Bred by the Biker Gang: Better Off Bred, #5

By J.D. Masterly

Her twisted fantasy: to get taken and bred by a rough-riding biker gang! Hatching her plan, she recruits the Rebel Thunder gang to 'kidnap' her for a weekend-long gangbang, while her husband watches. And best of all, she's not on birth control! Note: this is a consensual BDSM role-playing story, acting out the main character's fantasy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.D. Masterly
• Release date: Aug 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005577391

J.D. Masterly

I write sizzling hot erotica about people who just wanna fuck! Whether you like threesomes, foursomes, group sex, gangbangs, bondage, partner swapping, hot wife, impregnation, free use, public sex, or all the above, I've probably got some stories for you. I also like messy sex. The messier the better. To be blunt, I write stories with spunk!

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Bred by the Biker Gang

I HAD A twisted fantasy. I wanted to get fucked, used, and passed around by a rough-riding biker gang. But more than that, I wanted to get bred by them.

That had been a fantasy of mine for years, even before I met Doug. And it was still my fantasy two years after we married. I never imagined I would be able to live out my fantasy, but I certainly dreamed about it.

As much as I loved Doug, I didn’t want to have his baby. It’s weird, I know, but I guess it was just biology talking. He was a great guy—sweet, and funny, and smart. But he didn’t have the best genes. He suffered numerous physical ailments, all genetic, and few men in his family lived past sixty. He might get lucky, sure, but I didn’t want my child to suffer the same. No mother wants her child to suffer.

Of course, he wanted to have kids. We both did. We could easily have gotten donor sperm and paid for IVF, expensive though it was, but I kept coming back to my twisted fantasy.

It was late July when I discovered a friend of mine knew a couple girls in a biker gang called Rebel Thunder. I was nervous, to say the least, but I asked my friend if she would introduce me.

I met them in the roadhouse where the gang hung out, a few miles outside of town on an old state highway. It was exactly how you’d picture a biker gang roadhouse: bikes and pickups in the dirt parking lot, a southwestern saloon vibe, and an interior with a huge bar, pool tables, dart boards, country music, and neon signs for the brews on tap.

I danced around the subject at first, but the two young women, Jessie and Savannah, put me at ease. The drinks helped, too. Eventually, I explained my fantasy, my husband’s situation, and how I wanted to get knocked up getting—quite literally—gangbanged.

Jessie and Savannah listened as I explained, their expressions going from disbelief to skepticism, then to wry grins. Both were beautifully tattooed: guns, roses, skulls, motorcycles, wings, the whole bit. Jessie wore a cutoff T-shirt, leather jacket, and leather pants, and Savannah a leather halter top and torn denim jeans.

You’re serious, aren’t you? Jessie asked. She and Savannah exchanged glances. We’ll have to talk it over with the guys.

And the other girls, too, Savannah said, brushing a hand through her wavy blonde hair. We’ll be asking their boyfriends to fuck another chick, after all.

Jessie shrugged. They’ll go for it. Then she looked back to me. And you’re sure you want this?

I nodded. "Definitely. It’s my biggest fantasy."

Jessie and Savannah told me they’d get back to me next week.

I waited with breathless anticipation through the entire week. I finally got a text message from Jessie. OK, her message said simply. Let’s meet and work out the details.

I met with Jessie and Savannah again, along with the Rebel Thunder’s leader, Hawk. Jessie was apparently his girlfriend. Hawk was a big guy, and your classic biker: leather jacket with Rebel Thunder’s insignia and colors, a thick, medium length beard, sunglasses, tattoos, and a bandana covering his head.

He made me confirm that I really wanted to go through with it. Then he told me his boys were up for it, and the girls had also agreed. In fact, everyone thought it was pretty fucking hot.

Over the next few hours, we hashed out the plan. I didn’t