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I felt his hot hand on my neck as he pushed my head between my shoulder blades, bending me even further forwards.  
    There was a pause.  
    I looked back out into the room, from underneath my arm, and I could just make out the two figures of the bikers, standing over at the far wall, masturbating, and I could hear the jingle behind me as D freed up his cock from his pants.  
    I gasped as I felt his hot, rough fingers touch roughly against my exposed sex from behind, first slipping into my pussy which had become gooey and wet once more. Then I felt him work my slick fluids up towards my arsehole, slipping a finger into right it for a moment, causing a fresh shudder to run through me and another short gasp to escape my lips.  
    Then there was another pause, before I felt something else touch gently against my pussy lips. It was his hot, swollen cock head.  
    I gasped and whimpered as he slipped the first inch of himself into my tight cunt, stretching me wider than I’d ever been stretched before: this was a completely different experience to James’s pencil dick. I cried out again, my head hanging down between my shoulders, my wet hair dangling in my face, as he forced another thick, hot inch of himself inside me, his middle finger once more returning to my arse, slipping into my tight little bumhole, up to the first knuckle. The two bikers were pumping their dicks hard as they watched the scene, and I whimpered involuntarily as D pulled his cock a little way out, then slammed it right into my sopping cunt, right up to the hilt.  
    I ground myself back against him, and he slipped his finger a little further into my arse, too.  
    Then, he began to fuck me, hard, grabbing me and holding me now with both hands on my waist as he slammed his cock rhythmically into my tight pussy, with each stroke sending a fresh wave of pleasure around my body. His hands moved up to my breasts, tugging at my rock-hard little nips, my small breasts filling his hot rough palms as he took me, hard and fast, from behind.  
    Over by the far wall, I heard a low grunt, and looked over just in time to see Spider shoot a thick white rope of cum. It spurted in great jets from his swollen cock head, spattering in an arc onto the dirty wooden floorboards in front of him. The second biker came shortly afterwards, too, yelping ferociously as his own thin dick sent forth six big squirts of cum.  
    I could feel my own orgasm building and I focussed on it completely, grinding my ass eagerly back into D as he continued to slam his big thick cock into me. I reached between my legs and touched my fingers to my clit, which felt so swollen and hard, it surprised me a little. It was standing right out from my body, rock hard and engorged with blood, and I worked it with my fingers until I came, my pussy clamping and spasming around D’s thick tool, my orgasm causing a fresh wave of trembles around my tender young body. I whimpered and gasped as I came, and maybe it was this that caused D to come too, gripping my hips and thrusting his cock as far into me as it would go. I savored the feeling of it swelling and spurting its hot cum deep into my pussy.  
    Then, he tugged his cock roughly out of me and quickly buckled his pants, leaving me still bent over and panting, my arse thrust out towards the room, my hands still placed firmly against the dusty wooden wall.  
    “Okay, show’s over. Get the fuck out of here,” I heard D say to the bikers behind me in the same icy tone as before, and with grunts and mumbles, the two burly men shuffled out of the room, leaving us once more alone.  

Chapter Eight

    “I’m sorry about that,” D said, once we were alone, unable to quite meet my gaze.  
    “Don’t worry,” I said, softly. “I understood what was going on.”
    “You did?” he said, a little surprised, his eyes flicking up to meet mine and his dark brow knitting.  
    “Sure,” I said, my voice still breathless. “You had to be a bad-ass in front of