Episode 30: Copy That!!

Evening in Erlich, Pennsylvania, two towns over from Wildwood off of highway 12 in a place known as Hotel TRAINsylvania, hotter than ever. It was sad that the train tracks being so close to the hotel, it didn’t require the owners to add vibrating beds. Saved them money.

Heath Talbot arrived in darkness, dimly lit pole lights along the highway barely helping illuminate the surrounding area. A slow-moving freight train behind the hotel up on a steep incline made for a droll expectation. It was almost peaceful in a foreboding kind of way. Idling at the entrance to the parking lot with no traffic to honk at him for being in their way Heath explored the few vehicles already in the lot. A number of Harley’s presented the possibility of bikers staying there. The ratio of bikes and cars was about equal. Spotting his old teacher’s convertible with the top up he knew at least Frannie had kept her promise to be there and have their room ready on good faith.

“Good girl Frannie Fanny! Time to make that bitch mine.” Pulling in slowly he parked facing out far enough away to avoid conflict should the bikers get rowdy over the course of the night. With a rundown tavern across the street, it was pretty logical where the bikers were at the moment. It was early yet, so the party was only getting started. Shutting off the engine of his Nissan Xterra Heath sat there for a moment, arms folded on top of his steering wheel.

“I’ve been wanting Frannie so fucking long I feel like this is some dream. Practicing my master skills with Margo has boosted my confidence but even though I don’t show it I’m still a novice. I think Margo is just letting me be bossy. The other day when that appraiser guy came out was pretty intense, she did obey my every command, that was cool ... but Frannie? This is just going to be a game, I think. Her being married she’s not going to be able to meet me as often as I might want. I should feel lucky she’s hooking up with me at all. Thing is, unless she was bullshitting me, I think she really wants me as her master. Maybe ole’ Riley Filmore just isn’t satisfying her these days.”

Thoughts wandered long enough he notices a curtain open up and Frannie Filmore looking out in search of him, at least he presumed so. As he took in her beauty from a distance Heath decided to let her know he was there by flashing his headlights on and off. Once it captured her attention, she opened her curtains all the way and stood there totally nude, posing for him like a model. “Oh, fuck! Let’s do this.”

Abandoning his SUV, he locked up and headed across the lot and had a brilliant idea. Stopping halfway he points at the gravel lot beneath his boots, ego rising with his adrenalin. Spotting his instruction Frannie smiled brightly then walked to the hotel room door opening it wide. Being on the ground level she stepped out cautiously and decided it safe enough to take a walk. Wearing heels at least kept her feet from the jagged gravel stones beneath her feet. Still, high heels and moveable rocks did not mesh well, it was a tedious walk all the way out to meet him.

“You made it.” She grinned.

“So did you, without breaking your ankle.”

“The night is young Senor Talbot. I keep an extra pair of heels in my trunk.”

“None of that Spanish crap, talk English so I don’t have to second guess what you’re saying.”

“As you wish.”

“As you wish ... WHO?”

“Master.” She shivered with dancing eyes, noticed even in the moonlight. “I was worried when I got here, and all those bikers pulled in. If they cause any disturbances and the police get called...”

“Riley might come with cherries spinning. Out of his jurisdiction over here in Erlich, isn’t it?”

“Exactly! It’s not like he won’t recognize my car. My name alone would bring him out this far.”

“Wanna call it off?”

“No. I will risk it for my new master.”

“Good. I wasn’t going to let you bail. Get over here and suck my cock.” He unzipped his pants and whipped it out for her to shine. She was immediately impressed by his size and girth.

“My master has a very nice...”

“God?”

“I adore your deity, Sir.” She stepped closer and knelt down, remaining on her feet to avoid her knees getting scratched on the gravel. Fondling Heath, she stroked him a bit just to form a more sensual opinion of it. Seconds later her lips wrapped around his beast, and she took him deep into her throat. Back and forth with a steady repetition she grew lost in her emotions. Hearing her whimpered, “Mmmmm!” and gagging verse of, “Awk gawk gak!” was a thing of beauty, even the crickets silenced to overhear her loyalty. The music from the tavern only added to the perfection of this relevant moment with an Eagle’s rendition of Peaceful Easy Feeling. The train was still making its way North at a snail’s pace, atmosphere mesmerizing in every way.

“Nothing like a BJ in the middle of nowhere.” He sighed feeling the warm steady friction of her succulent lips tightly grazing across his foreskin, his urethra colliding with the back of her throat. Standing noble, if not slightly worried about his seedy surroundings he sucked up his courage to whip off his polo shirt and stand nude himself from his knees upward, his pants loitering just above his muscular calves. Being a wrestler back in high school and keeping a strong regiment of workouts in Margo’s fitness room he was looking all Adonis. Palming the back of her skull he went full on tough guy and face fucked her into a nasal frenzy. Poor Mrs. Filmore was a snotty, teary mess before he unloaded a fierce portrait against the back of her throat. “THAT’S MY BITCH!”

Allowing her freedom, Frannie pulled away in a taffy looking stretch of cum and saliva to catch her breath, milky threats dripping down over her massive breasts. Peering up at Heath she shared unblinking eyes of crystal facets beneath the moonlight. “You like that exchange, Fannie?” A vivid nod led to her plea of hands seeking to touch him. Evading her he pulls his jeans up and just snaps the clasp leaving his belt undone and zipper down. Shirt over his shoulder Heath grips her long mane of fiery red hair and drags her to her feet. Twisting her in step he faced her toward their opened hotel room door. Letting her hair go he slapped her tight muscular bottom with a resounding crack, definitely a red mark.

“MARCH! Shake that ass like you want the world to spank it.” Off she wiggled with a very delicious swagger of womanhood, cheeks dancing like a necessary attraction of, “Take it!” Frannie followed her own lessons well. If only Heath could see her eyes rolling at his commands being processed far differently than he had hoped for. Frannie was just playing along. Not that she wasn’t having a blast, but keeping his ego stoked was tiresome.

At the threshold of their room, he stopped her with, “HALT!” Who says halt these days? Definitely not this punk ass Knight in shiny armor. Still, she paused to allow him to move around her once again turning her in step to face her outward toward the lot. “Hands on the door jam’s sides, arch your back.” She followed orders while he tossed his shirt into a chair and removed his boots, then pants. Nurturing his cock, a tad to keep himself sturdy he moved in for the kill and penetrated her sweet juicy cunt with relative ease, she was wet at her own drama within, not so much over Heath himself. Play on fool.

Fucking her from behind her big, beautiful breasts were competing swingers circling in opposite directions of one another as Heath pounded her from behind. It wasn’t as if Heath didn’t get the job done, he was nailing all of the right erogenous zones to bring out her inner slut. Squealing a tad more than normal just to improv and make him feel like God she put up a delectable show. Between her hands gripping the sides of the door and his palm on her neck behind her hair squeezing tightly she peered out into the night.

Eyes on the tavern she witnessed four bikers come outside to smoke, swallowing her pride with a glimmer of wishful thinking. Deep down she hoped those bikers might see her and come over for a better look. Little did she know they just weren’t into her. She didn’t know a lot of things at this point. Watching a pair of the biker boys kiss ruined her dream. Frannie always craved more than she experienced, being a swinger allowed her that aspect when her husband felt the need to put her out there. It certainly helped their marriage.

Cumming on Heath’s cock was easy enough, he was pretty talented in a semi aggressive way. His problem seemed to be slipping in and out of his dominant side. She knew he needed more practice that was essentially her reason for letting him believe that he could possibly own her. The more encouragement she offered the more his persona would evolve. Sex was decent either way. The longer he nailed her in the doorway the louder she got, her wails attracting attention as it disrupted the quietness. The renting residents of the Hotel were getting nosey, a few even annoyed by their noise level.

Across the street the bikers noticed her finally and pointed her out. They seemed attentive so maybe they weren’t all gay. One biker slipped back into the bar while the other three took the walk toward them. Luckily, she blocked Heath’s vantage point in seeing them. Not wanting to let on they were coming their way in hopes things could get more interesting she just praised Heath with verses of, “Fuck me, master.” Let ego blind the guy she thought.

Within thirty feet of Frannie, the bikers began their verbal thoughts on seeing her. Heath hearing them slowed a bit until Frannie begged him not to stop. Telling himself that he could do this, Heath pounded her even harder, it was all she could do to hang onto her perch. Sensing the biker boys’ lust, she concluded bisexuality which was just fine with Frannie. Even she was fond of other women on occasion. A little roughness would suit her just fine, too rough she could practice her Taekwondo skills. Win, win situation.

“What do we have here?” A bearded medium build biker stroked his chest level beard to a point. “Look at those titties rotating like the wheels on ole’ Nantucket.”

“That’s what he calls his Harley.” Another biker, the one who had kissed him earlier added. “You two look as if you’re having fun. Mind if we watch?”

“Go for it.” Heath sneered and nudged her further out the door, her nails giving way and letting Heath take her for a walk just outside their room. “Hands in your hair Bitch.” Frannie followed his command and ran her well-manicured nails through her curls. Eying the men with a wink she puckered her lips between moans letting them know her interest in them. “Slap her titties for me Fellas.” Heath was the man ... at the moment.

The third biker seeming more into girls took the initiative to honor the boys offer. Face to face with her he grinned then reached up first to squeeze her massive tits before turning darker and swatting them. She yelped then hissed with each impact, her nipples starving for attention. Suddenly, Frannie realized something, she recognized her assailant but kept quiet over it. Noted, the biker winked back with a similar recall and just took it upon himself to lower enough to suckle a tit. She gasped and let him feed. Heath behind her just smirked and kept his cock active in and out of her sloshy cunt. “Like that Teach?” Heath blurted out.

“Yes master.”

Hearing the word master the biker lifted away to stand tall, merely pinching both of her nipples now to her delight. Wincing he looked back at his buddies, “Master here wants to share his bitch Boys.” He then looks over Frannie and grins at Heath, “I hear that right Master Man?”

“I’m open to that.” Heath chuckled. Any chance he had to express being in charge was music to his ears.

“He’s open to us.” The kissing bandit laughed leaning on his lover’s shoulder. His bearded beau gave him a cheesy grin and offers a “Works for me.” Behind the smirking bikers the fourth biker they had abandoned at the tavern returned with three more of their members all drunk and pushing one another around playfully. Alcohol had their focus until they spotted sexy Frannie Filmore. Once the horse play ended the men took serious interest in her. Heath who? Master? Uh huh! Let him act out. As if they would listen. For now, follow the leader, but later? The former student would learn a valuable lesson.

“Yo, Brothers?” The fourth biker rallied, “What’s the 4-1-1?”

“Master there is offering us some fun with he and his ho.” That went right over Heath’s head. Still making Frannie moan he merely looked at the bikers with a smug attitude. “What’s the plan, Master?” The squeezer chimed in. Heath paused them just long enough to nut inside Frannie with a bestial snarl. Observing Heath’s exhausted release, the gay bikers looked at one another and mumbled, “He’s such an animal. Grrrr!” Pulling out of Frannie he whipped her around to face him and forced her to kneel and suck him dry. Whispers from the gay community seemed envious. “Oh, I’m sooo jealous.”

Those that were more interested in Frannie’s tight ass stepped in, leaning over to rub her behind. Her feasting on Heath combined with being caressed by two other men made her eyes roll back. Unspoken words mixed with moans her thoughts led to, “Gangbang me.” Her true colors were coming through. Eying Heath standing proud of her obedience the squeezer unzipped his fly and whipped out a sturdy seven inch and wagged it. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Ass in the air Bitch.” Heath patted her left cheek. She rose enough to comply and still suck off Heath. She chose to keep him invested in his performance. Behind her the biker eased up and didn’t care one bit that Heath had nutted in her, he just penetrated Frannie the Fanny and rammed it home. In his sudden thrust Frannie clenched her teeth over Heath’s cock making him wince and mumble, “Oww! Fuck!” She immediately sucked him harder to compensate her mistake.

Feeling vengeful Heath grabbed her head at each side and face fucked her again. Between their seesaw effect she was a trembling mess. Never enough she pleaded with her hands reaching out in all directions, hopeful of enticing more. Sure, enough another of the bikers boasted a released six-inch cock and took her hand forcing her fingers to encircle it. Taking the hint, she began jerking him off.

Heath tried not to stare at the others, but meaty self-control glances were hard to deny. Mostly, the other way around though. Guys were eying Heath; he just took it as admiration of authority. That and they were likely wanting a blowjob from Frannie as good as he was getting. Sure! Keep believing that Talbot.

“How did you land this hottie Kid?”

“Not a kid.”

“You can’t be no more than 18.” The squeezer taking her from behind pointed out.

“19 going on 20 in four months. Call me a kid again I’ll take away your fun.” Heath attempted a cool bravado.

“I think your so-called slave here might have other ideas.” Frannie refused to react to his observation. Yes, she would rather have many men over just Heath, but at the same time she was here for him. A firm slap to her ass by the biker could change her mind, however. “Look at her thoughts on abandoning you Kid. Easy to see.”

“Fuck you.” Heath pulled out of Frannie’s mouth then took her free hand and tried to pull her away. At first, she resisted until Heath found some balls and gripped her chin enforcing a shared eye contact, “ROOM ... NOW!” Relenting she tried to peel off of her biker entry, but he snatched up her hair dragging her into a tug of war, Frannie gasped and mumbled, “Yesssss!”

“I don’t think so Kid. Why don’t you go jerk off and let the real men deal with this hot ass cunt.”

With a scene brewing the bikers grew defensive of their friend pointing at Heath to back off or else. Fear was there but Heath still stood his ground fists bared. “Back off!”

“Let’s not and say we did.” Aggression was the biker’s best friend maintaining her long hair in a vice like grip. Frannie loved every second of his strength over her yet showed Heath unblinking lashes of concern for his welfare. This was not going to end well for somebody. Surrounded by the bikers Heath was forced to let go of Frannie’s wrist. In that very second his date was tossed amongst the bikers, holding her in restraint like a helpless puppet.

Heath stumbled slightly to avoid taunting advances by the other cyclists. He knew if she really wanted to that her defense mechanism would kick in and she could get away, Taekwondo in her favor. Heath being an experienced wrestler and in shape felt he too had a good chance of ... being overwhelmed. From behind a biker surrounded Heath holding his arms to his side. Once caught off guard two others imprisoned him. Always considering himself the tough guy Heath soon realized that wrestling three men was not nearly as easy as one.

As things escalated to Frannie screaming as if losing her own battle, yet expressing deep concern over her would be master, the group of bikers overpowered them both. Leaning toward stealing them away toward the ground level room of some of the bikers Frannie was first to be hauled in and manhandled into the first of two queen size beds. Tied to the bed railings face up Frannie smiled only when Heath couldn’t see her, otherwise she expressed horror just to keep him from knowing her true reaction. Frannie wanted this, not just what Heath was offering. She could easily play the boy, his long-term desire for her would keep him in line once this was all over.

With Frannie bound spread eagle and being kissed on she observed the rough combative actions the other bikers took toward Heath. Hauling him in horizontally his now limp pecker wagging about under the stress Heath found his boundary being at the center of the second queen bed. He himself swarmed by five men to keep him in line as he himself was being bound tight, only face down instead. He snarled yet whimpered like a baby all at once, it was almost comical. Straight faces were hard to come by. Finally, a bandana is taken off and stuffed into his mouth to quiet Heath down.

“That’s it, Baby boy. You relax now you’re in good hands.” The gay kisser attempted to stroke his scalp, “Mine at least.” A tickle to Heath’s scrotum from behind made him fight back to no avail. It was almost as if this was planned, who had bindings ready unless, well, they could all be into bondage. Heath’s thoughts were in survival mode, never expecting anything like this to occur. To his left he heard Frannie squeal and beg, “No please don’t.” then razz them playfully directly after. The bikers chuckled and stripped nude around her and crawled into bed. Seconds later Frannie was being fucked missionary in her eagle’s lair, another man taking her mouth and face fucking her from the side.

Heath tilting his gaze to witness their taking of her pulled at his bindings but failed in any escape. What was worse, seeing guys joining their crew in nudity around Heath. Weight on the mattress felt, Heath fought even harder, as if knowing that the gay side of these biker boys were zeroing in on his ass. Feeling hands on him caressing from two sides he nearly choked on the saliva drenched bandana. They could hear him say, “I’ll kill you bastards.” of course it sounded more like “I’ll fill you asstards.” To them they couldn’t agree more.