Cindy and Alexandra's Biker Gangbang - Sex Stories

Cindy and Alexandra's Biker Gangbang

That Friday night when I got home from work, I wasn't expecting anything. Alexandra and I had no plans but I wished we did. Almost immediately after our first performance together at the gangbang bukkake club, Alex and I started living together at her beach house in Malibu. We had formed a deep bond as both friends and lovers. We were regularly invited back to the club, together or one at a time. We were favorites, with lots of fans. I had discovered that gangbanging is an addictive way of life. Once you get into it, there is no alternative. At that point it had been about three weeks since my last time at the club. I have to tell you, I was horny for it. Alex too. While I enjoyed many types of sex in addition to gangbang or bukkake, those were the special treats that lit me up. Nothing surpassed the kind of excitement and powerful, multiple orgasms I got from gangs of men using me for their pleasure. When Alex and I did it together with a rowdy crowd of guys, that was the absolute best. That's what we wanted, what we were preoccupied with, that Friday night. Alex had an idea. "Let us go to Poseidon's. We will find real men there, any time." Her European accent made everything sound more exciting. I liked her suggestion. Poseidon's was a hangout on Pacific Coast Highway, north of Malibu a half-hour or so from our beach house. The bar and grill attracted a lot of serious bikers who populated the place at night, especially during late hours. They were always up for a party. ...

... "Ready when you are," was all I needed to say. We decided to leave home a little after eleven. That would get us there before twelve, probably the peak hour. I enjoyed dressing with Alex as we selected our outfits. We never matched. All her clothes were more sophisticated than mine. She was extraordinarily sexual without being slutty at all. I had my own approach; slutty was a good description. "What do you think?" I asked her, twirling around. I was wearing very short shorts with a cut off tank top and high heels. A pair of tiny panties were underneath but no bra. I always got a good reaction when I wore that combo. Alex laughed, "The men will understand your message." She chose one of her long, flowing gowns that covered her with beautiful fabric while revealing enough leg and cleavage to tantalize. I wished I had her knack for fashion, her poise, her moves. After eleven, as planned, we drove Alex's BMW up PCH parallel to the Malibu beaches, chattering between us, enjoying the anticipation. When we arrived at neon-lit Poseidon's, she pulled in among the many dramatic motorcycles. They were lined up in front and to the side of the ramshackle building but she found a space. There appeared to be a hundred or more of the bikes, hinting that as many men were inside. The moment we walked into Poseidon's I wondered, "Was this a mistake?" The place was very casual with sawdust on wood plank floors, picnic table furnishings, and indifferent decorations. Country music on the sound ...