Adventures of Dirk: An Oceanside Bikers Gathering - Part 2

The House Mouse Shags Dirk.

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Dirk travels to an MC biker party and scores well.

His suspicions about how the evening was going to go were confirmed when Amy
slid her hand down his stomach to his crotch, massaging the lump of his cock
firmly and then gripping it in her hand. She squeezed gently, but firmly, and
both of them, could feel Dirk's cock, began to respond.

I can't wait to give you a blowjob, she said into his ear.

You keep that up and I'm gonna have to pull over and fuck you right here,
he shouted over his shoulder at her, and he heard her laugh.

As much as I'd like that, I think we should wait until we get to my house.
It's not much further now. she called out into his ear. She gave his hardening
cock one final squeeze before removing her hand, hugging tight against his back
again.

Turn right at the next street, she said a few minutes later. Dirk saw the
sign for Vincent Lane and slowed, then made the right turn onto the street
before accelerating again. It was a nice neighborhood, and he was sure that the
loud pipes on his bike were going to make everyone take notice. But he was used
to that and didn't let it bother him. A moment later Amy tapped him on the
shoulder and then pointed to a house on the right as she spoke.

That's where the dominatrix lives, she said, and Dirk turned his head to
look.

The what? he said in surprise.

The dominatrix, Amy replied. She's a tall, leggy blonde with huge tits,
and guys pay her to have her tie them up and do things to them. The cops have
been trying to bust her for years, but have never been able to prove anything,
so now they pretty much just leave her alone.

Dirk looked at the house as they rode past it. He didn't see anything
special about the house at 94, Vincent Lane, although he wasn't sure what he
was expecting to see. There was a car in the driveway, but other than that
there was nothing, it was just another house in an upper-middle-class
neighborhood.

My house is the second on the right in the next block, Amy said, and a few
moments later he was pulling up into her driveway. He stopped the bike and held
it steady as Amy got off, then shut off the engine, put the kickstand down, and
got off.

Don't worry about your bike, Dirk, it'll be fine out here in the driveway,
Amy said. This is a nice neighborhood, and besides, everyone knows I'm
associated with the MC so they treat me pretty good. One of the benefits of
being in an MC, Dirk said, following her up the sidewalk to her front door. She
opened the door and stepped inside, with Dirk following. She closed the door behind
him as he stepped into the living room, he noticed that the house was very well
furnished, with the decor being obviously feminine.

Very nice, he said, standing in the center of the room and looking around.

Thank you, sir! Amy replied, smiling at him. Would you like a beer? she
asked, and Dirk nodded as he replied.

Do you have anything harder? he asked.

Is bourbon okay? she replied.

Absolutely, Dirk said.

Bulight, Knob Creek, or Blantons, she said, naming three very popular and
very expensive bourbons, the last of which could run anywhere from $250 to $750
per bottle, depending upon which style you bought.

Blantons, please, straight up, he said.

Coming right up! Have a seat on the couch while I get it for you, she
said, motioning to the couch and then turning to walk out of the room towards
what he suspected was the kitchen. She slipped the jeans jacket off and tossed
it onto the back of one of the chairs as she went past, and Dirk saw that the
shirt she was wearing beneath the jacket was sleeveless. He also didn't see any
bra lines, so he was pretty sure she was braless as well. He turned and walked
over to the couch, sitting down in the middle of it and relaxing until Amy came
back.

She returned a minute or so later, a shot glass in one hand and a whiskey
glass in the other. Both had bourbon in them, but the whiskey glass also had
ice in it. As she walked towards him, it was clearly evident that he was right
about her not wearing a bra. Her breasts were full and firm, much bigger than
average, and sat high on her chest, with very little sag. Her nipples were big
and obviously hard, poking against the material of her shirt. Dirk was
mesmerized at the way her breasts bounced as she crossed the room, she saw
where his eyes were and grinned in response as she walked over to him and
stopped next to his outstretched legs.

I prefer my bourbon on the rocks, she said, holding out the shot glass to
him. He took the glass from her, and as soon as he did she immediately threw
one leg over him and sat down on his lap, facing him. She slid up onto his lap
as far as she could go, her knees pressing into the back of the couch on either
side of his him, her mouth resting firmly on his crotch.

A toast, she said, holding the glass in front of her. To good friends,
good whiskey, and good sex, she said, grinning at him.

I'll drink to that. Dirk replied, clinking his glass to hers. They both
took a sip of their drinks, with Amy never taking her eyes off of his as she
did. This is going to be such fun, she said, her voice soft and sultry as she
looked into his eyes.

I'm going to make you cum, so hard. How many times can you cum in one
night, Dirk? she asked, taking another sip from her drink.

My personal best is three, he replied, taking another sip from his drink
as well. But then again, we got a late start, so we were kinda pressed for
time.

Think you can beat that personal best tonight? Amy asked, smiling at him.
She ground her pussy against his crotch slowly as she spoke, her smile turning
up on one end in a devilish way.

Depends on how motivated I am, he replied, returning her smile.

Well, let's see what I can do to motivate you, shall we, she said, leaning
over and putting her drink on the small table next to the couch, pushing her
big breasts into his chest as she did so. She kept them there as she sat up,
pausing nose to nose with Dirk for just a moment before taking his face in her
hands and kissing him. Her lips were warm and soft, and the kiss quickly
deepened into something hot and erotic when she slipped her live tongue into
his mouth to find his.

Dirk was a little surprised at how aggressive Amy was, but he was by no
means disappointed. He liked aggressive women, and Amy was quickly showing him
just how aggressive she was by grinding her mound heart against his hardening
cock. Amy slid her arms around his neck and held him close, pushing her big,
firm breasts against his chest as she ground her pussy against him, their
tongues dancing and her breath coming quicker now. Dirk put his arms around her
in response, pulling her closer to him. The kiss lasted for a good two minutes,
and by the time it was over Dirk's cock was nearly completely hard. Amy looked
at him and smiled, her arms still around his neck as she spoke.

Sounds like you've got a pretty nice-sized cock down there waiting for me,
Dirk? she said, teasing him.

Why don't you see for yourself? he asked, returning her smile.

That's not a bad idea. Amy replied. She took her arms from around his neck
and slid back along the top of his thighs until she was almost sitting on his
knees. She reached down and unfastened his jeans, he never wore a belt, pulling
the zipper down and then opening the fly completely. She let out a yelp of
surprise, looking up at him with a grin on her face at the discovery that he
wasn't wearing underwear.

You're going commando, she said, happily.

Dirk smiled and nodded as he replied. I hardly ever wear underwear, but I
made it a point not to wear them tonight because I had a feeling I was gonna
get laid tonight, and they'd just be in the way, he replied, making Amy
giggle.

Your feeling was correct, because you most certainly are going to get laid
tonight, she said, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around his shaft,
pulling it free from the jeans. But before that, you're gonna get your dick
sucked by one of the most talented cock suckers you've ever met, she said.

That would be you, I assume? he replied, playing with her.

Damned right it is, she said, playing right back at him. Now let's get
these jeans out of the way so I can get down to business, shall we? she said,
getting up from where she sat. She turned around facing away from him and
grabbed one of his feet, lifting it up and then pulling his motorcycle boot off
by the heel, tossing it aside.

It was obvious that she'd done this before, and she had both of his boots
off in seconds. Then she turned around and grabbed his