My name's Tasha. Or at least, that used to be my name. Now, that name doesn't get thrown around so often. Around here, I have a different name now.
I'm Dagger's right hand girl. I want to tell you about a few months ago, and how this all came to happen.
I was a journalist for our town's small local newspaper. I had always had a far off, blurry dream to become a journalist. At least, I had never really questioned that. A lot of people when they're young, have dreams of being ballet dancers or supermodels, but I never really had that in mind. I had been a ballet dancer as a younger girl, and some people had remarked that I could be a model. I had soft, firm legs, and an ass that could kill, but throwing these around just to earn a buck didn’t appeal to me. My body was reserved for my little fingers, or someone who was man enough to show me a wild time.
I had graduated high school with good grades, and was taken up by our local newspaper with no problem. I had initially started by writing short pieces on elderly women and town planning, but that really bored the life out of me. I wanted to get in on the juicy stuff: Corruption, lies, cheating, scandal. That was where the real news was, and I would never be able to move my way up if I couldn't show the bosses that I was the right girl for the job. So I decided to take journalistic matters in my own hands.
For a long time, our town had been inhabited by warring biker gangs. The gang that lived close to me was called Hell’s Chariots and they were notoriously dangerous. To the point where my local bar - the Sail and Anchor - had been completely removed of any public presence, and left as a local hangout for Hell’s Chariots. There had been a recent spate of turf wars between the two gangs and blood had been spilled. I built up the courage to head down to the Sail & Anchor to try and get my story. But what I ended up getting was much more than I bargained for...
The Sail & Anchor was grim and dimly lit. I creaked in through the door and found that upon my entrance, the entire group of surly drunken men who were there, stopped to look at me. I took a brief glance around the room, being careful not to look in the eyes of too many people, and I realized that I was likely the only girl there.
I sat on one of the old wooden tables. The table was sturdy and the chair was comfortable, supporting me fully. I realized that I was completely out of my depth. I was only 19 and here I was, in the most dangerous bar in town, hoping dim-wittedly to get 'that big story'. I had forgotten that this was a place with real dangers and real consequences. I was getting about ready to stand up to leave, but before I could, a tall, thick man came and stood at the table, looking at me.
The man was tall and handsome. He would have stood at 6"3, and was much wider than I was. His chest was thick and strapping and he stood up straight with a confidence that exudes only from people who have hard proof that they aren't to be messed with.
"Good afternoon little lady, do you mind if I join you?"
I gulped. Looking at the large figure, it was becoming more and more evident who this was. Streaks of tattoos signatured his skin, and on his hands, ‘Hell’s Chariots’ was printed. This was Dagger, I was sure of it. Dagger was the gang’s leader, and he was known in these parts for his absolute ruthlessness when it came to getting what he wanted.
"Oh, I was just heading off." I blurted.
"Oh, wouldn't you stay a while? I don't mean to frighten you off."
His large body moved around the table, blocking off the entrance to the doorway. It was quite clear that I would never get out of here without talking to him first. "Sure." I said.
"You are most kind." Dagger replied, as he sat down at the table, opposite me. He carelessly fingered the cracks and scratches in the wood, playing with the splinters that sharded off.
"Around here, they call me Dagger. What's your name little lady?"
"My name is Tasha." I said.
"Tasha, that's a cute name. Such a cute name for a cute thing like yourself. Can I tell you something though Tasha, you aren't ever going to get anywhere with a name like that."
"What do you mean?"
"No one could take you seriously with a name like that. Can you imagine if my name was Eric? Do you think I’d be where I am today?"
"You probably wouldn't, no." I said.
Dagger's eyes moved to my body. I was wearing a tight-fitted dress shirt and a pencil skirt that pulled and tugged at my waist. Sitting at the table, my breasts pressed at my shirt, and it became the object of Dagger's gaze.
"You're a beautiful girl, Tasha."
"Th..thanks."
"Let me ask you something. Do people ever hound you just because you’re beautiful?"
I conceded to him. I'm not sure why I did, but I felt like I had nothing to lose. "Sometimes, yeah, they do."
"I know how it feels to be hounded Tasha. I was the tallest in my class ever since I was a kid. I was bullied to no end. But people like you and me, we only get stronger from things like that. And look, I turned out okay didn't I?"
"You did." I wasn't sure if I believed that being the head of a biker gang was the strict definition of 'turning out okay', but I went along with him.
"And you Tasha, would you say you've turned out okay?"
"I'm happy with myself, yes."
"That wasn't my question Tasha. Do you think you're happy?"
"...I don't know." I confessed.
"Well, if you don't mind me saying Tasha. You should stop worrying so much about what people try to instill into you about what is normal. You are a beautiful woman Tasha, and you don't need to give credence to other people's ogling and insecurities."
Dagger was becoming more and more interesting, and I knew that if I wanted a story, I'd need to keep going with this. But he pre-empted me.
"You're Tasha Sinclair, is that right? You're a journalist?"
"How...how did you know that?"
"What... you don't think a biker boss like me reads the paper? I've got to make sure of it. I've seen your photo. Mind you, I haven't read too many of your articles. If I’m completely honest with you, they are a bit... beige for my tastes."
"Well, I unfortunately agree with you Dagger. But that's just the way these things go. You've got to climb up from somewhere."
"And this is your attempt to climb up?" Dagger asked.
I mustered up my strength to talk with him. "...I was hoping to get a story about the recent gang violence downtown."
Dagger stood there, rubbing his fingers into the wood. He was perched casually in the chair, like a ruling king, confined to his castle. "We can talk about it, sure. But I’d like you to come for a ride with me first."
I got nervous. My emotions warred with each other. On one hand, I knew this was about the most dangerous thing I could ever do. On the other hand, I knew that my career would never get another chance like this, and if I didn't take it, it would grind to a dull stop much too soon.
"Sure. Let's do it."
***
Eyes peeled and dashed on Dagger and I as we exited the bar. I was helped onto the back of his deluxe chopper, which was being guarded by two extremely large men, presumably Dagger's bodyguards.
Dagger drove with a furious pace and wanton care for the law. But I didn't at any point feel like he was out of control. He drove with such precision, that let me know that he had been doing this his entire life. I held tightly onto his muscled back as he carried me through the streets of our town, passed schoolyards and community centers, until we hummed amongst its outskirts. I nestled my head down on his back to shield myself from the icy wind, and when I had opened my eyes, I realized that we were several miles out of town, amongst the woodland.
“Where are we going?” I asked Dagger.
“You’ll see.” He replied.
Twenty minutes later, we were completely submerged in forestry. The highway had tapered off onto a small country road, and that country road had become a dusty turn-off, which in turn had become a winding gravel path. As the grunting bike came to a halt, I looked up to see where we were. It was Dagger’s house, and I was immediately taken back by how beautiful it was. There were large expanses of paddocks and a very old colonial wooden house. This mustn’t have been his hideout. I suspected this was his house when he was growing up, and he had maintained it for all this time, escaping to it whenever he could.
We entered the house and Dagger showed me through its small and quaint rooms. This was a completely different side to Dagger, one I was certainly not expecting to see. But it was welcomed, and my initial fear and panic about our expedition was subsiding.
We came to the master bedroom, and he sat at the foot of the bed. He pulled up a chair and invited me to sit down.
“Well, you wanted your story, here it is. Ask whatever you want.”
“Dagger,” I asked. “Why did you take me here?”
“I wanted to show you the different side of me Tasha. I wanted to show you that there are two sides to every coin. That’s something you must know about. I know you know what it feels like to have people judging you prematurely, before you’ve even met them. It’s not something I try to do, I don’t think it helps anything.”
There was a much more tender side to Dagger than I had known. This was a bigger story than I thought it would ever be, but I had to get it out, I had to learn more about him.
“Why did you choose to be in a biker gang?”
“A few things need clarifying there Tasha. Firstly, I didn’t choose to be a biker, it chooses you. It is a lifestyle, not a job. Secondly, I never chose to be in a gang. I just did what I did, and people started to follow me. I guess you could say that I’m a business man, and that I was good at recruiting people. And that’s how it all happened.”
“What about the recent violence downtown, was that you?” I asked.
“That wasn’t me personally, no. Was it people in my gang? Maybe, I’m not sure. I can’t be held responsible for the actions of other people, can I?”
“But it wasn’t mediated by the gang?”
“I think the main problem you have here Tasha, is that you seem to think we are a Mafioso type group. That we sit around in circles and plot out every single thing that happens. A biker gang is much more a way of life than a crime syndicate. It’s more like an outreach program really, people from all walks of life can join. If you are lost and weary, and tired of the judgements of the modern, day-to-day drudge, then we are for you.”
Even on the foot of the bed, Dagger was sitting up erect and proud. It was clear he had given a lot of thought to his lifestyle, and wasn’t just some wandering psychopath like I had initially thought. I felt guilty for my judgements of him, especially now considering he had been so open to me. He looked at me and smiled in a way that was desperately beautiful. I blushed, and he began to speak again.
“You know Tasha, you should really join us. Hell’s Chariots would do killer things for your resume.”
I chuckled but he continued.
“I’m serious. Not about the resume per se, but think about it. Do you really want to be a reporter?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Why?”
“I... well I want to help people by telling the truth.”
“Yet here you were, at the Sail and Anchor, hoping to catch some juicy story about how my men had spilt blood on the streets of your home town. Do you really think that it gets better the higher you go? How often do you see fabricated stories in the mainstream news? The problem is Tasha, news is controlled from the top down, dictated by cantankerous old men who only want people to hear what they want them to hear. You should take my word for it, I know a lot of them.”
I sat there, caught up in my thoughts. I hadn’t suspected that this was where I was going to end up when I first entered the Sail & Anchor. But now I was curious to see what was going to happen. And even more so, I was beginning to feel the faint underpinnings of attraction for Dagger wriggle within me.
***
Dagger sat on the bed and I sat in a chair, asking him questions that slowly brought me to the truth of the Hell’s Chariots biker gang. I felt secure around Dagger in a way that I had never known before, and I wanted to stay near him, learning about him and his way of life. I writhed in guilt at how my presumptions had been so unfounded about him. I looked down at my body, at my soft legs that pressed into my pencil skirt, and the cleft of my breasts, pursed in my button up blouse. How had I become so obsessed with my job and a juicy story, that I had stopped to even consider that there might be another truth to Dagger?
Dagger held his gaze on me and spoke once again. “You know I wasn’t joking back at the bar, when I told you that you were the most beautiful girl that had ever come in.”
I retorted. “That’s probably because I’m the only girl that’s ever come in to that old bar.”
He chuckled and a grin escaped his lips. “Well I suppose I hadn’t thought about it that way, but you are incredibly striking Tasha. You know, you really should consider joining our little gang, there’d be room for you.”
I noticed that Dagger was leaning closer toward me with every word he spoke and with his gravity, I couldn’t help but be dragged closer toward him.
“And what would it involve from me, to be involved in your gang?” I asked coquettishly?
“Just a simple initiation, and then you’d be a member for life.” Dagger replied.
“Oh?” I smiled. “And what would this initiation involve?” I was visibly flirting with him, and my cheeks blushed in a gentle rouge.
Dagger hung silently in front of me, we were so close to each other that I could feel the warmth of his breath on me. Finally he came to speak again. “I’ll show you. Close your eyes.”
I nodded in silent obedience and closed my eyes. I heard a light ruffling of movement and then a supple warmth over my neck as Dagger began to kiss me firmly in bright bursts. They exploded up my neck, sliding from my nape up to the back of my ear. I let out an overwhelming sigh as his lips crept up me.
Dagger brought his lips to mine and we embraced in a passionate kiss. He was strong and he pressed himself into me with a great force that was both primitive and highly directed at the same time. His large arms wrapped around the circumference of my bust and clasped onto my back as he drew me in closer to him. He brought his warm hands up to my neck and motioned me into him with confidence and I succumbed to him.
I felt a great weightlessness as Dagger finally took me up from the chair that I was sitting on, and flung me onto his bed. It was plush and soft and I lay in blissful ecstasy as the sheets cushioned me. Dagger climbed onto the bed and arched over me. He was a towering mass, reaching down to hold me. His hands meticulously and delicately unbuttoned my top, until the force of my breasts sprung it open, flaying my shirt from them. He removed the shirt and flung it onto the floor, leaving me laying there in my lace bra and pencil skirt. He then motioned his hands down to the edge of my skirt, unbuttoning and unzipping it. He muscled the tiny skirt off from my little hips, sliding it over my thighs and calves, until he flung it next to my shirt.
I lay there on Dagger’s bed. The coolness of the afternoon air wafted over my thighs and chest. My nipples grew hard and pressed into the lace fabric of my bra, and little goose bumps pricked up on my skin, tightening it and sensitizing me to Dagger’s touch.
Dagger removed his shirt whilst he perched over me. Under his dark black shirt there it looked as if he was chiseled out of marble. His body was hefty and sturdy, worthy of a Grecian statue, perfect in form. He unbuckled his pants and flung them off with a ravaging swoop so that all his clothes were piled next to mine. As he knelt in front of me, I noticed that there was a tremendous bulge in his briefs that had formed. I surged with desire, wistfully longing for the moment when he’d give everything to me.
Dagger’s kisses started again, but lightly buzzed at my collarbone, sauntering their way down between my cleavage. My breasts waved against Dagger’s lips and I laughed with sensations as his lips trailed down onto my delicate waist. He languished and labored around my hips and belly, peppering it with spicy kisses until I could feel deep within myself that I was becoming unashamedly wet below. I ebbed and buckled under his command and I gasped with pleasure as his fingers curled under my underwear, trickling them down my body in an effortless pass, until they were lying on the floor.
I reached my hand underneath my back and unclasped my bra. The elastic sprung forth and I pulled the large cups off me. I heard a guttural groan from Dagger as he eyed my chest. My breasts were rested atop my frame in soft gatherings. I rolled my hands across their expanse, curtly toying my nipples between my fingers. Here I was, completely exposed to Dagger, a dangerous biker gang leader. I wasn’t overwhelmed with fear, but an overbearing sense of desperation for him to take control of me.
Dagger’s hands reached down into me and pulled my thighs toward him. They rolled and wriggled in delicious undulations as he perched them upward, spreading them apart so that he could gaze between them. I caught a glint of primitive arousal as he motioned his head toward my moistness.
At once, I sparked and prickled with electric bursts as Dagger’s tongue tasted me in all my juiciness from the bottom to the top of my delicious pink lips. His tongue pressed down on me with an unequalled force and I was throttled with sensations emanating from his licks. Dagger held nothing back and each taste of his tongue was more and more hungry and driven than the last. He looked up to catch my eyes and I caught his face covered in my juices and I moaned in delight.
Dagger continued to lick me and taste every portion of my wetness until I was hurtled forth with orgasm. My lips quaked and trembled under the tingling press of his tongue and I let out a deep, reflexive scream. I sat there for some time, trembling and practically oozing in erotic bliss until I was snapped from my state by the gentle massage of Dagger’s hands around my thighs.
I perched myself up on my elbows and my breasts fell together, pressing my cleavage into a heaving cleft. I looked longingly down to Dagger’s member which was pushing against the fabric of his briefs and I signaled for him to remove them. In a fell swoop, Dagger’s trunks hit the floor and I was greeted with the largest cock I had ever seen. It pointed directly at me in a triumphant posture and I bent forth and spoke.
“Do you mind if I taste it?”
“Go ahead.” Dagger replied.
Dagger brought his shaft up to my lips and I opened them, allowing him to slide effortlessly into me. He was delicious and I let out a muffled groan at the taste of his flesh. I pressed my lips down firmly on his shaft, and pulled him in to me with all my efforts. His member was a salty sweet taste, and I made a great effort to taste every aching portion of him, passing my tongue over it in playfully passionate circles. The greatness of his shaft pulled on the side of my lips but I welcomed it, holding him deep inside me in his fullness.
Dagger brought his hands down onto my hair and took it in his hands like reins. He bunched it up and pulled on my head, dragging me into him and over his cock. He pressed against the back of my throat and I chortled and gagged. I looked up at him and let out a muted giggle and a great smile of satisfaction. He grunted primitively and continued to work me back and forth over his tremendous cock. I loved him controlling the rhythm of my sucking. He played me like a gorgeous instrument of desire, and I succumbed in completeness to him. His cock ached and swelled inside me and it slid in and out of me with slippery ease, making me buzz with a sexual fervidness.
Dagger then pulled on my hair, drifting me off his shaft. A fine string of saliva connected me to his gorgeous cock and I licked my lips whilst eyeing him off. He pushed me down onto the bed and nestled himself between my breasts, lifting them and massaging them into his shaft, as he thrust back and forth. His member was so large that I was able to bend down and receive his head in my mouth when he thrust, tasting him with each delicious slide. My breasts ebbed and swayed under his pull. With each thrust Dagger mustered an exhalation and I grinned as he dipped his cock into my lips. I stuck out my tongue to play with the tip of his cock as it came up to me, and lashed at it in rapid licks. He buzzed and steamed in exaltation.
I felt the warm of Dagger’s member pull from between my breasts and with that, Dagger also pulled on my hands. He picked me up with brute, unconscious force, flipping me over onto the bed. I spread out my palms and knees, propping myself on all fours and he pressed deep into the gentle curves of my back, so that my pussy arched up, posing its gorgeous pink flesh for Dagger. I quivered in expectation.
I felt the pressing of the bed push my knees lower as Dagger’s knees nestled next to mine. Suddenly I felt a spark of warmth against my ass cheeks that erupted in a loud cracking sound. Dagger had slapped my ass with such conviction that I shouted out in reciprocation. “Oh!” I exalted. My ass rippled in gentle motions in response to the throttling and I grinned. “That was naughty Dagger I like it.”
I felt his weighted palm press down into the middle of my back. I felt the soft touch of his cock around my moist slit as it massaged my tender mound. Then I felt a deep surge of warmth as Dagger entered his engorged cock into me.
I wasn’t able to control myself. It had been too long since I had felt the warmth and firmness of a man’s cock deep inside me, and I gasped and clasped my lower lip in my teeth. I grunted a grunt that I had never heard myself make. I enjoyed it, it sounded like the new me.
Dagger slid himself into me and I quaked in ecstasy. Dagger’s penetrations slid effortlessly back and forth through me, and I clasped around his shaft, feeling every delicious portion of him inside me. I felt him curving up into the ends of my pussy and pressing deep into me with a force that was as pleasurable as it was painful. I brought a hand up to the entrance of my slit and rubbed in careless and pleasure-filled motions as Dagger filled me from inside. I glanced to my side at took note of myself in the mirror. My golden hair sprung back and forth as my breasts rocked against the thrusts of Dagger.
I pulled on my swelling clit, dragging it underneath my fingers as Dagger thrust himself deep inside me in exaggerated and primal motions. He had been taken over by ecstasy, and he was ensnared in my wetness. I froze and stiffened in orgasm, letting out a panting sigh as Dagger continued to pound me. I was awoken out of my sexual stupor by the cracking of another of Dagger’s slaps on my ass. Warmth promulgated the outline of where he had spanked, and I fizzed with lust.
I felt the cool air waft against the slipperiness of my pussy as Dagger slid his cock out of me. His hands became weighted and directive against my hips as he pulled me to lie on my back against the silk of the bed. My back and ass writhed in pleasure against the silk of the sheets and my legs pressed together, narrowing and pointing towards Dagger’s thighs. He took them in his hands and lifted them so that they were parallel to his body, and he entered me again.
As his cock worked its way deep in to me, Dagger let out a smile and begun to spread my legs apart in the way, so that they were a perfect ‘v’ pointing towards the sky. I was held firmly and could do nothing but lay back and let out a scream of pleasure with the satisfaction that was bursting inside me. I reached out and clawed at Dagger’s chest, running my nails down his front, leaving swollen strings that glowed red. Dagger let out a pleasurable gasp. Dagger didn’t even flinch, he welcomed the pain.
I glowed in arousal as I lay back and watched the mirror as Dagger entered and exited me, doing with me what he would. I was fulfilling his every sexual desire, and liberating myself from the shackles of matrimony at the same time. I kept looking at the entrance of my pussy, eyeing off Dagger’s shaft that would effortlessly disappear inside me, and then lengthen out of me once again.
I looked back to my chest and the heaving of my breasts as I was pushed and pulled with Dagger. I gazed at the arch of my back and how I angled my arms, supporting my delicious little frame. I was enraptured and I could feel a burning flame being kindled with each thrust of Dagger’s cock. I brought my hands down and rolled them against the soft skin of my thighs, bringing them down to my slit. I pressed down firmly onto my mound and I vespered out a whisper of orgasmic bliss. Inside I convulsed and contracted in orgasm once again.
The tension around Dagger’s cock sent him uproaring in bliss. I wrapped around him and could feel his pulsing member moving deep inside me. I could sense a deep surging that indicated to me that Dagger couldn’t hold on for much longer. His chest muscles and his arms tensed, flicking beads of sweat from his body. Dagger’s hands reached down and grasped my thighs, pressing deep into my tender flesh. In a swift action, he pulled himself out of me, bringing his giant member out into his hand. As Dagger shifted up closer to me, he grasped and pulled on his cock in weighted and desperate pulls. In a flash of pure, unbridled ecstasy, Dagger erupted all over my chest. Streams of warm nectar seethed onto my skin, prickling me and drenching me. I brought my hand down over my pussy, pulling myself into orgasm with him. Dagger’s load was unending, and it poured and filled every part of my breasts. I swirled my fingers around my pussy as he emptied himself on to me, groaning in desire. I screamed in pleasure.
Dagger worked himself to great lengths to empty himself, but I assisted him. I grabbed his shaft, guiding it into my mouth for a final taste. I sucked and pulled at his shaft with my lips, drawing every last bead of cum from his cock. I released him from my succulent lips. Dagger, let his cock hang in victory as he set his gaze upon my stained breasts. I wrapped my hands on to my breasts and massaged them in circles, spreading his cum across me. I slid my hands down and massaged my thighs and hips, and wriggled in satisfaction.
After a while I ceased pressing my hands around my body and slipped a finger onto my tongue for one last taste of Dagger. Coquettishly, I looked at Dagger and began to giggle.
Dagger brought me home later that night. I remember how beautiful the trees looked, punctuating the sea of stars that surrounded them. The cold wind was shielded by Dagger’s body and I was felt warm and secure.
When we arrived back at my car, I asked him. “So, how did I do?”
“What do you mean?”
“How did I do in the initiation?”
Dagger smiled and looked directly into my eyes. “I’ve never known someone to do so well. So what do you think, will you join?”
“I will.”
And that was the start of my biker relationship.
The End.