You've tasted worse.

With your eyes tightly closed the first sense you have of the biker's cock is by smell. The musky masculine sweat of a lockeroom and the salty meat aroma of his naked flesh as your face draws near makes you pause for a breath. You steel yourself, put aside your qualms and open up your lips as you dip your head forward. His cocktip is hot, blazing hot as your soft lips brush it and yet you open wider to take the dome of his shaft into your mouth. The taste of salty flesh reminds you that you're half starved after your night flight through the forest during the storm and without consciously thinking about your actions you find yourself sucking upon the bell shaped tip as if to draw sustenance from it.

"Whoa baby, if you that's the first dick you sucked then you're a natural." The biker chief compliments you. "Keep that up and I'll be blowing my wad straight in that pretty mouth."

Now you open your eyes, to glare up at the hells angel leader. Staring down at you to watch his cock being sucked he sees that look straight away and gives a loud laugh. Up to this point he had not touched your head or try to **** your actions in any way except by ordering you. He drives home this point now by putting his hands behind his head and clasping his fingers. He grins, sure that he is in control without needing his superior strength to to enforce it.

"You're doing just fine Blondie." He encourages, smiling. "I'll make sure I keep some back. I want a piece of that virgin blonde cunt yet."

For brief moment the rage boils inside you, you consider clamping your teeth down upon the thug's dick. As hard as it feels in your mouth it is still just flesh. You may have less muscles than before, but from what you can judge you're still built powerfully for a woman. You have no doubt you still have the strength in your jaws to slice your teeth through the biker's dick like you were eating a steak. Common sense and the will to survive prevail, even if you succeeded and the biker bled to **** you are certain you'd be dead before he was. Besides, would you be doing any different if you positions were reversed?

"You ever fucked an Xchange pill slut Blondie?" The biker interrupts your train of thought with the unexpected question. "From the way they described you on the radio you are pretty badassed."

You shake you head, perhaps not the best move with three inches of cock in your mouth as the biker gives a contented growl as he feels the movement. Then you think a moment and shrug, would you even know if you had. There were plenty of hookers and pick ups in fleapit bars after your life fell apart, it's possible or probable that some might have been courtesy of a little pink pill. You wouldn't have cared, long as they had a tight wet cunt to make you feel good for a while. You keep sucking on the biker's dick as he talks.

"After Chrissie, I gotta say that's my thing now." The biker tells you. "See some natural chick might be good in the sack, but she ain't never known no different, you get me? But Chrissie once she got into it, then that's by choice."

You pull your mouth free of the biker's cock for a moment, though your fist continues to pump upon his shaft during it's abscence.

"I never had ****." You say. "The pill was **** on me, and I'm damn certain I'm going to get fucked whether I agree to it or not."

"Damn straight." The biker agrees, grinning widely. "If I needed to I'd slap you stupid and fuck you half conscious. I don't reckon I'm going to need to though, am I?"

You don't answer, just give a snarl in response. You feel angry about so much that has happened and having every decision in your life taken from you. Your options of resistance are non existant, but you reckon one course of action will wipe that smile off the biker's face for a second or two without getting you killed. You stand up sharply, and a flicker of doubt crosses the biker's eyes as he's unsure what you intend to do. Surprise replaces the doubt as you straddle him and guide his big dick up upwards as you crouch down on his lap. You let out a hiss as for the first time a hot hard cock slides into you.

"Whoohoo Steph, ride that cock!" The shouted encouragement is from Toni of course, somewhere behind you in the room, but you don't bother responding or looking around.