Hog Wild!

 


USAngel gets off the set early enough to go out... a rarity these days... between filming her show... and making wrestling appearance in the evenings... it seems she never has a day off... but tonight she has a chance to have some good old fashioned fun... and be a girl gone wild... in short shorts... tank top... and comfortable crocs... she goes slumming in the nearest bar...

The nearest bar surrounded by hogs... of the motorcycle variety... and what sounds like a real party going on inside... a load of bikers roughhousing... drinking... playing pool and occasionally brawling... the barman happy to let it go on so long as they pay for any furniture they break... appreciating the regular clientele... but giving you a warning look as you come in... "Welcome to Hog Wild's, missy... you might want to find somewhere a bit more sedate..."

USAngel grins and winks... "I'm originally from Texas... I'm use to having a big time... and I've run pool tables twice the size of these... maybe one of these fine..." smirks... "Gentlemen... tehe... would like to give a girl a game..." showing her id... "And get me a cold draft please..."

The barman nodding as the bikers notice you... cheering as you lay some money down on the pool table... one big guy in a leather jacket with the sleeves torn off taking you on in a game... as another lays a friendly hand on your bottom and gives it a squeeze... a trio of girls in the corner looking daggers...

USAngel gives the big guy a wink as she swats the other dude's hand... "Care to sweeten the pot? I saw some pretty nice hogs outside... wouldn't mind a ride like that myself..." grinning as her beer arrives... taking a big swig... and setting it aside before chalking up... "Maybe we could play for your ride... what's your name anyway? I'm Calliope... call me Callie... eight ball’s my game..."

The big man growling... "My name's Bull... and you can play for anything you want, but my hog stays with me... maybe one of the guys will take you on... or maybe we could play for something else..." Giving your bottom a playful smack as the girls stare at you icily... one of them marching towards you...

USAngel grins... as the smack of firm round ass resounds... ignoring the girls... glad no one seems to have recognized her as a television superheroine... enjoying this feeling of being back in her wild days of slipping away from gymnastics camp for some fun... "Well Bull, I was going to suggest a bet like this... I win I get to ride your hog... you win you get to ride me..." not mentioning how well she plays pool as she teases the bear of a man...

Bull laughing as the boys cheer... "Well, what the hell... I guess it ain't permanent either way... you're on..." The girls boiling over... "Like hell..." one of them giving you a shove... "These are our men, blondie... and nobody rides with the Wild Angels without getting initiated... and we're the gals to initiate you..." The boys cheering louder... "Awright... cat fight!"

USAngel stumbles back from the shove... cue stick in hand... glancing at the big man... "You can go ahead and break, Bull honey... this shouldn't take long..." turning back to the girls with a smirk... "If you know the story of the three little pigs you'll know you don't want to do this..."

The three molls snarling as the boys clear a space... one of them swinging a nasty length of chain... aiming it for your ribs... as the other two attack from the other side... fighting as brutally as any of the men would... if not more so...

USAngel puts the training with a staff for her TV show to good use... blocking the chain with one end of the cue in her hands... the smack of the chain not unlike that of Bull’s break as it wraps around the wooden stick... jerking the wielder of the chain off-balance as she thrusts the other end of the cue into the belly of a charging moll... and side kicks at the third...

One of the molls groaning as your knock the wind out of her... another stumbling... dropping the chain and recovering... as the third dodges the sidekick by a hair... aiming a kick of her own... as Bull's voice drifts over... "I potted two stripes... your shot..."

USAngel oophs as she is caught by the counter kick... stumbling backwards... falling against the table... the blunt end of her cue striking the cue ball... sending it careening across the felt... bouncing harmlessly off two bumpers... before she recovers and sends the chain spinning through the air at the legs of this kicking woman with a flick of her stick...

Bull taking his shot... potting one stripe... then another... then a third... missing the fourth... while the kicking moll tumbles to the ground... ankles wrapped in chain... the third grabbing a cue of her own from one of the other tables... aiming it for your belly in a rough swing...

USAngel parries the thrust with the stick in her hands... but not before the end rips away her tank top... leaving her in a flag bra and blue shorts... swinging her cue around and nailing the moll upside her head... knocking her against the table... the stick in her hands striking the cue ball... which actually makes one of the spots before careening into a pocket as well... and Bull declares, “Scratch…”

The molls all out of the action one way or another... even as Bull lines up another stripe... another... and the last... Bull grinning and aiming for the eight ball... your eyes wide as it trundles towards the corner pocket...

USAngel stands there triumphant over the three groaning biker babes on the floor... gulping as Bull calls "corner pocket" with a smirk and sinks the eight ball... the surrounding rabble whooping and hollering... though whether for her victory, Bull's or both is hard to say... standing there gaping... "Er... but I never even got to..."

Bull grins... "A bet's a bet... and you took two shots... plus getting initiated into the Wild Angels... I figure the gals are going to be happy to have you around from now on..."

USAngel is left speechless... staring at Bull wide-eyed as the hands of bikers begin to strip her... pulling the shorts down her powerful little legs... whistling in admiration at her fit form in the flag undergarments as she blinks and steps out of her shorts... her ponytail swishing as she shakes her head... shivering as Bull flicks open his blade...

Bull grinning as he cuts off the bikini first... then the panties... letting them fall to the floor... then grabbing you and sitting you down on the pool table... a couple of the guys grabbing hold of your arms... a couple spreading your legs... as Bull unzips his filthy jeans... to reveal a member seemingly on a par with his hog in size...

USAngel continues to shake her head... but puts up little fight as she is dragged onto the table... seemingly accepting on some level that she lost the bet... her large firm breasts rolling side to side until Bull's hands catch them... squeezing as he moves between her legs... laying his huge throbbing piston across her flat abs as he grins down at her...

The other boys grinning... some watching... some grabbing one of the molls for their own fun... the situation quickly degenerating into an orgy... the barman hurriedly locking the door... even as Bull kneads and mauls your breasts... then thrusts into you... hard... harder even than his opening break...

USAngel squeals like a pig as she is stuck... bucking wildly on the felt-covered slate of the hard table... sweat beading up on her tingling skin as the huge biker has his way with her... realizing she has just become one of the gang... her wild night out having ended up wilder than she imagined... as she gives herself over to the joys of sex... going absolutely hog wild...

One of the girls climbing up onto the table... grinning... the leader of the trio who attacked you... now naked and sweaty herself... grinding her pussy down on your face... smothering you as Bull has his way... "Welcome to the Wild Angels, honey... you're one of us now!"

(May 2009)