I woke early, maybe around seven. I had a shit, shave and shower, in that order. Sue stirred as I dressed, handing her a towel I suggested she freshen up, much to her delight. She reappeared wearing a tight denim miniskirt and light blue tank top, her protruding nipples making it obvious she was braless. The smell of brewing coffee seemed to alert Matt, or maybe it was Sue shaking him into consciousness. Fresh from the shower, he appeared in the kitchen twenty minutes later just as Sue and I were ready to serve breakfast of bacon and eggs. “Hey! Mate! Just what I need!” He said, we demolishing the food. I told him he'd be lucky to get to town now; we'd be flooded in until at least tomorrow. I told him the pitfalls of the alternative routes, the dirt roads would be in worse state than the main road up here. Still, after a smoke and finishing our coffee, Sue cleaning up, they packed their things and we drove out in my pickup truck. The rain was still falling as drizzle between heavy showers, streams crossing from the hillside making the narrow winding road treacherous in places. At the bottom of the valley the flood signs at the creek showed two metres of water over the ford. I would have said 'told you so' but given the expression on the biker's face I thought it wouldn't be a good idea. We drove back to my place, Matt in a sullen silence, Sue seemed happy about it. Back at the house we offloaded the bike, Matt wanting to inspect it. In daylight we could see the forks were straight, damage mostly to the handlebars, lights and brake handle. Sue went inside while I showed Matt what tools were to hand, then left him at it. In the house Sue had been busy with mop and bucket over the floors, claiming it was just something to do. Later she brought us all coffee, she then joining me sitting on the verandah where I'd been reading. She was standing, leaning over the railing looking out at the bush, mist rising in places far down the valley. I put my book aside, feasting my eyes on her slender legs, taught bum outlined by the tight fitting denim miniskirt and the slender, inviting curve from hips to waist to shoulders, her strawberry locks, now clean and shiny, flowing like waves to three inches below her narrow shoulders. “Mmm, its beautiful.” I said. “Yes, I love the bush like this.” She replied. “I was thinking of your figure.” I grinned as she turned, flattered by my compliment. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” “Maybe, but none as lovely as you sweetie.” She blushed, turning away. “Seriously, its beautiful here.” Sue sighed wistfully. “I love the smell of rain in the bush.” I thought 'I just love the smell of your bush honey' but kept silent. “Its so peaceful... Mmm... I love it here.” “Well, you must come up here again sometime.” I said. “You mean it?” Sue turned again, looking more demure than ever. “You know I'd love to.” She thought a moment then added “But I doubt Matt or the guys would.” “Oh? I think they'd enjoy the ride.” “Not if there's rain forecast.” We laughed. “or at dusk.” Her expression darkened at the memory of their accident. We head the sound of banging coming from the shed. I figured Matt was trying to straighten the handlebars. Good luck mate. I thought. We had lunch around two, Sue helping me make it. We talked over Matt's attempts at fixing his bike. His attitude being if its already broken you can't fuck it any more, so you may as well have a go at fixing it. After lunch he disappeared again, leaving Sue and I to talk, sitting on the lounge on the verandah, watching the rain still bucketing down in torrents. After an hour conversation was replaced by her sitting on my knee, snogging and petting like horny teenagers in lust. Around four in the afternoon Matt appeared, the noise of the rain concealing his approach. “Well, you two seem to be getting along.” He laughed. Startled, we turned guiltily as though caught by a parent. “Not much else to do round here on a day like this mate.” I grinned back. “Yeah.” He said, frustration apparent. “Fuck me. Not even a fucking telly.” “Get us some beers.” I patted Sue's bum as she rose. “You play cards?” “Yeah.” I got a deck. We settled on poker with a deck stripped to seven up as there were only three of us. We played show poker for half an hour. Matt was soon bored of it. “Fancy making it interesting?” He suggested. I shrugged, OK. Sue piped in “We could play strip poker?” “That's not interesting.” Matt replied contemptuously. “I can see your naked slack arse anytime, slut. Lets play for money.” We agreed five dollar minimum and twenty maximum raise. I got five hundred from a drawer that I keep around the house in case my card gets stolen or lost. Matt produced a wad of assorted notes from his pocket giving me change for a couple of fifty's and handed Sue a couple of hundred to play with asserting he'd have it back soon enough. We played until dusk, none of us winning or losing consistently. Sue took a break to make us dinner, more steaks and veggies from the freezer. Around eight the beer ran out. I got a bottle of scotch, having mine slowly, on the rocks with water, Matt having his neat. By ten he was getting drunk and his playing became rash. Steadily the wad of notes built in front of me. Matt produced another, thicker wad and suggested doubling the limit. I agreed, not wanting to piss him off too much by fleecing him. He asked where I'd learnt to play, I told him when I was in the Navy, I spent a couple of months training in the States, learning a lot by losing a pile to some marines. By eleven, on a second bottle of scotch, I had around ten grand in front of me. Matt was down to his last hundred, Sue long since out of the game. We were both pretty pissed now. While Matt had a leak I asked Sue “Does he often play like this? He's lost over ten grand!” She replied “Yeah. They go through thousands some nights. Easy come, easy go. He doesn't like losing, but biker's never welch on a bet.” She smiled “But fuck me, you wouldn't want to be caught cheating.” “Sure.” Matt returned. We played a couple more hands and he was out of cash, but wanted to play the hand he had. He asked me to wait, returning in a moment with a plastic bag of white powder. “This is twenty grand's worth. Hang on to it as surety. Give me five back.” After further discussion it was agreed, though I was decidedly uncomfortable about having anything to do with the substance. Matt won this hand. I started playing badly, allowing him to win back a couple of grand by midnight, he saving face and feeling a lot happier now. I was getting tired of it now. “Shall we make this the last hand?” “OK.” Matt agreed with a burp. “Let's make it for a grand.” I agreed. He dealt. I had two pair and picked up a jack to give me a full house. Feeling the confidence inspired by too much alcohol, we raised the pot twice before seeing him, I winning. He was really pissed off. “One more! One more hand!” He insisted. “Matt, I think you've lost enough already mate.” I replied. “My bike against the stuff man.” “Matt, I'm really not interested in a wrecked Ducati. I don't ride.” I tried to diffuse the situation. “You can keep the stuff.” He looked at Sue who'd been sitting by my side for ages. “You like to ride her.” “What?” I was incredulous. “You can have the slut.” “For the night?” I asked. “No. Have her. For keeps.” He laughed. “Lets play for the chick.” Sue sat closer to me, her fingers stroking my arm. We played, I discarding a pair so that Matt won, getting back his powder. He was on a roll now. “Another hand?” “For the girl again? Why not?” I grinned, thrilled and horrified at the prospect of playing for a person. “You up for it sweetie?” Sue giggled. “Playing for me? Why not?” She snuggled me closer. “What you got?” He asked. “The cash?” “Na, I can get that anytime. Something valuable. Your Audi? The slut for your Audi?” “What!” “You're right. I wouldn't put up five bucks for her. How's about the pickup?” Matt bargained. I felt Sue's warmth against me, smelt her hair, my cock twitching I knew I had to have her. Carried away with the prospect, meeting eyes with Matt I said “No. She's worth the Audi to me. But this is the last hand.” I dealt. Concealing my cards, I picked up three sevens. On the pickup I got a fourth. We looked across the table at each other. “Show” I said, we lay down our cards. He had three jacks. “Enjoy your slut, mate.” Matt rose, stretched, gathering his remaining cash and bag said “Shit that was an alright night after all!” We cleaned up the glasses then I said “Hey, fancy joining me for a ride on my new mount?” He did. I lead them into my bedroom, Sue flopping on the bed. Matt and I hurriedly stripped, the alcohol making us all horny. I bent over pulling off Sue's white knickers. Spreading her legs wide I used my Queen voice “I declare this pussy open.” We laughed. I slipped my cock up her, kissing her mouth passionately, humping furiously for five minutes while Matt lay on his side, on the bed next to us, head propped on his hand, masturbating and watching us. Breathless, I caught his eye. “Fancy a turn while I get me breath?” He did. I withdrew, Matt got into position, pushed it up my newly won trophy, fucking her. Sue was in her element, doing what she loved best. She lay with her head facing me, Matt's buried in her neck sucking it to make her squirm as he humped her. “Ooo yes! Oh I love it!” She said huskily. I leant over, kissed her then whispered in her ear “I'll see you get lots of dicks sweetie. I love gang bangs, don't you?” “Yes! Mmm, dick! Ahh! I love dick! I love being dicked!” She rasped. “My mates are older guys. Do you like fucking older guys?” She giggled “Mmm, old, young, I don't care. As long as they're hard and fill me with lovely hot creamy spunk. Oh! Yeah! Mmm, I don't like little dicks much.” More giggles. “Mmm, big dicks! I love big hard hot cocks!” “Good girl. I'll get you lots and lots of big hard hot cocks to fuck.” I whispered, nibbling her ear as Matt fucked her. She was cuming now. “I love watching you cum. I love watching you getting fucked, that look of lust and joy on your pretty little face as a cock fucks you Honey!” Matt went rigid, obviously pumping her full of his seed. He was done in a minute, rolling off her, laying flat on his back, chest heaving as he recovered his breath. “Your turn mate. Enjoy my slops!” He laughed contemptuously. “I will bro! I fucking love going it slops. Get her hot and wet for it!” I laughed it off, Sue's eager hand gripping my penis like she couldn't get it in her quick enough. Laying down on her, feeling her tank-top I pushed it up around her armpits to feel her nipples against my skin. We kissed then I whispered in her ear “Nice sweetie?” “Mmm, second time's always the best!” She whispered back, her back arching and a shiver down her spine wiggling her pussy on my dick. I slowly humped her that way for five minutes, she squirming as I covered her neck with love bites. “But my sweetie loves it hard too. Fancy a hard fucking?” I asked. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard! I love it hard!” Her eyes blazed as I rose up on my arms, lifting each ankle in turn under my shoulder bending her double. I adjusted my position then slammed it up her, my full weight slapping her buttocks. “Ahh!” she cried out. I loved the sound of it and the wobble that shook her firm little breasts like upturned jellies. Pulling back slowly, just the head in her, our eyes meeting, pausing to build the expectation then slamming it once more in her. Sue's whole body jerked with the force of it, she grunting loudly, then repeating it. This time her thighs trembled also as orgasm erupted in her. When I pulled back, just the head of my cock in her I could feel her vaginal muscles flexing on it. Looking between her legs I could see her ginger haired pussy framed by the denim miniskirt rucked up around her waist. It looked like the puffy swollen labia were tightly stretched lips sucking at my glistening red cock. Thrusting again and again, I watched my cock fucking her cunt. The pauses became shorter, then I was lost in lust, fucking her sweet little cunt as hard and fast as I could, my orgasm fast approaching. Sue's mouth agape, beads of sweat in the valley between her breasts, beads of it on her forehead and little rivulets emerging from her hairline at her temple to flow down her cheek as she craned her head, looking down at my cock thrusting between her thighs. I'd worked up a sweat too, drips falling from my chin to her face, she catching some in her mouth apparently relishing the taste. “I'm cuming!” I announced feeling my orgasm close. “Yes! Cum in me! I want to feel it! Oh God! I love it! Fill me with cum! Fuck me hard and fill my slut cunt with your cum!” Sue spoke through gritted teeth, her own orgasms so intense. The sensation built in my balls, then I jerked into her hard, my penis mashed up against the end of her throbbing four good spurts, emptying my bollocks in waves of pure pleasure. I collapsed on her breathlessly heaving, Sue gripping my hips, nails biting into my flesh, holding my softening cock up her, clinging to me like a drowning person clutching at a life preserver. I felt the waves of her orgasm subsiding, her pussy pulsating slower on my cockshaft, her breathing gasps in my ear. We lay for five minutes recovering then I slowly got up, my cock slipping out of her to drip on the back of her skirt, then laying on my back, she snuggling my chest, her leg over my thigh, stroking me, covering me with little kisses. We lay for a few minutes then I picked her up, carrying her light weight form to the verandah, laying her gently on the couch. It was quiet here now, the rain barely drizzle. I spread her legs to feast my eyes on her sloppy crotch. “God you look beautiful after you've been fucking.” I said. Sue giggled, her eyes flashing expectantly. “Oh, how I love the sight and smell of your cum, my cum, oozing from your satisfied hole.” I rasped, hard the sight of her. My finger stroked her pussy lips as I spoke. “I love your little ginger haired pussy, lips all puffy, like they're wearing lipstick, your clit swollen, bright pink sticking out like a cheeky tongue, just begging to be kissed.” “Ooo you're a dirty bugger!” Sue giggled mischievously. “Kiss me. Pussy wants a kiss.” I went down on her, lapping her gooey cunt, eating what remained of two loads of spunk. Legs spread wide, holding her knees Sue ground her pussy to my face as I sucked her clean, licking the trails off her bum cheeks and puckering anus, then all around her pussy lips and mound before putting my lips to her labia, my tongue on her clit kissing passionately like her sloppy cunt was the mouth of a loved one. Sue seemed to just cum and cum. Eventually I stopped when she got too sensitive and pee'ed in my mouth again. We lay cuddling. “So, now you've won me, what're you gonna do with me?” She inquired teasingly. “Keep you I suppose...” I flashed her a grin seeing her eyes sparkling at the prospect. “As long as you're a good girl.” “I've always been a naughty girl. What do good girls do?” She asked putting on a little girl voice. “Good girls do as they're told.” I said sternly. “They keep their man happy. They look after him; keep him warm at night. If they're very good, he lets them play out.” I flashed a wicked grin, patting her thigh then stroking it softly. “What do they play?” Sue asked demurely. “They play fucking games of course.” We laughed. “You like fucking games, don't you?” She agreed to more laughs then I added “Seriously, you'll be my ticket into swinging parties where you'll be a star attraction. Lots of horny husbands to fuck.” I kissed her ear as she snuggled me closer. “Sometimes I'll let you go out, fuck around and bring me back your wet pussy to eat while you tell me what you've been up to.” “Mmm, that sounds like fun.” Sue kissed me. “And sometimes we'll organise some guys to come for a gang bang. How many do you like?” “Depends. Six is good if they're big.” She giggled. “I did fifteen or more before, I'm not sure 'cause some of 'em did me more than once; but that was also bukake. Does that count?” “You like bukake?” “Only if I get some fucking too. I like being fucked while I suck best.” She giggled. “They don't call me Spitroast Sue for nothing.” “Sometimes I'll want to parade you in public wearing cum-soaked panties, cum stains on your skirt and trails down your thighs, maybe cum on your face and hair. You up for slutty exhibitionism?” She nodded. “And most of the time, you'll just be fucking me. We'll get lots of toys to keep your pretty little cunt happy eh?” “Yeah. I like the sound of you playing with toys in my cunt.” She smiled. “If you're a naughty girl I'll spank you.” She giggled. “I promise I'll be naughty too.” “And if you're a bad girl I'll let you go.” The last I said sternly. “I don't want to be a bad girl!” Sue snapped out of it, concern in her voice, her hand grasping mine. “What do bad girls do?” “Bad girls don't do as they're told. They fuck without asking first and fuck the wrong men bareback. They get pregnant to other men.” I said sternly. “I promise I'll be a good girl.” Sue said eager to please. “I know you will. Now, off to bed. We better get some shuteye.” I would have fucked her again but I didn't have it in me to keep it hard after so much activity in two days. I'm forties, not a teenager after all. I carried her to the spare room, we sleeping together in the single bed. In the morning we showered together. Drying each other off I said to Sue “Wear your miniskirt.” She picked it up. “Er, it needs a wash.” She replied. “No. Wear it. I like to see you in cum soaked knickers, stained skirts, dribbles down your thighs. Its erotic.” “Yes Bob.” She agreed. “Oh, and when we're alone, or I tell you to, please call me master.” I said, my eyes fixing on her, testing her. “Yes Master.” She replied at once, her training now underway. “Fix us breakfast.” I commanded. “Yes Master.” She skipped off gaily to the kitchen. Matt was up too. We had a lazy breakfast then sat around playing cards. I won another couple of hundred over the course of five hours. The rain had long since stopped, but we needed to wait for the creek to recede. Late afternoon we loaded the bike on the truck. I drove us back to Sydney, dropping by the biker's clubhouse. After many locks and bolts were opened the truck was admitted to a courtyard and unloaded. Matt introduced me to a few of his bros, we having a beer while Sue quickly packed her things, stashing two bags in the back, then I drove her off to my place to begin her new life. As I said, that was five years ago. She's well trained now, always fucks who she's told to, promoted from slave to slave-girlfriend and I'm toying with promoting her to slut-wife. My own, real trophy slut-wife.