You pull up to one of the roughest toughest biker bars and head through the front doors like you always go
there.
Within minutes men are hound dogging you. Everyone wanting to chat with you and the price for that is a drink.
And they had to be good looking too.
Those old men don't stand a chance and the chubbos aren't going to make headway.
You find half a dozen muscled men to hover around you as you start to feel yourself giggle with a girlish
glee, possibly brought on by the alcohol.
The night was a whirl wind of activity. And you were the center of attention. Dancing, drinking and debauchery punctuated the evenings festivities.
When I woke there was a hairy arm draped over me and a snoring permeated the stark room. This was unusual
because I hadn't remembered any hairy men. But when my eyes began to focus I saw this lump nuzzled up next to
me and it wasn't one of the muscled men.
One of those big fat older men had somehow gone home with me or rather ... this wasn't my home it must be his.
I tried to wiggle out under him but there was no go. By the time I got free he was awake and looking at me.
Where ya going he asked in a deep baritone voice.
I'm going home.
You are home. He said whipping out a paper and showing that they had gotten married the night before.
That will never stand up in court. I was drunk.
I got a dozen men that will swear you were as sober as a judge.
A big meaty arm went out and grabbed me with such agility that I would have never thought possible from the
fatman.
Leave me alone.
The man was strong and pulled me under him where he fed his meat deep into my feminine parts but it felt good.
I had never felt so excited by this. I was being raped by this man and I was enjoying it. Or was I really
wanting this dominance from this burly man.
As he dumped the contents of his overly large nuts deep within me I felt a change within.
Holding me close to him he got up out of bed and carried me to the shower impaled upon his rod. He washed me
and himself and got us dressed.
I tried to let the clerk at the motel desk know that I was being held captive but he was as dim a 10 watt
light bulb.
I tried to hold tightly to his big form as we rode down the road to his next motel and doing my wifely duties
until I could get away. But I really did like it when we coupled. I don't know if it was him, my new
exploration of the female form or what but I was learning to love this man.