It was Eleanor's turn to play hostess. She had spent most of the
morning in a tizzy, following two steps behind her maid to make sure
everything was just right. Finally, the marble floors were shining
bright, the snacks were placed on the glass tables, and all the
chandeliers were twinkling with light. Eleanor gave the maid a
generous cash bonus and rushed her out the door: "Have fun shopping!"

The doorbell rang and Eleanor clattered over to it in her high heels.
Sandy, the club president, was standing on the doorstep in a
see-through dress of white gauze.

"Do you like?" she asked, posing outside the door. She did a little
twirl which raised the hem of the dress, revealing bare legs and an
equally bare ass.

"Who saw you in that?"

"Just all your nosey neighbors," said Sandy. "And my driver" She
turned toward the curb and waved to her car. Discreetly, the driver
took off. He would pick her up at the end of the day.

"Your driver!" said Eleanor.

"Driver is so nice," Sandy purred. "I sat in the back seat and played
with my pussy the whole time... He was watching me in the mirror. I
think he liked."

"Hello ladies!" The women saw Sophia prancing up the walk. She was a
dark-haired beauty with full breasts bouncing under a thin cotton
t-shirt.

"Hello bitch," said Sandy. 

"Mistress," murmured Sophia. She kneeled down on the doorstep and
kissed Sandy's feet.

It was just a little game they liked to play, ever since Sophia had
been late with the club dues and had to endure a day of punishment.
She took to it so well that Sandy decided to make Sophia her bitch.

"Come inside," said Eleanor nervously. She thought she saw a curtain
twitch across the street. Her husband knew nothing about the club and
she intended to keep him in the dark.  You don't throw away twenty
years of marriage to a millionaire for some kicks; but, on the other
hand, a girl does have to get a thrill now and then.

Inside, Sandy took a seat in an upholstered chair and ordered Sophia
to strip and kneel at her feet. In an instant, Sophia was naked, knees
on the cold marble floor. Sandy tugged on Sophia's long hair and
positioned the girl between her legs.

"Suck," she commanded.

Obediently, Sophia licked Sandy's dripping cunt, her tongue busily
working over the soft lips and inside the wet, pulsing hole.

Eleanor brought Sandy a martini. 

"Anything for your slave?" she asked.

"No, she's busy," said Sandy, keeping a hand on Sophia's head, holding
the girl against her. She could hear Sophia struggling for breath, so
she let her up for just a second, and then pushed her face back into
pussy-licking position.

Gradually, the other members arrived in pairs or alone. They were
well-groomed women in expensive designer clothes. Women of leisure,
bored, lustful and desperately needing release.

By the time all the women had gathered in Eleanor's home, they could
hardly wait to find out the day's agenda. Beryl had brought a little
present for Sandy, their club president. It was a diamond-studded dog
collar for Sophia to wear, with a leather leash attached.
 
Sandy had Sophia kneel in the middle of the room while Beryl put the
collar on her. They took turns practicing walking her around. Sophia
complained that her knees were getting sore, so Eleanor ran to one of
her son's bedrooms and brought out soccer kneepads. With these on,
Sophia had nothing to complain about. In fact, she was treated rather
well, for a pet. The ladies all gave her bites of their food and even
some wine to drink.
 
After a while, Sandy called the meeting to order. She quickly ran down
the financial report -- basically, as they were all filthy rich, the
club was floating on money. Still, it was kind of fun to enforce a
strict regimen of payments, along with penalties for ones missed. But
no one was late this month. Sandy frowned a bit. She had been
hoping... Oh well, maybe next time.

Fun-loving Beryl Schuller was in charge of planning the entertainment
this month. Beryl was a plump, happy girl in her early thirties. She
had a perpetual smile on her face, as if she was always fantasizing
about sex. Well, pretty much, she was. She wasn't too bright, not to
put too fine a point on it, but she had had no trouble snagging a rich
husband. Her luscious 38D boobs and shapely ass didn't hurt matters.
Beryl was a redhead this month (she changed hair colors more often
than she changed underwear) and feeling a bit wild.
 
"Our field trip today," she announced. "Is to a little encampment east
of town... A place where wild things run free. A little biker rally
known for exciting activities of all kinds...Girls, have you ever been
fucked on a Harley?"
 
"Not for a while," drawled Sandy.
 
"I brought along some leather for us to dress in," said Beryl. She
pulled out a shopping bag filled with leather bras and vests,
miniskirts, even thongs. "We'll have more fun if we fit in."
 
"What about piercings and tattoos?" asked one of women.
 
"You can get them there!" said Beryl. "They have shops set up. In
fact, I think if you show them your boobs, you can get a free tattoo."
 
"Or at least a beer," said Heather, laughing knowingly.


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   Joe had been coming to these Harley rallies for years. He always
had a good time -- his bike was much admired, as were his tattoos. The
women were drunk and easy and beer flowed like water. Who could ask
for anything else?
 
But the truth is, it just wasn't turning his crank this time around.
The girls all looked worn and rugged, like the biker whores they were.
He fucked a few of them last night just for the hell of it, but the
thrill wasn't there. Now in the broad daylight, along the dirt road
lined with a few bars, the bitches were walking around topless,
showing off their saggy tits -- as if anyone gave a rats ass. A few of
the gals had nice, tight asses packed in their chaps, but all in all,
it was a parade of the rough and all-too-ready.
 
But Joe and his compadres took a second look when a shining Bentley
came around the bend. The door opened and ten or so women spilled out.
Even though they wore leather chaps and vests, it was clear as
daylight that they weren't biker chicks. They had well-coiffed hair
and delicate skin, happy smiles and bright eyes.

"Fresh meat," muttered one of the men.

Joe felt himself going hard. This was like finding gold in a mud
puddle.

The women spotted Joe and his buddies and started strutting over to
the men. They had already had some drinks, he could tell, but weren't
nearly as sloshed as most of the wasted fucks around here.

A skinny, blonde chick with short hair and perky tits came right over
to him. He could smell her expensive perfume.

"Hey, tough guy," she said. "Is your dick as rock hard as your brain?"

"Who wants to know?" said Joe. He decided he would play it cool, even
while the bitch taunted him.

"My name's Sandy," she said. 

"Let's see your tits, Sandy," yelled out one of the guys.
 
Sandy eagerly took off her leather vest and showed the boys what she
had. She stood there in boots and chaps. The chaps covered her thighs
but left her ass and pussy out in the open.

Hailey and Kristi, not to be outdone, took off their t-shirts and
joined Sandy. They had more to show than she did anyway. Hailey had on
a leather thong and Kristi wore a mini skirt.

"Girls, let's go inside," said one of the guys. He motioned to the bar
and pool hall behind them.

The women followed them in, assaulted by the stench of stale beer,
cigarettes, and piss. It was your basic biker bar. Dark, dank and
ugly. A couple of pool tables with torn felt, a tired barkeep, some
rickety chairs and small tables.

"Damn, I like your hair," said Bill. He was a tall, skinny biker with
a handlebar mustache. He had come up behind Sophia and was running his
hands through her long dark hair.

Sophia still had on her collar, though Sandy had removed the leash.
She wore a miniskirt and leather bra. Bill unhooked the bra and led
her over to one of the pool tables. He didn't know why she offered no
resistance -- he had no way of knowing that Sandy had commanded her to
obey and serve any man who encountered her today -- but he wasn't
complaining. He bent Sophia over the edge of the pool table, pressing
her tits against the felt. His hands moved between her legs, feeling
the warm juice flowing from her pussy. She was turned on. He put a
finger up her pussy and got it nice and wet. Then he spread her butt
cheeks and put his finger into her ass.
 
"I'm gonna get your ass ready," he whispered in her ear. "Then I'm
gonna ass-fuck you till you scream."

Sophia sighed happily. After the events of last month, when she had
been ass fucked repeatedly, she had found herself longing to be used
that way again.

Over by the bar, Joe was having a contest between Sandy, Hailey and
Kristi. With the three women on their knees, he was testing their
skills at cock-sucking. He had a long ten inch pole, so the goal was
to take it all inside. So far, only Hailey had succeeded, but the two
other bitches sure gave it the old college try.

Hailey's reward was to be lifted up onto a table, her legs spread
apart. Joe fucked her pussy until she was coming, then pulled out and
grabbed her by the hair. He stuffed his cock in her mouth and shot his
cum deep into her throat.

Meanwhile, at the pool table, Sophia was getting ass fucked like there
was no tomorrow. Bill was working her ass good and she was begging for
him to do it some more. He had never had a woman want it that bad that
way. Finally, with a load groan, he shot his load up her ass.

"Thank you," whispered Sophia.

Sandy saw what was going on and came over. She took the leash out of
her purse and attached it to Sophia's collar.

"On your knees, bitch," she said.

Sophia obediently climbed down from the pool table and knelt behind
Sandy. On the leash, she followed her mistress, right into the filthy
men's room in the back. Inside, Sandy quickly tied Sophia's leash
around the pipes and left Sophia on her knees on the filthy floor.

"Your job here is to lick their asses clean, you understand?" she
said.

A crowd of men had gathered around to watch.

"Yes mistress," said Sophia. 

"I want to see your tongue deep inside every filthy asshole in this
place," said Sandy. Then she moved away and let the men have a go at
Sophia.

An old gray-haired biker eagerly pulled down his jeans and presented
his rear to Sophia, holding his buttocks apart with his hands. Trying
not to gag from the smell, she leaned forward and began working her
delicate tongue inside him. The biker stroked his cock happily, urging
the girl on. When he was good and hard, he turned around and shoved
his cock in her face, rapidly fucking her mouth. He pulled out just in
time to shoot a stream of cum all over her face and bare tits.

Remembering her training, Sophia licked his cock off and thanked him.
Then she began to service the next man in line, diligently working her
tongue around and inside his asshole.

Pleased with the scene, Sandy turned around and left the bathroom. Her
slave would be well-used, and now it was her turn to have some
fun...with a handsome young biker lad she had noticed at a back table.

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