Biker Bitch Polly
The following story is fiction.
Biker Bitch Polly
by Polly Verve
I was just coming into my own as a sexy shemale cocktease in Miami, newly pumped full of estrogen and silicone, when I met Brian the biker on Tinder. I had never even been properly dominated at this point so the thought of being used by a hot, alpha-male biker was extremely arousing.
Once we started messaging he immediately demanded to see my clit. He said he wanted to be sure I was feminine enough. So I sent him this picture.
I guess I passed the test because he said “OK bitch I am coming to get you at 8. Wear something skanky.” I told him my address, super excited, and immediately started doing my hair and makeup.
By 7:30 I was dressed and ready. I was wearing a cute black top that seemed biker-ish, and one of my favorite miniskirts. My clitty was practically shaking in excitement. I could not wait to get fucked hard.
When a hard knock came on my door I nearly jumped off the couch. He was here! I ran to the door as fast as I could in my silver heels, and threw it open. Brian was hot! He was about 6’3 so a bit taller than me, big arms, black hair and beard, and silver earrings. I greeted him nervously and he smirked.
“Let’s go, bitch,” he said, grabbing my upper arm firmly and leading me to his bike. He had an awesome black Harley and I got on. As soon as we started riding the vibration began to tickle my clitty unmercifully. It took all my willpower to stay soft and limp like I know he wanted.
We didn’t even go out to eat, he took me straight to his place and led me inside his apartment. We started kissing and he firmly gripped my clitty. “This is mine now, you’re mine now Polly,” he growled into my ear. I smiled and rubbed his cock gently. I could not wait to have it pounding into my mouth and ass pussy. He threw me onto the bed and lubed up his hard, throbbing cock. In an electric second he was inside me and my body was exploding in fireworks of pleasure. I knew then and there I was ADDICTED to this biker’s cock.
“Ohh please PLEASE cum inside me!” I begged him. After a few more thrusts he convulsed and came extremely hard into my pussy. I could feel the hot cum dripping out. I passed out from pleasure.
I woke up to a sharp pain on my clitty. I looked down and saw that I had been firmly locked in a tiny cock cage! On top of that, one hand was handcuffed to the headboard! On the nightstand there was a note. It read:
GOOD JOB LAST NIGHT CUNT. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND YOU ARE MY PROPERTY NOW. SIT TIGHT. -BRIAN
I was shocked. No matter how I tried I could not get the cage off my clitty or break free of the handcuff. I resigned myself to my fate and started to convince myself that I wanted to be a sex slave. I had fantasized about it so many times, was it really so bad that it was finally happening? Soon I fell back asleep, even though my pussy was still buzzing with Brian’s cum.
When the door banged open I jumped awake. He was back. He stormed into the room and without a word took his pants off, came over to the bed and pushed my head onto his cock. I dutifully sucked him dry, afraid of what would happen if I didn’t.
A few minutes after, he unlocked the handcuff (clitty stayed firmly locked) and said that now that I was a biker bitch, we we needed to get me properly initiated. I was genuinely afraid to ask what that meant, and we got on the bike. The vibration drove my clitty into crazy arousal, and it struggled against its cage painfully. I bit my lip and tried to will it to be limp but the fact was I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life so it was pretty difficult!
First we went to a biker shop. Brian outfitted me with my new uniform: a black leather crop top, black leather miniskirt, and thigh high boots with four inch heels. Then he topped it off with a cropped leather jacket with metal studs. I looked in the mirror and I have to say I never felt so sexy or badass as I did in that moment. Brian grabbed me by the ass and led me back to the bike. The next stop was the piercing parlor. I kept my cool during the tongue piercing, but when I looked in the mirror I was really alarmed at what was in my mouth!
Then Brian said my earrings and belly ring needed an update. He had the piercer change out my amethyst earrings and belly ring for a new matching set…
I was shocked how having those little words on my body made me feel so vulnerable and so sexy at the same time. I made to get up but Brian held me down by the shoulder. “You’re not done yet, bitch. Don’t move or I’ll fucking kill you,” he said in my ear. Then the piercer said, to my disbelief, “Ok, now for the frenum piercing.” I yelped in protest and tried to get up. No way was I going to have my cute little clitty pierced! But Brian held down my shoulders and arms and the piercer yanked up my skirt and pulled down my panties, exposing my limp, locked clitty. I shouted out in pain and it was over before I could stop them. I looked down and there was now a thin padlock securing my clitty to the cage. There could be no escape now, not without Brian first unlocking my clitty piercing then unlocking the cage. The feeling of the metal piercing in my clit was a constant reminder that I was a sex toy.
When we were back on the bike my clitty started to sting from the piercing, because of the vibration. I cried out and Brian pulled over. He smacked me full in the face and said “Shut up bitch, I know you wanted this.” Then we rode off as I choked back my tears. The thing was he was totally right. I always wanted to be a submissive whore and my wish was coming true.
After we rode around awhile the sun started coming down. “Get ready for your real initiation,” Brian said, as we pulled up to a biker bar by the highway. When we walked in a couple guys hollered at Brian and some others whistled at me.
“Who’s the new piece of ass?” the bartender asked Brian, as we went up to the counter.
“This is Polly the Polesmoker. Today’s her initiation,” he shot back. “Polly why don’t you show the boys some moves?” he said, indicating the single stripper pole on a corner stage. The bartender cranked up the music and I got on the pole and started shaking my ass and rubbing my breasts sensually. Most of the men and bitches in the bar came over and started cheering and slapping my ass. Some of them started to stuff dollar bills into my skirt. I pulled off the skirt and threw it offstage, revealing just a thin thong holding in my locked clitty.
The crowd started getting rowdier and grabbing harder and longer at my body. I got on all fours and crawled seductively to Brian, who was still at the bar. I started kissing his boots and quietly asked him to please take me home. He pulled me up by the hair and demanded that I give him a lapdance. I started to grind on his cock through his pants. After a minute he gave a shout and yanked down my panties while everyone looked on and cheered. Then he opened his fly and his hard cock shot out. He started to fuck me hard in front of everyone, his cock slid right in because I was so wet from dancing. I rode his cock while my locked clitty bounced up and down. When he finally gushed in my hot hole I couldn’t take it anymore and had an anal orgasm. I squirted through my chastity cage all over the floor. I was completely dazed.
“Let’s finish this cunt’s initiation” Brian roared, then he shoved me off him and led me over to the pool table. He thrusted me onto the table and held my wrists down while all the guys in the bar lined up. One by one they fucked me hard until cumming in my pussy, while the other bitches in the bar cheered, bit my nipples and fondled my locked clitty. After about ten guys came inside me and my pussy was oozing cum all over the pool table, Brian pulled me up and someone handed me my skirt. My panties were long gone. Still dripping, legs shaking, Brian started to lead me to the door.
“Welcome to the Devils!” he said, and everyone in the bar cheered.
Biker Bitch Polly
by Polly Verve
I was just coming into my own as a sexy shemale cocktease in Miami, newly pumped full of estrogen and silicone, when I met Brian the biker on Tinder. I had never even been properly dominated at this point so the thought of being used by a hot, alpha-male biker was extremely arousing.
Once we started messaging he immediately demanded to see my clit. He said he wanted to be sure I was feminine enough. So I sent him this picture.
I guess I passed the test because he said “OK bitch I am coming to get you at 8. Wear something skanky.” I told him my address, super excited, and immediately started doing my hair and makeup.
By 7:30 I was dressed and ready. I was wearing a cute black top that seemed biker-ish, and one of my favorite miniskirts. My clitty was practically shaking in excitement. I could not wait to get fucked hard.
When a hard knock came on my door I nearly jumped off the couch. He was here! I ran to the door as fast as I could in my silver heels, and threw it open. Brian was hot! He was about 6’3 so a bit taller than me, big arms, black hair and beard, and silver earrings. I greeted him nervously and he smirked.
“Let’s go, bitch,” he said, grabbing my upper arm firmly and leading me to his bike. He had an awesome black Harley and I got on. As soon as we started riding the vibration began to tickle my clitty unmercifully. It took all my willpower to stay soft and limp like I know he wanted.
We didn’t even go out to eat, he took me straight to his place and led me inside his apartment. We started kissing and he firmly gripped my clitty. “This is mine now, you’re mine now Polly,” he growled into my ear. I smiled and rubbed his cock gently. I could not wait to have it pounding into my mouth and ass pussy. He threw me onto the bed and lubed up his hard, throbbing cock. In an electric second he was inside me and my body was exploding in fireworks of pleasure. I knew then and there I was ADDICTED to this biker’s cock.
“Ohh please PLEASE cum inside me!” I begged him. After a few more thrusts he convulsed and came extremely hard into my pussy. I could feel the hot cum dripping out. I passed out from pleasure.
I woke up to a sharp pain on my clitty. I looked down and saw that I had been firmly locked in a tiny cock cage! On top of that, one hand was handcuffed to the headboard! On the nightstand there was a note. It read:
GOOD JOB LAST NIGHT CUNT. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND YOU ARE MY PROPERTY NOW. SIT TIGHT. -BRIAN
I was shocked. No matter how I tried I could not get the cage off my clitty or break free of the handcuff. I resigned myself to my fate and started to convince myself that I wanted to be a sex slave. I had fantasized about it so many times, was it really so bad that it was finally happening? Soon I fell back asleep, even though my pussy was still buzzing with Brian’s cum.
When the door banged open I jumped awake. He was back. He stormed into the room and without a word took his pants off, came over to the bed and pushed my head onto his cock. I dutifully sucked him dry, afraid of what would happen if I didn’t.
A few minutes after, he unlocked the handcuff (clitty stayed firmly locked) and said that now that I was a biker bitch, we we needed to get me properly initiated. I was genuinely afraid to ask what that meant, and we got on the bike. The vibration drove my clitty into crazy arousal, and it struggled against its cage painfully. I bit my lip and tried to will it to be limp but the fact was I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life so it was pretty difficult!
First we went to a biker shop. Brian outfitted me with my new uniform: a black leather crop top, black leather miniskirt, and thigh high boots with four inch heels. Then he topped it off with a cropped leather jacket with metal studs. I looked in the mirror and I have to say I never felt so sexy or badass as I did in that moment. Brian grabbed me by the ass and led me back to the bike. The next stop was the piercing parlor. I kept my cool during the tongue piercing, but when I looked in the mirror I was really alarmed at what was in my mouth!
Then Brian said my earrings and belly ring needed an update. He had the piercer change out my amethyst earrings and belly ring for a new matching set…
I was shocked how having those little words on my body made me feel so vulnerable and so sexy at the same time. I made to get up but Brian held me down by the shoulder. “You’re not done yet, bitch. Don’t move or I’ll fucking kill you,” he said in my ear. Then the piercer said, to my disbelief, “Ok, now for the frenum piercing.” I yelped in protest and tried to get up. No way was I going to have my cute little clitty pierced! But Brian held down my shoulders and arms and the piercer yanked up my skirt and pulled down my panties, exposing my limp, locked clitty. I shouted out in pain and it was over before I could stop them. I looked down and there was now a thin padlock securing my clitty to the cage. There could be no escape now, not without Brian first unlocking my clitty piercing then unlocking the cage. The feeling of the metal piercing in my clit was a constant reminder that I was a sex toy.
When we were back on the bike my clitty started to sting from the piercing, because of the vibration. I cried out and Brian pulled over. He smacked me full in the face and said “Shut up bitch, I know you wanted this.” Then we rode off as I choked back my tears. The thing was he was totally right. I always wanted to be a submissive whore and my wish was coming true.
After we rode around awhile the sun started coming down. “Get ready for your real initiation,” Brian said, as we pulled up to a biker bar by the highway. When we walked in a couple guys hollered at Brian and some others whistled at me.
“Who’s the new piece of ass?” the bartender asked Brian, as we went up to the counter.
“This is Polly the Polesmoker. Today’s her initiation,” he shot back. “Polly why don’t you show the boys some moves?” he said, indicating the single stripper pole on a corner stage. The bartender cranked up the music and I got on the pole and started shaking my ass and rubbing my breasts sensually. Most of the men and bitches in the bar came over and started cheering and slapping my ass. Some of them started to stuff dollar bills into my skirt. I pulled off the skirt and threw it offstage, revealing just a thin thong holding in my locked clitty.
The crowd started getting rowdier and grabbing harder and longer at my body. I got on all fours and crawled seductively to Brian, who was still at the bar. I started kissing his boots and quietly asked him to please take me home. He pulled me up by the hair and demanded that I give him a lapdance. I started to grind on his cock through his pants. After a minute he gave a shout and yanked down my panties while everyone looked on and cheered. Then he opened his fly and his hard cock shot out. He started to fuck me hard in front of everyone, his cock slid right in because I was so wet from dancing. I rode his cock while my locked clitty bounced up and down. When he finally gushed in my hot hole I couldn’t take it anymore and had an anal orgasm. I squirted through my chastity cage all over the floor. I was completely dazed.
“Let’s finish this cunt’s initiation” Brian roared, then he shoved me off him and led me over to the pool table. He thrusted me onto the table and held my wrists down while all the guys in the bar lined up. One by one they fucked me hard until cumming in my pussy, while the other bitches in the bar cheered, bit my nipples and fondled my locked clitty. After about ten guys came inside me and my pussy was oozing cum all over the pool table, Brian pulled me up and someone handed me my skirt. My panties were long gone. Still dripping, legs shaking, Brian started to lead me to the door.
“Welcome to the Devils!” he said, and everyone in the bar cheered.
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