Rendezvous of Desires

Angie walked into the bar around eight o'clock on Friday night, her stomach absolutely a flutter with butterflies. It was a seed, dark biker bar, and she was rather out of place. She used to hang out in such places in her wilder days, but she had calmed down some in recent years. Relatively - most people would probably think she was still pretty wild. And she was here now to rekindle that wildness. This was huge step for her, and along with her nervousness, she was totally hot with excitement.

Though forty, Angie did not look it, and certainly didn't act it. She was a couple inches over five feet tall, her cute face framed by her blondish hair. Her blue eyes scanned the room, watching as the bikers and thugs who seemed to frequent this place all turned and looked at her. The bartender was a large guy, maybe fifty, with thinning grew hair. He stood well over six feet and had a thick gut, though it was obvious he could act as bouncer if the need be. Angie was surprised to see a dog in here: a huge German Shepard. The animal lay in front of the bar, his chain wrapped around the metal footrest. The dog regarded the door without interest; he seemed content to just lie there and stare.

There were only a few other women: the waitress, early twenties, and two older ladies, or at least they looked older a little older than Angie. The women were dressed in jeans and ratty t-shirts, and the waitress in a tight denim skirt and light blue blouse that was unbuttoned to show her cleavage. Angie, by far, was the slut of the group, wearing a tight white tank top and a very short black shirt - so short that if she bent over, the hem would raise up high enough to expose her entire ass. And anyone looking would get an eyeful - she wasn't wearing any underwear at all, not panties, not a bra. Her hard nipples were already poking through her shirt - she was sure they were obvious to everyone.

Though a little embarrassed to be dressed so provocatively in such a rough crowd, and having everyone openly staring at her like this, she held herself high and walked to one of the tables and sat down. It was a small round table, high off the ground and no skirting or table cloth. She sat on a bar stool, facing the room, sure that she was flashing anyone who took a peek. Judging from the stares, there were a few.

She scanned the crowd, studying each of the men in turn. Angie was looking for someone, but she had never seen his face. She knew he was young - twenty-five - heavy, broad, strong, with dark hair, and just under six feet tall. Unfortunately, of the fifteen men, that described a few of them in this place, and she had no way of telling if any of them were whom she sought. Their gazes gave nothing away, no sense of recognition - he knew what she looked like and knew what she would be wearing for this encounter. Maybe he wasn't even here yet.

The waitress came up to her, and Angie ordered a beer for her wait. Most of the patrons had gone back to talking or playing pool, but she noticed, as she sipped her drink, that most of the men were stealing quick glances at her direction, and most eyes were not going to her face, but at her legs. She blushed a little, now sure that she was flashing her bare pussy to most of the bar, but that knowledge excited her even more. This is what he had told her to do, so she did it, and she liked it.

She had been waiting for nearly half an hour, and the only a couple of men had shown up in that time, bikers by the look of them, but they were too old to be him. She watched as they joined a group of men playing pool; the ones playing nodded in Angie's direction, and the new comers immediately looked over at her, their gaze sliding down her body from her face to her thighs, and there their eyes stopped and grew wide.

Angie started in on her third beer, wondering if she had been stood up, and surprised that no one in the bar had approached her. The waitress approached her, which Angie thought was odd since she was not sporting an empty mug. The waitress smiled a bit, seeming embarrassed. She was a cute little thing - petite girl, but nice display of cleavage, and a sweet demeanor.

"Um," she started, fidgeting a bit, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks. "One of the guys over there," she nodded vaguely in the direction of some of the guys, "says that he can see your cunt." When she said that, her face turned fully red and she looked down at her feet.

Angie was shocked and embarrassed, both at her own predicament, and for the waitress too. She couldn't believe this girl had just said that. Angie would have expected her to edit herself.

The waitress continued before Angie could reply. Her blush grew deeper with every word. "He wanted to know if you would play with it, too." After saying that, the waitress, bright red from chest to hairline, rushed off behind the bar.

Angie looked over at the indicated group. One of them met her eyes and nodded at her. She guessed he was the one who had made the request. She held his gave and smiles, letting one hand drift down below the table and between her thighs. She stroked her freshly shaven slit, loving the soft, smoothness of her slicked up flesh. She was wetter than she had expected, and as soon as her fingers flicked across her clit, a small shudder rippled through her body. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, which only made her look more erotic.

The show went on for nearly ten minutes, that that one man never stopped openly watching her. Some of the others tried their best to not be obvious as their eyes gravitated towards her lewd display. They would look away when they realized they were staring, but they couldn't help but turn back soon after. It wasn't enough attention to get her off, but they exhibitionistic display turned her on immensely, and her little caress only got her hotter and wetter by the moment. She could smell her excitement, and that was an incredible high.

The waitress returned, blushing again, bringing Angie a fourth beer - she had drained the third while playing with her clit. Angie didn't stop touching herself even when the waitress was so close - the girl knew what Angie was doing, after all. By now, everyone in the place did. "Um, he wanted you to meet him in the bathroom."

Angie looked back up to where he had been sitting, but he was gone now. Angie grinned and thanked the waitress. She stood, smoothed out her skirt, and headed for the restrooms. She strolled right past the ladies' room and entered the men's room. It was a small, foul little room. It smelled of mold and thick, wet air; the lingering shit scent faded in and out of detectibility. There was one urinal and one stall, the door hanging nearly off the hinges. The tiles were dirty and cracked, the grout between them staled black and green. This was one of the worst restrooms she had seen.

He was standing at the sink and regarded her reflection in the cracked mirror. "That was quite the show," he said, turning towards her. His cock was out and jutting towards her, solid as steel. "Now get over here."

Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she could barely breathe. She rushed to him, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it gently. She had been hot before, but now she was so turned on she could barely stay standing. This moment had been a long time in coming, and now that she was here, it was far more exciting than any fantasy that had played through her mind.

His name was Dorian, or at least, that was the name he had given her. Whether it was his first name or last or even fake, she did not know. She didn't care, either; names did not matter. They had been emailing on-line for a while, speaking of kinks and fantasies, doing their best to excite the other with their letters. She had some amazing orgasms reading his messages to her, and the thought of him doing the same to her emails always got her super horny. And now not only were they fulfilling the fantasy of meeting, but so far, he was doing to her all the things his emails had promised. She had no doubt that this was only the beginning.

He grabbed her by the shoulders, and twisted her around, shifting both of them. Angie was leaning over the urinal, her breasts pressing into the top of the dirty porcelain. Her crotch pressed into the little scoop at the bottom, and her legs felt the cold kiss it against her hot skin.

He slipped his cock up inside of her sloppy cunt without a word. He reached around her body, sliding his hand up the front of her shirt. He cupped her breasts in each hand and he pinched her nipples hard between his thumb and index fingers. She cried out in delight, loving how rough he was being. He squeezed as hard as he could, pulling her nipples and twistingly harshly. He was mauling her, hurting her, and she loved it! Angie started to wiggle her ass; she didn't have much room, pressed as tight as she was against the urinal, but she humped her hips as best she could against his pelvis. Quick, shallow strokes, that was the best she could do, and that only got her more frustrated. She was so fucking horny, she needed it hard, and she couldn't get it.

"Please," she hissed. He yanked her nipples hard and she cried out again, her cunt quaking around his pole from the intensity of the pain exploding through her tits. "Please, god, please! Fuck me!" She didn't care who heard her, it didn't matter. She would give the whole bar a show if it got her what she wanted.

Dorian took over fucking her, pulling back and driving his whole body into her, crushing her into the urinal with every thrust. It was exactly what she needed, and Angie screamed her delight. As turned on as she was, it didn't take her long to each bliss; she came hard, quivering against the urinal as she moaned loudly.

He kept fucking her, slamming into her bodily, driving her harder onto the urinal. She was on her tip-toes, needing the extra height to get her legs around the jutting base of the urinal. He was pulling out completely and driving his entire shaft up into her with every stroke. It wasn't long until she was cumming again, her body shaking with pleasure.

He slowed his pace as her second orgasm subsided. Angie became aware that they were not alone in the bathroom. She glanced around to see one man coming out of the stall, his eyes devouring the site appreciatively. The waitress was also there, standing at the sink, her eyes glued on Angie and Dorian. Someone had said something, but Angie hadn't caught it.

Dorian's mouth was at her ear, whispering. "She asked if you could piss. You think you can do that?"

Angie nodded, excited by her audience. The man left the restroom, leaving the threesome alone. The waitress, now feeling a bit freer without the fourth wheel, sat on the edge of the sink counter and hiked up her skirt. She reached into her shirt and started to massage on of her pert, young tits with one hand as she stroked her cunt through her panties with the other.

Angie kept her eyes on the girl. It was damn exciting to have her wanking off as she watched Angie. Even after two orgasms, she was only getting hornier.

After three beers and a hardcore fucking, Angie did have to go, but it seemed Dorian wasn't planning on removing his cock from her pussy. She had never tried to piss with a guy in her before; the idea was incredible appealing.

Angie calmed herself and concentrated. She wasn't in a good position for what she was going, but the urinal bowl was right between her legs, so at least she wasn't making a mess on the floor. It took a few moments of relaxing to coax her piss out, but soon the trickle started, and soon after, she had a real flow spraying out from her piss hole and into the urinal. Some of the drops were splashing back against her legs and hips, and she felt some small streams sliding across her smooth skin and down to Dorian's cock.

The waitress moaned loudly as her hand rubbed her crotch. She freed both of her tits from the cups of her bra, letting them bounce freely before Angie's eyes as she played with each in turn. The waitress's gazed was locked hard on Angie's pissing cunt, and she licked her lips subconsciously as she watched.

Angie loved the feeling of relief coupled with the lewdness of her shameless display and the feeling of a cock buried inside of her through the whole thing. She only wished she had to go more to keep this deliciously erotic scene going. But soon, her piss trickled to an end. She squeezed, fighting to push out those last couple squirts, and her hard squeezes caused both her and Dorian to moan as her cunt clenched tightly around his cock.

"She hasn't cum yet," Dorian noted. "You should take care of that."

Angie nodded, and he stepped back, slowly removing his throbbing dick from her wet box. Angie knelt on the floor in front of the waitress, pulled the girl's panties aside, and lowered her mouth to her cunt. She girl was soaking wet with pussy juice, and Angie lapped hungrily at her sex. She had some experience with women, having been in a few threesomes before, and she adored eating girls out. She licked and sucked on the girl's clit, eliciting grunts and groans from the younger woman.

Angie was looking up at the girl's tits and her face, so she caught the glance the waitress shot Dorian, who was standing behind Angie somewhere, she assumed watching this display. She couldn't see how Dorian responded to the look, but the waitress grinned and closed her eyes, as if concentrating.

A rush of warmth exploded across Angie face and the salty taste of piss filled her mouth. The waitress was pissing on her as she ate her out. The golden liquid poured across Angie's cheeks and down her neck, soaking into her white shirt. The waitress was going nuts, her breath seemed caught in her throat as her body bucked and humped against Angie's mouth. Angie held the girl's hips steady with her hands to keep her from slipping off the counter. She just get licking and sucking, loving the feeling of the piss washing over her body.

Suddenly there was more of it, too. A stream splattered against the back of her head, soaking her air. Dorian was joining the waitress in showering Angie's body, hosing her down. It was a forceful stream, and he directed his flow all over, walking around her to make sure her hair and shirt were completely and totally sopping wet - he noticed her had stripped naked, too, while he was behind her, and her eyes delighted as she glanced over his body.

Dorian aimed his stream at the waitress's crotch, adding his piss to her own that splattered across Angie's face and into her mouth as she ate away at the girl's cunt. His golden shower struck her right on the clit when Angie's tongue wasn't in the way.

Neither of them were done pissing when the waitress came. She was screaming out at the top of her lungs, "Oh shit! Oh shit!" over and over. It was a hard and long cum, and Angie never let up on her slit. The waitress's bladder emptied before her orgasm stopped, but Dorian was still going strong, spraying her cunt with his urine as her breathing calmed through the after glow. The waitress didn't move until he was spent, she just sat there, her legs spread and her back leaning against the wall as he pissed on her, a look of complete contentment and satisfaction of her face.

Angie watched Dorian finish up pissing on the girl. His eyes were on her, and his lust was visible - she could feel it in her body as he looked her over. She was dripping wet, every bit of fabric soaked through; her shirt was transparent and now tinged with a yellow color. Her nipples were clearly visible though her shirt. She was kneeling in a pool of piss.

"You know what I want, don't you?"

Angie smiled and nodded. Still one her knees, she moved over to him so that his cock was right before her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked the head, catching some of the salty flavor of piss on his skin. The waitress was drying her legs and thighs as best she could with taper towels. It seemed that her involvement was finished and she was cleaning up to back to her tables, but her presence would not deter Dorian from getting want he wanted.

He grabbed hold of Angie's hair, pulling her head back to look into her eyes. She trembled beneath him, subject to his strength and desire. "Are you ready for this, you slut? You ready to give me want I want?"

She nodded, allowing herself to be completely dominated by this will. He grinned, the look both vicious and hungry, and he drove her face onto his cock, forcing the whole thing deep into her mouth. He held her there, pushing harder and further, forcing her face into his pelvis and driving his cock deeper inside. She gagged as his thick, throbbing dick tickled the back of her mouth, and he pushed himself even hard into her. She gagged again, and then a third time.

And then she heaved. Her stomach unleashed its contents to ward off the unwelcome invader of her throat; her puke filled her mouth and exploded out from her lips, coating his cock and splattering his thighs and pelvis.

He moaned in joy and clutched her close, letting his cock trigger another wave of vomit to spew from her mouth. "A fuck, yeah. God, that's so hot!" He pulled back, then plowed hard into her mouth, once more gagging her and making her spew up.

Angie loved the feel of his slimy cock in her mouth and the thick coating of puke that coated his skin. He fucked her mouth hard, every thrust making her gag, most of them making her vomit, too. When he pulled out and thrust back in, any that she held in her mouth was forced out, covering her face and facing in thick, splatters onto her wet tits. She had it in her hair, too, from the splashing of it against his body.

She felt so sexy, drenched with piss, her face covered in her vomit, and being used like a total slut in this disgusting bathroom. She was actually disappointed when Dorian groaned came. The first blast shot into her mouth, but he pulled it out and sprayed her gooked up face with his spunk, leaving white blasts across her cheeks and in her hair. He then slid his cock pack into her mouth so she could suck away the last trickles of cum that leaked out as he began to go soft.

"God, that was amazing," he hissed, catching his breath. Their eyes met, and he was smiling happily at her. She couldn't help but return the smile, his cock still between her lips. "Look you. Fuck, you look so fucking hot!"

His cock was half soft, but she felt it stirring back to life in her mouth, getting hard once again. "I could fuck your mouth like that all night."

"You can," Angie replied. The waitress had left sometime during that savage throat-fuck, but Angie was sure she had been in the room when she first vomited on Dorian's cock.

He shook his head. "Not yet. There's more." She was confused, and it showed. "Ha. Don't worry, you're not done yet. You need to go out there. Across the room from the restrooms, there is an exit to an alley around back. You are going to walk through the room, tell everyone out there that you are ready for anyone who wants to get some, and the go out through that exit. Don't worry; I'll be out shortly after you."

Angie was scared again. She had given everyone in the bar a show, and she knew that most of them saw her and the waitress come into the men's room, they probably also heard everything that had gone on in there. She was embarrassed to go out before them, now, as wet and messy as she was now. Not only go out there, but to offer herself to those strangers!

God, she was so horny right now, she could barely get to her feet! Dorian lifted her from the ground, giving her ass a hard slap as he ushered her out the door.

As she expected, all eyes were on her, even the waitress who was delivering drinks to a table - she gave Angie a smile and a wink. There were less people now, only ten men and the bartender and the waitress. The others had left, probably disgusted by the sounds from the bathroom.

She made her announcement while she had everyone's attention. "I'm going out to the alley. Anyone who wants to join me would be welcome." She left it at that, figuring they would understand her meaning. She strolled across the bar, trying to act casual as piss dripped from her body and puke slid down her race, under her shirt, and across her tits and stomach down to her skirt.

She went out the door, and just as Dorian had said, it led to an alley. It was dim, lit by only one over-head light, and that wasn't much. The alley did empty into a street, but it was not a busy road, only the occasion car passing by, and she was all the way in the back of the alley, anyway. She could be seen if looked for, she was sure, but any random passer-by would probably miss her.

But it was doubtful they would miss the crowd. Every one of the ten guys in the building followed her out, all of them cheering and chatting with each other. Angie was amazed.

One of the men, the biggest one of the bunch, grabbed her and ripped her shirt off of her and tore away her skirt, throwing both into the near-by dumpster. He leered at her, staring at her nakedness. "You're some piece, bitch. We was wondering if that fella was gonna share of just keep you to himself."

"Yeah, you filth whore," one of the other guys sneered as he pulled down his pants to reveal his hard cock. "All that screamin' and hollerin' - we were gonna break the fucking door down!"

"And playing with you cunt like that - you slut!"

The men were shouting at her, berating her for her lewdness and her wanton behavior. They were stripping off their pants, and each and every one of them was sporting a hard, angry cock.

The large one holding her spun her and bent her at the waist. He slammed his cock up into her twat, the forceful entry making her cry out. And then her mouth was filled with another cock as one of the guys took advantage of the opening.

"Damn, she's fucking wet! What a slut!"

"Shit, man, she smells worse than that fucking bathroom!" The men all laughed as they crowded around her. Most were slowly wanking to the sight of Angie being fucked in her mouth and cunt; she reached out and took hold of a cock in each hand and pumped them for herself.

The man fucked her mouth hard, like Dorian had done, and was driving his cock deep into her throat. She gagged once, and he shoved again, not caring. And once more she exploded, spewing forth her thick, slimy puke all over his cock and balls.

"Shit!" the guy exclaimed, jumping back. Some of the other guys near by did the same, though the one fucking her hard from behind just laughed. Angie's mouth gaped open, some of her vomit still lingering on her tongue and by her teeth.

"That's disgusting!"

"So that's what the smell was."

"It sounded like that - "

"Shit, look at her!"

"What a fucking slut - "

"She wants it back in her mouth!"

The man stepped back up and shoved his puke coated tool deep into her mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around it and licked and sucked savagely on the shaft. "Aw, god! What a dirty whore! She's sucking me clean!"

"Do it again!"

"Yeah!"

Angie's eager mouth as attacked once more as the biker forced his dick as far back into her mouth as he could, once more hitting her gag reflex and getting her to spew all over him.

"Fuck, that's great!"

"Yeah? I wanna try that!"

"Yeah, I want to gag the cock-sucker, too!"

"Fuck off! I ain't done yet!"

"Shit, this fucking bitching is one hot fuck!"

The guy behind Angie shot his load into her cunt, filling her with his seed. He stepped back, laughing. "Sloppy seconds, anyone?" The next cock was in her cunt in an instant, pounding away like a jackhammer. The man fucking her mouth finished quickly too, but h added his cum to the mess Dorian had started on her face. One of the other gag-enthusiast leapt into her throat and started pounding away until she was gagging and puking on him, too.

Angie was in total bliss, cocks all around her, one in each hand, another forcing its way down her throat, and a fourth invading her slit. She had always dreamt about such a vicious gangbang - none of these guys cared about her or her pleasure. They were fucking a slut, a free whore, and using her to get themselves off. In the back of a dirty alley no less. She was so fucking hot and wet and just filled with more pleasure than she had ever experienced before.

It wasn't long before a cock was spraying her face and tits with spunk while another dumped into her cunny. A third man stepped up behind her. He rubbed his cock head against her cunt, but instead of inserting it there, he began to push the head against her tight asshole.

"Oh no," Angie muttered, her voice hoarse from the near constant vomiting. "Not my ass." It was a meek sound, barely loud enough to be heard above the sounds of traffic and the talking men around her.

One of the bikers slapped her hard across the face, sending cum and puke flying from her face. "If he wants to fuck your ass, darling, he's going to fuck your ass. Right, Chuck?"

The man behind her laughed. "Fuck right. In fact, I think she should beg me to fuck her ass."

"Yeah," the slapper said. "Ask him real nice to fuck you hard up your tight little shitter, girl."

Angie turned her head to look back at Chuck. "Please, sir," she said, hoping that her eyes were pleading enough. "Please, fuck my tight little asshole with your thick, hard cock. Let me have it real hard. Stretch me wide with that monster of yours, please."

Chuck laughed and spanked Angie on the rump then shoved his cock hard against her anus. She grunted in pain on the first shot, his cock not going in her far, not suck little lube. He didn't care, though, and pulled out and let her have it again, then again, finally sinking into her rectum on the fourth plunge. It really did hurt quite a bit, but a high as Angie was on the pleasure of this fuck, it also felt wonderful.

The man who had slapped her took her head between his hands and rammed his cock into her mouth, forcing himself deeper until he got the desired reaction. Angie returned to jacking off any hard cock she could get her hands on. One of the men reached underneath of her and started tugging at her tits with rough, uncaring fingers. Angie felt the pleasure coursing through her body, filling every inch of her flesh with heat and desire. The rougher they were with her, the rougher she wanted them so be. She was awash with ecstasy, her body being used and abused by these men for their pleasure.

They fucked her from some time, passing her around between them. Sometimes they gagged her with their cocks, but after so long, there was little left for her stomach to heave. Some of them took her up her ass, others fuck her pussy. She saw, after a while, that Dorian was standing amongst them, chatting with some of the men, but he did not fuck her along with the rest. He was just watching, a happy smirk on his face. And knowing that he was watching heightened her pleasure and desire.

She didn't know how many times each of them had taken her. She was riding her pleasure high and was aware of little other than a barrage of hard cocks and Dorian's eyes. She had cum so many times, it was all just a blur. She was on her hands and knees on the pavement, her legs having given up on her some time ago. No one was touching her now, and when Angie looked around, she saw all ten men standing in a circle around her.

She was confused until she felt a hot stream of piss splatter across her back. Then another, and another. One by one, each of the men began showering her with their golden spray. Cum and vomit was washed away under the torrent of warm liquid; it felt like a refreshing shower; strength and vigor returned to her worn body under the flow, and her fingers went to work on her worn clit. It was not long lasting, thought, and one by one the liquid streams petered out. She heard a female gasp and figured the waitress had come out to watch the spectacle and play with herself - she had seemed quite into watersport in the bathroom.

She heard so small cheering going on behind her and felt some of the men shifting. She wondered what further abuse they might have in store for her, what further dark pleasures. There as a sudden weight on her back as something mounted her from behind. Something big, and heavy, and furry.

Angie's fingers found the thick dog cock jabbing at her cunt and held guide the German Shepard's member into her pussy. All weariness left her as her adrenaline flowed. Her cunt was hot and oozing in an instant with the realization that she was going to be taken by a dog. It had always been one of her fantasies to have a dog mount her like this, but she hadn't thought it was likely to come true, not any time soon.

His hot cock pounded home, and the dog began to hump her, jerking its hips rapidly and with great strength, much faster than any human had fucked her before. The men were cheering the dog on - it seemed by the comments that most of them had known the dog for some time and had never seen it have such energy before. It was definitely pounding away with the spirit of a young pup in mating season. Angie was moaning in utter bliss, her throat to sore to make any more noise than that.

She felt movement in front of her and opened her eyes. There was a cock at her lips, and with a quick glance, she identified it has Dorian's. He had told her how much he had always wanted to see a woman being mounted and fucked by a dog, and how he would make both of their fantasies come true. He sat down on the pavement before her, his cock jutting up from his groin. She lowered her mouth to it, bobbing and sucking in time with the dog's thrusts.

The dog's cock was swelling inside of her and her pussy stretched to accommodate the incredible girth. The German Shepard continued to slam its cock home, driving the bulge of its knot against her. It push and punched forward, driving the bulge inside of her, where is swelled and stuck. The German Shepard was still humping, but the knot would not come out of her; it rubbed and stroked her clit from inside, and Angie stroked her slit from the outside.

Dorian was the first to cum - he was so pent up from watching Angie getting gangbanged like the dirty slut she was and then being taken by the dog that under the incredible prowess of her mouth, he just could not hold it in any longer. Her grunted and pushed her mouth down his shaft to spew is cum deep down her throat.
Angie came soon after, Dorian's cock still deflating between her lips. She screamed her muffle cries into his dick, the vibrations of the noise feeling quite wonderful on his rod. She was using her fingers to rub clit hard against the knotted dog cock in her cunt - an utterly new, and amazing powerful feeling of flesh rushing through her body.

The dog came last, giving a bark and a little howl as it did so. The men watching the foul show cheered for the animal. Angie could feel the gallons of hot doggy cum spilling into her cunt. There was so much of it, much more than any load she had ever received form a man. And with the knot sealing up her pussy lips, none of it could escape.

She had to stay on the ground under the dog for some time. The knot was too big for them to uncouple right away; though, it was a divine feeling to have her cunt quivering in the afterglow of her orgasms around such a hard, solid bulge inside of her.

The men were gathering up their cloths, getting dressed; they ignored her completely. Most of them thank Dorian for the wonderful time and went back inside; others just left without a word. Angie noticed that the bartender was out there, and that the waitress was sucking him off - his eyes here locked on her stuck under the dog. But they finished up and went back inside too. For a while, Dorian wasn't there with her, leaving her in the alley alone with the dog, which was getting impatient and trying to dismount her.

But when the dog finally pulled itself free - which stung like a bitch for a few minutes because his knot was still bigger than anything Angie had ever taken before - Dorian was there by her side to help her to her feet. He even had the dirty, piss-stained rags she had been wearing in his hands. He took her back into the bar - there were cheers and clapping aplenty, though only about six men or the ten were left there. The waitress was bringing drinks around to the guess, her face red with embarrassment at her lewd behavior this evening.

Dorian took her to the ladies' restroom and helped her clean up as best he could. "I want you to come back to my place," he said very frankly. They had never said anything about what would happen if this first meeting went to both of their likings. "You can't get in a taxi in these anyway. You can take a nice long bath, get really cleaned up and refreshed. Stay the night if you want. There's a lot more fun we can have together. I'm not ready for it to end."

Angie was a little nervous, but she didn't know why. She had just been completely at his mercy and that of ten drunken bikers. But the idea of being alone with him, in his house where no one would know where she was or how to get a hold of her - that was a little scarier. He could do anything to her, anything he wanted with absolutely no restrictions what so ever. He was practically a strange, one who fantasized about hurting and torturing women for his pleasure. She had read his emails to her, read the things he fantasized about. Some of them were horrible, terrible things. Absolutely ghastly. And she would be totally in his power, subject to his every whim and desire.

The thought of it was getting her turned on again. She grinned at him, not wanting this to end yet, either. "Of course I'll come with you."

Dorian smiled at her, then leaned in and kissed her fleetingly. After everything he had done for her already, all done to satisfy her every fantasy, that kiss was someone more special to her than all of it. "I'm glad. I have a surprise ready for you at my place. I would have hated for you not to come back and enjoy it with me."

Angie did not know what he had planned for them, but she knew that, if she could trust him with nothing else, she could trust that he would do everything he could to satisfy her every sexual whim. And she knew that she would do the same for him.