Karen And The Black Bikers Gang, Part 1 of 4 - Sex Stories

Karen And The Black Bikers Gang, Part 1 of 4

This is a true story. It took place in February of 2003. Karen was forty-nine at the time. While on a trip to Las Vegas, Karen and I decided to rent a Harley like the one we owned at home. We called the local Harley dealer and secured a new 2003 Harley Ultra-classic. We took a cab to the dealer and picked up the bike for a two day rental. On the first day we did the usual suggested rides to the Dam and the Painted Desert. The next morning, we had breakfast and headed out the highway for parts unknown. After a few hours we decided to stop at a small diner for something to eat. After ordering our food, Karen said that she needed to use the ladies room. I dared her to remove her halter and return with only her vest on. I knew that her vest only had the bottom snap, and that she would have a hard time keeping her large breasts from constantly popping out. Karen had once told me that I should never dare her to do anything I did not really want her to do because she would take the dare. I decided I wanted to see if she really would. I had told Karen that I was going to keep making the dares more risqué until I found something that she would not do. She told me to bring it on, that it would not happen. Karen headed to the rest room. As she did, eight young black bikers walked in and sat at a table near the door to the ladies room. They were all wearing colors. After exiting the ladies room, I could see that Karen had removed her halter top. Her large breasts were almost fully ...

... exposed. As Karen walk past them, she stopped at their table and started a conversation with them. I watched as she bent down to talk to them, and her large breasts popped out of the top of her vest. Their eyes were fixated on her now fully exposed breasts. She stood up quickly and stuffed then back into her vest. Karen returned to our table when our food arrived. I asked her what she discussed with the men and she elaborated on what was said. Karen told me that she had commented on how much she enjoyed the design of their colors. They then told her they were a small club of only nine members. They invited us to join their ride. Karen then told me that she wanted us to ride with their group. She wanted to get a vest with their colors, but did not know how she would do that. Karen had a collection of vests from other clubs we had been members of, or friends had given her, but none from an all-black bike club. I laughed, and told Karen that the only way she was going to get one was to go through the club's initiation; she would have to fuck every club member. She felt that she would probably have to do something like that. She knew that she definitely had their attention. Karen said that she was good with that, and still wanted the vest. If it were to happen, this would be the first time ever that she was gang banged, and her first time with a black man. She reminded me that on our hike, I had told her about one of my fantasies, her being gang banged by a large group of black men. ...