#biker bitch

[misseviehyde]

BOTTLE IT

Mike loved his girlfriend Ashton so much, but she really did have a confidence problem. It was the sixth time she had tried to pass her driving test and failed.

"Oh dear," whimpered Ashton as she reversed over a bicycle and crushed it... the examiner shaking his head as he ticked fail yet again.

The stupid thing was, Ashton was a great driver. When relaxed she was brilliant... but as soon as she was put under any pressure her confidence crumbled and she bottled it.

Michael comforted Ashton as she cried on his shoulder. "I can't do anything right," she wept.

It wasn't just the driving test. Ashton was a real wallflower and would lose her nerve as soon as any pressure was applied. Michael wished he could find a way to boost her fragile confidence.

But how?

***

"Here, give your girlfriend this blonde hair dye and I promise her confidence will swell," smirked Michael's bitchy step-sister Gina. "Everyone knows blonde girls are more confident. Convince her to go blonde and I promise she'll never go back."

Michael didn't entirely trust his step-sister, but the bottle of confidence boosting blonde hair dye did seem like a thoughtful idea. Perhaps the psychological effect alone would make Ashton more bold and confident.

Michael knew that Ashton would be against using this dye, so he swapped it out for her usual hair colour and waited. He was sure she would forgive him once she saw the results.

***

Ashton hummed to herself as she lathered her hair with her usual dark brown hair dye and waited for it to take effect. It smelt and felt different this time, and as she rubbed it in she felt a strange erotic tingle throb through her body.

Ashton's eyes widened as she watched her hair sparkle and glow. A vivid blonde streak suddenly flashed through her hair, then another and another.

She moaned, her scalp tingling and throbbing deliciously as the dye was absorbed in. This was no ordinary dye, it was magical and she gasped as her hair lengthened and grew, turning blonder and silkier as it transformed.

Ashton groaned as her skin tanned and her flat boobed chest swelled and expanded. Her lips curled into a cruel bitchy smirk as her lashes lengthened and sharp pink nails shot from her fingers.

"Fuckkk yessssss," she hissed as a surge of power and confidence throbbed through her body. She laughed, tossing back her hair and giggling as her flabby body toned up. Stretching her toned body, Ashton grinned as she grew taller and more curvaceous. Her tits were now large and firm, her ass perfect. Her body posture changed to become confident and bossy.

"This is soooo much fucking better," she purred. "That fucking loser Ashton is dead... I am Ash now."

***

Ash grinned as she straddled her new boyfriends bike and looked over at the weeping loser on the road.

She'd kicked Michael over with with one of her booted heels, knocking him out of her way when the pathetic wimp had tried to stop her getting on the bike with Marlon.

"How many times do I have to tell you loser? I'm Marlon's girl now."

Ash's pussy was already wet and she could feel her superior new boyfriends big cock was rock hard through his jeans. He loved seeing his new woman crush losers.

Ash was so horny for her badboy lover. She wished she could fuck him right here and show the world what a stud he was. In fact she was tempted - it wasn't like she lacked the confidence anymore.

Since dying her hair Ash had quit her dead-end job and started working as a dancer in a bar. That was where she had met the biker gang and instantly been accepted as their newest recruit. She even had a tattoo on her lower back, the gangs emblem. She was a biker bitch for life now.

"Ashton, please. My step sister tricked me. That dye has turned you into an evil biker bitch. You have to listen."

Ignoring Michael, Ash kissed Marlon, her tongue in his mouth. Then spinning round she giggled as he groped her tits with one hand and used his other to grab the handle bars.

Ash had passed her driving test weeks ago, easily getting a perfect performance... especially when she sucked off the examiner. She loved driving, but her real passion was for motorbikes.

Ash couldn't wait to buy her own and join the gang for real, but for now she would ride with Marlon... in every sense.

Laughing wildly, she turned her eyes to the road as Marlon gunned the bike and they set off into the future. Her pathetic cuck of a boyfriend was left weeping, wishing his innocent and kind girlfriend would return.

But Ashton was dead. Ash had taken her place and this bad bitch was here to stay.

Blondes really do have more fun.

[engineerofearthquakes-blog]

[7-18-94]

my bf takes such tumblr core photos of me

[sandythereadingcafe]

REVIEW TOUR:

BIKER BITCH (Hell on Heelz MC 2) by Morgan Jane Mitchell at The Reading Cafe:

'The fast paced premise is dramatic and intriguing'

[its-a-wicked-twisted-road]

@blazesch1

[storytellering]

pulls up to the function I just barely joined in with a biker AU

[n1ckelpistol]

Fellas is it gay to spend all your free time bothering your favorite mechanic

[misseviehyde]

PLAYED

Ian couldn't work it out. He was the smartest guy at school and yet this had him stumped.

As his fingers addictively smashed the buttons of his controller - he couldn't conceive why his bully had given him this amazing game. It was so fucking good and he thought Brett hated him. Yet - yesterday the bully had slid a jewel case into his hand and told him he should give this game a go.

'The Simps', was the most addictive computer game Ian had ever played. Hour after hour seemed to slip by and yet his hunger for the game never diminished.

In the game you controlled your character and made life choices for them. Your choices would play out and the objective was to make choices that brought your character more popularity and pleasure.

The game was so awesome but it was annoying that for some reason his character had pre-loaded as 'Brett.' Now he was forced to pilot an avatar of his popular bully around the game - but that hadn't stopped him from enjoying it so far.

Ian was badly addicted. His hair was unkempt, and he hadn't been to college for three days. Take-away food wrappers littered the room and his eyes were dark from lack of sleep.

His phone buzzed and irritated by the distraction he glanced down. It was his lovely girlfriend Riley again. Why did she have to keep bothering him? A message flashed up.

"Babe... where are you? I miss you."

Ian felt a flash of anger at his stupid girl. How dare she get in the way of him playing the game? The game was all that mattered.

He and Riley had been dating for about a year after finally getting out of the friendzone. She was a nerd too, shy in front of others - but with him cute, with a zany sense of humour.

Since he had started playing the game he had hardly seen her, and now rather than missing her he felt a kind of panic that she might take him away from the game.

Switching his phone to airplane mode he returned his attention to The Simps.

He was just entering a new level. A prompt box with his mission flashed up. "Seduce and corrupt your victims girlfriend into your bad little bitch." This sounded fun.

His avatar was entering an area that looked amazingly like his actual college. Pushing Brett forward he watched the other characters getting out of his way. He'd leveled up his strength at the gym and no one in this game was gonna mess with him.

Finally he spotted his target by a water fountain. A sad looking girl with glasses, shortish hair and a plain black hoody. Walking his avatar over he initiated a dialogue box.

It was amazing but this character looked a lot like his girlfriend Riley, so when the prompt asked him to give this character a name, he put Riley.

Riley was crying. Checking out her stats, Ian saw that she was sad because her boyfriend was ignoring her and she felt lonely.

Grinning, Ian knew just what to do. His character in the game had recently acquired an ability that allowed him to adjust other characters stats.

Entering Riley's head he began to play the mini-game.

In this screen it was possible to tweak and adjust her personality and desires using corruption points. He needed to turn this goody goody into a bad bitch. He was able to use the loneliness she felt as a starting point - that could be converted into corruption points to use on her personality.

He needed to bring down the love meter for her stupid boyfriend. To do that he converted her loneliness into anger. How dare her boyfriend ignore her! Corruption points began to rack up.

He grinned as he stoked the fires of her anger and hatred, watching the love meter start to drop as she began to make other adjustments.

Now to give her something else to focus on. Something that would let him start turning her into a bitch.

Ian began to increase her horniness attribute and subtly alter her desires. A mini-menu showed him that Riley didn't have any major kinks - so he started to add some.

Leather kink activated. Size Queen kink activated. Smoking kink activated.

Having run out of corrruption points to make further adjustments, Ian came out of the mini game and had Brett offer Riley a cigarette to cheer her up.

She eagerly took it and began to smoke groaning as the nicotine took hold and the thrill of doing something so naughty began to rack up more corruption points.

Removing his leather jacket, he had Brett offer it to her and taking off her hoody, she snuggled into it, groaning at the feeling of the warm leather against her skin.

Ian grinned as he saw the digital Riley's lust meter begin to rise and her avatars eyes began to drop down more and more to Brett's crotch.

A few levels ago, Ian had increased his dick size attribute and now his digital avatar was rocking nine fat inches. Riley's lust was rising.

Offering the girl a ride on his motorbike, Ian grinned with satisfaction as her hand slipped into Brett's.

Going back into the sub menu, he saw he now had plenty more corruption points to spend. He began to increase Riley's attitude, giving her a bad and bitchy approach.

A naughty sway came into her characters hips as he began to reduce her interest in college and books and pumped up her narcissim and sluttiness. Pulling down the intelligence meter, he boosted her recklessness and grinned as he saw her love meter for her boyfriend drop to a paltry ten percent.

Anothet meter on the screen told Ian that the Riley characters panties were now at 100% soaking. She was breathing heavily and as they passed the girls toilets she suddenly pulled Brett inside.

Mashing buttons on his console, Ian grinned as the avatar of Riley sank to her knees and began to give Brett a blowjob.

The room filled with a sucking slurping sound as the ultra realistic sound effects and cinematics kicked in and he sat back and relaxed for a few minutes.

His own small cock was rock hard and watching a digital avatar that looked and sounded so like his real girlfriend suck a bullies nine inch dick was so fucking hot.

Riley moaned and slurped, Brett's cock going deeper and deeper down her dirty throat as her bitchy/slut meter continued to rise and her love meter began to drop rapidly.

"Yesss Brett, you are my boyfriend now. I hate that loser Ian," popped up a text box. "Fuck me and make me your slut."

Ian frowned. He didn't remember inputting his own name into the game. What the hell?

On the screen the couple were now fucking. Riley was bent over the sink moaning as Brett's nine inchs pounded in and out of her slutty body.

Her clothing had changed. There were now so many corruption points to spend they were automatically being assigned to skills and attributes.

Dick sucking. Anal. Titjob. Dirty talk.

Bit by bit Riley was becoming the dirtiest, baddest bitch possible.

A spiked collar now surrounded her neck and her sensible clothing had now become a mesh onesie. Black stockings encased her legs and she had knee length biker boots on

Brett's leather jacket now fit her like a glove and her red lips were parted in a snarl of pleasure as she pushed back on his big cock.

Long nails sprang from her fingers and naughty tattoos swirled into life on her lithe body. She was a fucking bad biker bitch now and her tight holes were for bad boys for Brett to use.

Both characters hit orgasm at the same time and Ian had to turn the volume down on his TV due to embarassment.

Cum dripping down her fishnets, the new Riley lit a cigarette and threw her arms around her new boyfriend.

The words 'LEVEL COMPLETE' popped up.

Suddenly a wave of tiredness hit Ian. For the first time in days the addiction to play the game was gone.

Saving the game, he turned it off and groggily rubbed his face. He felt so weak.

A sudden banging on the door startled him and he went to answer. Opening it he gaped as he saw Brett on his doorstep, motorbike parked on the drive and next to him with a wicked smirk on her slutty face Riley.

"Oh look babe, it's my tiny dicked pathetic loser boyfriend."

Ian gawped. She looked exactly like the slut from the game. She looked like an evil biker bitch.

"I want my game back nerd," laughed Brett. "I got what I wanted and now you don't need it anymore. I knew you'd be a good player and now your girlfriend is the hot bitchy slut I always knew she could be. Thanks for corrupting her for me."

Kissing Riley, the two made out for a moment and Brett slid his hands possessively all over her body. "She's mine now loser. Now get my fucking game and go back to pumping your hand like a loser."

Ian obeyed and watching Brett mounting his bike with Riley behind him felt tears in his eyes.

Now it all made sense. Brett had used him. The game was magic and it had actually transformed Riley.

He had been... played...

[engineerofearthquakes-blog]

[st-kitten]

707 pt.5.1

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your series on quinn had garnered an overwhelming response from the audience. both of you had earned heftily and toji gained a big fat "i told you so" from you. it was now New Year's Eve. the day was marked as a holiday, providing you a much-needed break from the work. you considered this day as an opportunity to unwind and focus on yourself. so, you decided to indulge in a self-care day.

despite a long night's rest, you found yourself waking up later than usual, the warmth of your cozy bed tempting you to stay curled under your comforter just a bit longer. you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.

following an unconventional breakfast (coffee and a cheesecake), you made your way to your comfortable couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh. you decided to read for a while.

like any girl, you had your divine stash of spicy dark romances. you flipped through the pages, devouring every word, playing it in your head imagining henry cavill everywhere. the best thing you could do to annotate was excitedly underline your favourite lines with a pen and decorate them with exclamation marks.

the way those stories fuelled your inner devil... a part of you wished fictional men were real. every particle in you wanted to be fucked by a god. you had no shame when it came to your kinks, but most of your partners took three steps back and made themselves unknown when they discovered them. so you kept them to yourself, sticking to your books and your mind.

you were highly invested in the plot of [insert favourite dark romance] when your phone buzzed.

'need a hand. come downstaris'

you wondered what toji was up to and kept your book down, marking the page you were on with a crumpled bill. still in night shorts, hair dishevelled in a bun, you put some boots on and took the lift downstairs. it was mildly breezy and you wished you'd put a jacket on. with clattering teeth, you stepped out into the foyer, looking around. you sauntered to the parking space allotted to 706.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking in front of you, at the six foot two broad man who sat on a sexy, ink black bike, wearing an equally dark compression shirt and a helmet that sent pulses straight between your legs. it took you a moment to believe that it was toji.

"megs needs some things for school. i'd have bought them myself but apparently he says i have horrible taste in stationary. would you..." toji stared at you.

why were you standing with disney XD knees? why were your eyes focused on his torso? why were you practically drooling?

you couldn't see his face since it was hidden underneath a black visor. but toji had a sly smirk permanently plastered on his face.

"you alright there, princess?" he asked, leaning forward, placing his arms on the bike's airbox, his muscles tightening and bringing out the veins.

"you... ride a bike..."

toji chuckled. "i may be hustling for cash, sweetie, but i come from generational wealth. this baby here is just one of the perks."

you gulped and took a few steps near him. you didn't know what to focus on. his buff arms that could crack your skull in a millisecond, his torso (by that i mean fushititties), the sexy helmet that hid his handsome face from you or that fact that he had a bike.

"uh huh..." words failed to come out of your mouth.

"you can check me out all day, princess, but i gotta run errands. you in?"

mindlessly, you nodded. toji chortled and handed you a spare helmet, which you put on. he noticed that you were all but naked in your night clothes, so he loosened that jacket he'd tied around his waist and asked you to turn around. he put it on you, adoring how big it looked on you.

"penguin..." he muttered.

you still hadn't recovered from anything. you half expected to wake up from a dream. you managed to sit on the bike, scooting forward to adjust yourself.

"hold tight."

only when the bike roared did you come to your senses. the sudden momentum made you jolt forward and wrap your arms around his waist.

"are you okay?" toji asked, amused by how brainlessly you were behaving. upon hearing no response, he simply began driving. it was going to be a quick ride, but toji figured he might as well spend it with you. he was no stranger to riding sports bikes, but having you sitting behind him made him want to show off just a little.

aligning his body with the bike, toji swerved skilfully, leaning into each curve with a boldness and surety that seemed almost choreographed.

you on the other hand, had begun fantasising all sorts of things. the knowledge of toji being a biker did some things to you. the arms that circled around him slowly loosened as your hands started to feel his abs with a mind of their own.

toji knew all to well what you were going through. it was the standard response of any girl. he let out a soft laugh, loving the way your hands felt on him. he sped up slightly, darting through the streets. you reached the store quicker than you anticipated. toji turned the bike off, expecting you to get off, but no. you just sat there, glued to him.

he leaned back, turning his waist slightly, and placed his elbow on your knee.

"any plans to get off?" he asked.

"oh... you bet..." you blurted out earning a deep chuckle from the man.

with great reluctance, you hopped off the bike, feeling very small compared to the large man beside you. he took his helmet off and cradled it in his arms.

you still had yours on. he tapped on it, hoping to snap you back to senses. he had no clue what was going on with you, but he didn't mind.

the two of you strolled through the store, ticking each item of the school's list.

"he's six. he does not need a dissection kit, toji..."

"that's what this is?"

the next half an hour went by quickly and you were out of the store in no time.

"you had breakfast, princess?" he asked. okay, you weren't a big fan of nicknames, but the way they spilled out of his mouth so effortlessly, made you giddy.

"yep. you?"

"not yet. you mind if i grab something real quick?"

you shook your head. the two of you drove to a nearby KFC (sorry...). he parked the bike and went inside since the queue at the drive through was long. you sat on the bike, letting your thoughts run wild. oh, you wanted him. in some uncanny ways. just how ever were you going to convince him...

toji came outside holding a paper bag with food in it. he was genuinely concerned about your strange behaviour. maybe he'd ask you about it later. standing beside you, almost towering over you, he nonchalantly ran his gloved hand across you thigh, taking in the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

"you wanna drive?"

"what? fuck. no. we'd die."

"it ain't that hard."

"no thank you. i'm happy being your backpack."

"my what?"

"backpack? you know... passenger princess, but for bikes..."

"huh."

toji definitely felt too old for a moment. "you're fine being called after an object?"

"uh... yeah..." you didn't like how dry the conversation had become. you were half convinced. there was no way toji would hear your kinks out.

the ride back to your building was silent. not awkward, just silent. even the elevator ride upstairs was hollow. toji stepped into his apartment, you following him like a puppy. he placed the bags on the couch. he stood in his living room, checking his mail, one arm cradling the helmet, his hands sifting through the envelopes. he spotted you gawking at him through the corner of his eye.

"are you stoned?"

"huh? no."

"are you sick?"

"no, i'm not sick... i'll... be in my house then... thanks for the ride."

you fist bumped his shoulder and trotted away into your house. toji had a big question mark on his face. usually you'd run your mouth and leave no snarky comment off the table. so, seeing you acting like a wobbly stool made him wonder if something had happened.

the rest of the day went normally for both of you. you continued working on some songs and he cleaned his house for the first time in a while. by dinner time, toji ad gotten suspicious of your sudden lack of activity. he knocked on your door, once again, to find that it was unlocked.

"what's the point of this door..." he mumbled, stepping into your house.

you were in the kitchen, watching a youtube video on making some spaghetti.

"slipped my mind..." you said to him, eyes still fixated on your tiny phone.

toji observed you closely. ever since your little bike ride in the morning, you'd been acting weird.

"need help?"

you shook your head. why were you so quiet?

toji didn't want to leave you alone, so he just sat down on your couch, watching you cook (mostly mess up). he accidentally sat on the book you'd left there. with nothing else to do, he decided to flip through it.

let's just say he had to hold back a few gasps...

he looked at you, then looked at the book and then back at you.

is this what you read? you... liked this?

toji understood your quinn business, but to think that you actually enjoyed erotic stories outside of your hustle... now that was something. he decided to read a little, on the page you'd marked.

he covered his mouth with a curled fist as he read your book, hiding a devilish smirk. no wonder you went quiet. your poor mind must be picturing so many things seeing as the protagonist of your book too... was a biker. you innocent face did a great job at masking the inner demon. toji was at least six pages in when he realised how excruciatingly detailed everything was. he could only envision you reading the book, holding it with one hand while the other helped your nether region feel what you wanted the most.

but that wouldn't have been enough... you can't just imagine a rugged man having his way with you. you needed someone to actually do it to you. to manhandle you, put you in your place, and fuck you dumb. reading your book was like an insight into your mind. is this what you thought of all this time sitting behind him on the bike?

toji got up, still clutching the book in one hand and made his way to where you were. standing behind you, he rested his palm on the kitchen counter, trapping you between him and the marble surface, letting his body rub against your back.

he felt you inhale sharply. he let his mouth hover beside your ears as he read, "tell me, f/m/c, how bad do you want this?"

his voice made you shudder in place. you looked back at him, not expecting him to be that close.

"what..." you gaze fell to the book he was holding. in his large hands, the book seemed like a pocket bible. well... when it came to mind blowing sex, it was your bible.

"don't get all shy now. i know you like my fist around your throat." toji was only reading what the male protagonist was saying. he had plans for the rest. as he proceeded, he began imitating the actions described in the pages. he let his free hand caress your waist, moving up till it reached your breasts.

"i see you staring at my hands all the time. you like them that much?" he fondled one of them over your bra.

the grip you had on your spatula quivered and you dropped it. you had no words. you were too busy feeling his hands on you.

toji let his fingertips run down your stomach, loving the way you backed into him at the contact. it took no time for him to get hard.

"look at you... so sensitive." oh how glad he was to have spent all those nights recording with you. it gave him a power ready to abuse at any moment.

"i... the book... it's..." you panted.

"yours. no need to lie, sweetheart."

"it's just research... for qu-"

toji slipped his hand inside the flimsy shorts you were wearing the whole day.

"nuh uh. this one's all you."

he had truly mastered delicate touches, something which edged you to a point of absurdity.

"people read... so what." your defence was as weak as a twig.

"i'll stop then..." he was about to take his hands away, when you reflexively grabbed his arm, keeping it in place.

toji smirked.

"alright then... where was i..."

you let a sigh of relief. this was all you'd ever dreamed of. and you were getting it without asking for it. by none other than the menacing hunk of a man that toji was.

toji continued to read lines out loud, his actions dictating each reaction you gave. if he knew it was this easy to get you wet and begging, he'd have done it sooner. he slipped his fingers inside you, one after the other, at a painfully slow pace, dragging the whines out of you. he held back a laugh when you clench your thighs closer. it only motivated him to bully your cunt, speeding up and suddenly slowing down.

"that's a good girl..."

you let out a hearty chuckle, mixed with a long due moan as your head hangs low and forward, you hands gripping the kitchen counter. toji had become completely unpredictable with physical intimacy. you had to give him that. you enjoyed the thrill of it. but you were hardly a saint yourself. you wanted to push his buttons.

"copy cat... can't do a thing without help, can you?"

toji grunted in your ear, his hand squeezing you down there, almost pulling you back into him.

"watch your mouth, princess."

"offended already?" despite the whimpers that spilled out of you, you still had that bratty attitude toji desperately wanted to break. but he knew better than to play your game. he'd lose. so he chose his own route.

he pulled his hand out in an instant, relishing in your groan. before you could retort he snapped the book shut and shoved it between your legs.

"if it falls, you'll having it coming," toji whispered in your ears and left your house...

y/n be like

I love edging u guys... hehehe

[wetsteve3]

[marc--chilton]

hc that wilson never rides bitch with house on the bike not because it exacerbates his anxiety (it does) but because he's more terrified the exhiliration and fear and vibrations will have him pop a boner and there'd be NO WAY house wouldn't know. and he just knows it WOULD happen so he's firm in never touching the thing

[flurmitcraff]

Iskall, in a zombie apocalypse, would be ready and willing to use Etho as bait.

[dayabot]

daya betty dragcon uk 2024 day 1/2

[sparkles-and-trash]

I’m rewatching Bob’s Burgers and I’m having… thoughts

[n1ckelpistol]

Hank's fireblade