and tore her blouse up the back. In a flash, she was naked, their hands groping her. She sucked cock after cock, jacked and stroked, taking load after load of hot spunk down her throat.

She bent over and let them all gang **** her, right there in front of everybody. They pulled her head back by the hair, slapping her ass, grunting as they slammed into her holes. The bartender was fucking the line of women customers from behind, grunts and squeals rising over the music. The whole bar was one giant, undulating fuck fest.

Chastity felt bodies pressing in from all sides. A black cock probed her ass, a brunette licking her clit, a Latino sucking her nipples. A hundred hands, a hundred fingers. She was a wild animal now, uncaged, raging with need. Screaming, sobbing with pleasure as she was used in every way imaginable.

She collapsed, covered in spunk, leaking cum from every hole. But even that wasn't enough. She staggered to her feet, crooking a finger at a knot of men in the corner. Bikers with big dicks and mean eyes. They hauled her into the storage room, slamming her against the wall and going at her with a vengeance.

Pop, pop, pop, cocks slapped against her cheeks, her tits, her hair as they jerked off on her. The first man grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth. Pop, pop, pop. He grunted and unloaded down her throat. Pop, pop, pop. The others stepped up one by one, pumping thick jism all over her face, tits, hair, ass, and belly. Pop, pop, pop.

They painted her silver hair white with cum. Coated her in a thick layer, dripping off her everywhere. She was a Jackson Pollock painting of jizz. Eyes vacant, face slack. The men laughed and went back to the bar.

Chastity slid down the wall, shaking. Her mind went white with heat. She massaged her cunt, picking up the bank of cum. Her fingers, coated with spunk, shoveled it into her mouth. She looked at the puddles on the floor, thinking, Then she scooped it up and slurped it down. Every drop.

She felt a rush coming on, like a rocket ship to the moon. Her cunt spasmed, spraying clear juice. Her eyes rolled back, her body arched. Cumming and cumming and cumming, for minutes, until she collapsed in a spunk-covered puddle.

The last she knew, as she slipped into a dick-drunk haze, was the thought that crossed her mind. More. She needed more.