Chapter 7: Bimbo Wife Pleases the Black Bikers

Buck Hills

I grinned as we had won the bimbo-slut. She was ... stirring. More than the others. There was something about this airhead that stirred my cock. Not just that she was pale and blonde, but it was the outfit she wore. The black leather top so low-cut that her nipples peeked out with that leather skirt was stunning, but the knee-high, heeled boots and the garters just added to her charm.

A gorgeous woman. Big tits. Plump lips. Blue eyes.

She was now the property of the Black Devils, my motorcycle club. I founded them. Led them as their president. Now I had found the club-bimbo to be used by us. I could not wait to stuff my big, Black dick into her pussy.

She would squeal on me.

Priscilla-Bimbo Simpson

I was so giddy with joyful joy.

I was the property of all those hunky Black guys. They were bikers. Biggie and thicky and strongy bikers that would fucky me so hardy with their hugey dicks. I wanted to have their ebony rods rammyed into all my holes. Just doubly-stuffying me to the limits.

That would be so goody!

“Congratulations!” said Bishopy Mallory.

The Black studdy studs all marched up on me. They were leather vests that left their ebony arms all bare so I could ogle their thicky muscles. They were so strong. They were jeans and chaps with hugey bulges full of biggie dicks for my hungry holes.

I tried to count them, but there so many. I counted onesies and then toosies and than threesies. Just so many of them. Too many for me to county count. That meant I would have a cock in all my holes with plenty of backyup cocks ready to fucky me.

“Come on, bitch,” the leader said. He was so tally and strongy. He toweryed over me. “Gotta get you back to the clubhouse and find out if you’re worth what we spent on this raffle.”

“Yesy yes!” I squealed. “Just fucky me and you’ll be so happy with my pussy and my buttyhole and my mouth and my cunty hole and my assyhole and my mouth and my twaty hole! They’re all so ready to just be takying by you! Ooh, ooh, there’s so many of you! One and two and three and many! Yay!”

“Fucking airhead,” another said, grinning at me. He wore mirrored sunnyglasses that made him all super dupery cool.

“Thaty’s right!” I squealed. “Fuckying airheads is the besty best! We bouncy on your cock so goody because we are just fully of nothing!” I tapped my head. “I’m a big dummy bimboy-slut! Patricia-Bimbo!”

The leader slapped me on the ass and growled, “I’m Buck. The president.”

“Ooh, Mistery Pressydent!” I gasped. “I didn’t know you were in chargey of America! Ooh, ooh, ooh, the Pressydent is a biker! That’s so hottie hot!”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Fucking dumbass bimbo. I’ll shove my presidential cock up your ass!”

“Yay!” I squealed. The Pressydent of the Bikers and America would fucky my assyhole. I felt all patrioty. “Let’s go!”

They guided me through the crowd. I spottyed my hubby. I waveyed to him. “The Pressydent owns me now! Yay! Pressydent Buck! Ooh, ooh, ooh! I lovey dovey you. Take care of the kiddies! I’m off to be a pressydenty bikery bimboy-whore!”

“That’s right,” said Buck, squeezying my butty-cheeks. “We own your woman now! She’s our fucking airhead-bitch. We’re gonna ride her hard!”

“So hardy!” I squealedy. I blewy my hubby a kissy kiss before I was taken away to my newy life. I was such a lucky ducky bimboy-slut.

We reached their super duper fancy bikes. They were all painted with flames and skulls and chains and awesomey stuff like that. Pressydent Buck climbed onto one and motioned for me to hoppy on behind him.

“Bitches ride bitch,” he growled.

I jumpyed behind him and squealedy. “I’m a bitch! Yay!”

I huggied his biggie torso. I rubbyed my face into his leathery vest, smelling that wondermus scent. The motorbikey all roared to life. It growlyed which I felt in my pussy. I didn’t have no panties on, so my cunty and my clitty rubbyed on the seat.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I squealedy for joy.

The motorbikey all growlyed so deepy and loudy. I gaspyed in delighty joy. My clitty throbbed. Then we tooky off. I heldy on tightie to Pressydent Buck as the motorbikey roared down the road. The wondermus vibbyrations were all massaging my cuntylips.

I humpyed against the seat, all lovey doveying the sensation. It was so amazying. I would have such a lovey dovey cummy ridying bitch like a goody bimboy-slut. I clutchyed to the Pressydent’s body as he rodey down the street.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I squealedy, hardly hearying my own lusty moans. The other bikers were all ridying aroundy us. It was so loudy. So I moaned out, “I lovey dovey this! Yay!”

My blondie hair fluttered behindy me as I groundy my cunty hole and clitty into the vibbyrating seat. That felt so goody great. My entire body shuddered as all that goody pleasure rippled through my body, my orgasmy fun buildying in me.

We were ridying pasty everyone. I loveyed that everyone could see I was the Pressydent’s bimboy-bitch. I humpyed against the seat, loveying all the attention. I wantyed everybody to looky at me and get all lusty for me.

“Yay!” I squealed as the bikes took a hard turn, pressying my cuntylips into the seat.

My clitty bursty with sparks.

I squealedy louder. It was so goody to smear my hottie pussy against the seat. The vibbyrations all made my cuntylips and clitty just feel so greaty. I whimperyed as the bikes all racedy down the road. I bouncyed on the seat, clingying to the Pressydent.

I groanyed louder and louder and louder. All those goody feelyings were buildying in me. I squealedy for joyful joy as my orgasmy all builty and builty. I racedy toward my climaxy fun. I groundy my clitty into the vibbyrating seat.

Pleasure all bursty in me.

“Yesy yes!” I squealedy as I camey so hardy hard.

My pussy juices gushyed out and soaked the leathery seat. I shoutyed for joy at the tippy top of my lungs. The rapture all floodyed through me. So much goody joy as my clitty throbbed against the cushion.

Stars twinklyed about me. They were all so happy for me as I kept cummying and cummying. It was so awesomey to have all that goody delight washying through me. My pussy all spasmyed, achying to be filled with a hugey dick.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” I squealedy for joyful joy as my orgasmy bursty through me againy again.

Orgasm number toosie all swepty through me.

It was so goody, the motorbikey all growlying and makying my clitty feel so goody. I clungy to the Pressydent, my nipples all throbbying against his leathery vest. I moaned and gasped and squealed so loudy loud.

Then orgasm number threesie explodyed through me.

They waves of happy bliss swepty through me overy and overy again. I was so fully rapture. I bouncyed on the back of the motorbikey, just so full of pleasurey joy. The waves all washyed into my mind again and againy.

So much cummies.

Too many to county.

I just loveyed them, soakying the back of seat of the motorbikey with my juicy passion. I loveyed this. It felt so goody. I clungy to the Pressydent until it was all over. I gaspyed as he leanyed over. We were stopped. The motorbikey was off.

No more amazeball growling.

“Damn, Patricia-Bimbo, you were howling your head off back there,” Pressydent Buck said. “I cummied so many times,” I squealed. “Onsies and toosies and threesies and manysies! That’s how much I cummied.”

“Fuck,” he said and rose from the bike. His leather chaps creaky creaked. “I want to get my dick in that sopping snatch, slut.”

“Yes yes!” I gasped.

We were at a divey bar. The sorty place that I never ever ever would have goney in, but now I was a bimboy-bitch to the Pressydent of ... of ... Something. I fowgot. He was just Pressydent Buck, and I was all patrioty wantying to fucky him. Him and all his bikery buds.

I followed in the Pressydent, the others straying at me with such hunger in their eyes. They wanted to fucky me so hardy. I shuddered as I entered the place, smacking my botoxy lips. I had them made so biggie and plumpy so I could sucky on things.

“Like dicks.”

“Got something for you, bitch,” growled the Pressydent. He grabbed a black, leather collar. “Gotta get a tag made up that says Property of the Black Devils.”

“I thought you owned me, Pressydent Buck!” I gasped. “Who are the Blacky Devils?”

The bikery studs all laughyed at me, shaking their heads. They called me, “Fucking idiot,” and “Dumb bitch,” and “Goddamn blonde airhead,” and “How stupid can she fucking be?” Such nicey thingies to say abouty me.

“We’re the Black Devils,” said the Pressydent. “You’re our bitch. The club owns you.”

“Ooooh,” I said. “Yay! I’m owned by the Blacky Devils and their hugey cocks!”

“Yes, you fucking are,” growled Pressydent Buck as he put the collar around my necky neck. He all cinchyed it tight. I felty it all cool abouty my neck. It felt so goody good. “Goddamn, I gotta use you, bitch!”

He shoveyed me to my knees. I loveyed how strongy he was. His bulge was all beforey me. Just beggying to be releasyed. So I attackyed his fly. I rippyed it open and groanyed at the sighty of his hugey dick. It was all biggie and thicky and ebony. Such a veiny monster.

My mouthy all droolyed over it.

“That’s it, fucking dumb slut,” growlyed the Pressydent. “Open that mouth wide and suck my fucking dick! Then I’m going to fuck that cunt!”

“Yay!” I squealedy for joy and openyed my mouth widey wide.

I swallowedy his hugey cock.

It was so goody to slidey plumpy lips down his ebony shaft. I suckyed so hardy on him. He growled as I did that. He all throbbyed in my mouth. That was so goody to do that. I suckyed hardy on him. I workyed my mouth uppy and downy him.

He growled as I diddy that. I workyed my lips uppy and downy him. It was so goody to lovey him like thisy this. He growled as I suckyed so hardy on him. I lookyed uppy at him, nursying so hardy on him. He nodded to me as I did that.

It was so goody to lovey him like this. To worky mouth all uppy and downy his thicky rod. I loveyed his thicky shaft. His biggie, Black dick felty so goody to love. He growled as I nursedy on him. I loveyed him so fiercely.