Irene

The last story I wrote that I never bothered to post. Here ya go:

Ramrod wasn't your typical dyke bar. In fact, it was the most unique club any of its patrons had ever visited. While it was a (very successful) bar, it also doubled as a sex club. On most nights, there was a throne in the center of the club with a naked slave girl collared and chained to it to dance with the dommes circulating in the club or, when rented for an appropriate amount, to orally service someone in the throne.

Its clients were also quite unique. For one, Ramrod's guest list was composed of entirely hot, attractive women ranging from biker chicks and dykes to punk goths to school-girl dressed girls looking to be ravaged. It was not a normal club, and anyone who walked through the door was fair game.

Not only that, quite a few of the girls had thick, veiny sausages hanging between their legs. Typically, these girls were worshipped, to varying meanings, by the others. It was a well-known fact that many of them would walk up to total strangers, lift a skirt or pull down pants and just fuck a girl right there on the dance floor. Or drag them over to a table or bar to face fuck them. That wasn't to say there weren't quite a few dickgirls who exclusively took cock or a strapon up an orifice or three.

Irene was a biker type and the former leader of a gang. She wasn't exactly butch what with her large breasts, hour-glass shaped figure, junkey trunk, and legs that went on forever. She considered herself more punkish than anything. Tonight she wore her stylish beret over her pink hair, thick leather boots, loose fitting jeans held up by suspenders, and nothing else. Irene's body was glistening in the light and her tattoos covered her shoulders.

Tonight, Irene's six foot frame was resting against the club wall while the eve's chain bitch was bobbing her head up and down Irene's thick flesh pole. Everytime Irene looked down, she moaned both in pleasure and frustration for she knew the chain bitch and it was a former member of her gang.

Irene's gang had been composed of three other mean bitches. They were tough as nails though not particularly prone to violence. Many a night they would cruise by and gang fuck some stupid bitch. In fact, once, when they were particularly horny, they caught a mistress and her slave and fucked them both so hard and so brutally that whenever the "mistress" would see them, she'd fall to her knees and give each of them a nice suck job even if she were in the middle of a fuck.

Irene had to visit her home town for a funeral and returned to discover that her three dominant, tough girls had been turned into the club's bitches. One look into their eyes had told Irene that they had been forever broken. From what she heard, the girls had started a brawl in the club while she was gone and instead of police action, Chloe, the club owner, had convinced them to "work it off". And this was the result.

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