I had a weekend befitting of a taboo phone sex whore. I partied with bikers all weekend. I never checked in with my husband or my sons. I went to this biker bar to find some coke. This club makes Hells Angels look like pussy cats. I knew I was dancing with devil going down to that scuzzy bar, but I wanted coke. Before anyone would share, I had to entertain them. I knew that meant pain. Lots of pain for me because I could not get high first. I started with a nervous striptease on the bar. I regretted being there the moment I walked in. But once I was there, I had to just survive it. The bikers were throwing jizz on me as I awkwardly danced. It was like they were monkeys in a cage. I wished they were in a cage because then I could get away. I slipped on the bar, fell on to the floor. I banged myself up and they laughed. They also took advantage of the situation. As I was trying to get back up, one of the bikers kicked me in the ribs. I fell back down and that is when I felt a fist in my ass. No lube or warning. Just a big hairy arm up my ass. It was deeper in me than an ass rape porn star could handle. I gritted my teeth because even for a pain slut, I felt this. The bikers took turns on me. Fists and cocks in my holes until they had all cum several times. I was a hot mess. My asshole was gaped open and cum was pouring out on the bar floor. They could have killed me, but they didn’t. They gave me a decent sized bag of coke and let me go home. I got out lucky, I know.
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