Hell Bent for Leather with Kelli Berglund, Olivia Holt and Paris Berelc

[TheLW]

Hell Bent for Leather
With Paris Berelc
Written by TheLW
Codes: Alcohol, Anal, Blowjobs, Cheating, MF, MMF
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
A/N Note: I originally started writing this story, back when she was dating Jack Griffo, hence why they are a couple in this story, hopefully, this won’t be a problem for people reading it.


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(The pix that inspired this story)

It was a hot summer night in the City of Angels, and Paris Berelc found herself walking down the streets of downtown Los Angeles with her boyfriend Jack Griffo. The couple slowly made their way to a nearby bar, which they’d been to a few times in the past, due in part to the several pool tables at the establishment.

Inside the building, the air was thick with the clatter of pool balls, and the hum of conversation filled the dimly lit bar, as Paris found herself picking up yet another win over her boyfriend. A short time later, a group of bikers caught her attention from across the hall, before confidently approaching the rugged group of guys, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Mind if I join?” Paris asks with a wicked grin.

“Well, darlin’,” one of the bikers says as he introduces himself as Snake “...How could I possibly say no to a pretty little thing like you.”

With the table set, Paris lines up the cue ball, before bending over and in doing so, grinding her ass across the man she just met, as she breaks the racked balls, sending them all over the table, even managing to drop the four ball.

“And who might those guys be?”

“That there is Axel,” Snake says pointing to a bald man with a flame tattoo covering the top of his head, “... that other guy is Stacks, he’s our money guy.”

“Hence the name Stacks?”

“Beauty and brains, a deadly combination,” Snake says to her.

Paris leans over the table, lining up her shot before sinking the five ball into the upper right-hand corner pocket. She then looks to do the same with the two ball, however, she misses the shot, as it ricochets off the side of the table. Snake then takes his turn dropping the nine ball, before following it up with both the twelve and fifteen balls, in quick succession.

"You're pretty good at this," the actress says with a flirtatious smile.

As the game progressed, Paris seamlessly integrated herself into the group, as she continued exchanging playful banter and teasing glances with the group of men, despite her boyfriend being a mere few feet away.

“Come on babe,” Jack says to his girlfriend “...we should get going.”

“What’s your rush?” Paris answers back “...I want to stay, I’m having a great time with my new friends.”

With that Jack attempts to make a move, as he reaches out to grab Paris by the arm, however, both Axel and Stacks push him into a nearby chair, before threatening to kick his ass, if he tries to do it again. Paris Berlec's moves around the pool table were as fluid as her flirtatious remarks, while at the same time, Jack looked on scared.

"You aren't too shabby, but I'm the queen of this table," the young woman says as she sinks a few more balls into the side pocket of the pool table.

"Confidence suits you, sweetheart," Snake told her.

Over the next forty-something minutes, the group would play a few more rounds, and pound back their fair share of alcohol, as Paris and her new friends were having a great time.

Unfortunately for Jack though, things were about to take a turn for the worse, when he noticed one of the bikers had grabbed a handful of his girlfriend's ass, not that Paris seemed to care mind you, as he once again attempted to get his partner's attention. As Jack would soon find out though, the two bikers were serious when they threatened him earlier in the night, because Axel drove a fist into his gut, just as he doubled over, Stacks caught him with a boot straight to the face, causing Jack to drop to the floor.

Seeing what just happened, Paris thought about getting in between them to intervene, but she was already drunk, and truth be told thought it was kind of hot seeing them kick her boyfriend's ass. Paris would feel a rush of excitement pulsate throughout her body, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was watching them beat up her wimp of a boyfriend, or maybe a combination of both, but there was no denying that at this moment she was extremely turned on, and horny as fuck.

Several minutes later, Jack Griffo started to come too, and with somewhat hazy vision, saw his girlfriend down on her knees, as a wad of spit came flying out of the young Filopina’s mouth, landing on the bulbous prick of the man named Axel. Soon after, she would start alternating between the three bikers, as she sucked and jerked off the three men.

Paris loved that Jack treated her like a princess, she really did, but sometimes she just wanted to be used like a filthy little slut. Which was why she loved every second of the wanton action that she was partaking in, as she worked her magic over the three bikers.

With tears in his eyes, Jack watched on as Paris pumped her right hand over the base of Stacks shaft, at the same time she moved her lips from around Axel's cock, and turned her oral skills towards Snake, bobbing her head back and forth over his man meat. It wouldn't take long until Stacks himself was getting the wicked blowjob treatment from Paris Berelc, as she sucked on his balls, before running her tongue on the underside of his prick and taking him into her cock hungry mouth.

At some point, Snake would grab a handful of Paris' dark ravened hair, pull her to her feet, and bend her over the billiards table, before undoing her jean shorts and pulling them down around her ankles. Snake would momentarily take in the sight in front of him, after all, he had to admit to himself that this chick was a total babe, but only momentarily because he would soon find himself inside of her soon-to-be well-used pussy.

With that said Snake wasted very little time as he would thrust in and out of the Filopina babe, working his hips back and forth, as he continued to slide in and out of her. Snake would quicken the pace, as he persistently plunged into Paris Berelc's snatch, pull out and slam back in, giving the actress everything he had.

At one point Paris would look back at the man with a devilish grin running across her face, before openly admitting in front of everyone, including Jack himself, that the biker was fucking her better than her boyfriend ever had, much to the delight of Snake. Hearing that, only made Snake want to fuck Paris harder than he already was, and that's just what he did, as he grabbed a handful of hair, and yanked her head back, all the while continuing to hammer away at her pussy.

"God, that feels so good," Paris cries out as a moan escapes her lips.

"I bet you wanted this from the start," Snake tells her "...from the moment you walked over here, you wanted to be treated like a slut."

"Yes," Paris moans out in pleasure "...God yes."

Snake had to admit to himself, that this Paris bitch had an incredible pussy, and it felt good wrapped around his cock, so good in fact that he found himself throbbing, before unleashing a torrent of cum into her well fucked cunt, and in doing so giving the slut her first load of the night.

As things progressed, Snake would pull out of Paris as jiz oozed out of her snatch, and turn his attention towards Jack, as the biker would shit talk the guy, telling him that his girlfriend was their slut, that she was their property, and that they owned her ass now.

Meanwhile, as this was happening, Paris would find herself on top of Stacks who was lying on the pool table, as she bucked her hips in an up and down motion, riding his schlong, just as Axel walked up behind her, ready to take her oh so fuckable asshole. Seconds later, Paris would find herself getting pushed towards the table, with the two bikers now tag-teaming her, Stacks buried deep in her well-used pussy, while Axel had his rock-hard cock inside of her asshole.

Paris Berelc found herself sandwiched between the two rugged bikers and she was loving every second of it, she craved it, she needed it, and she was being treated the way she wished her loser boyfriend would treat her, like a cheap whore for men to use for their pleasure.

The two men would aggressively attack Paris Berelc's sex holes, as they pounded away at both her vagina and bunghole with their candle wicks. At one point, Paris and the two bikers would get a pretty good rhythm going as they relentlessly slid in and out of her, as the bar filled with the smell of their sex, and Paris' moaning echoed throughout the pool hall.

"So good," Paris says as she lets out a whimper.

"You like that," Axel starts to tell her "...Maybe when we're done, we bring you back to the clubhouse. Maybe when we're done, we let the rest of the boys have their way with you. After all, we own you now."

God hearing that, Paris thought to herself "...I do love the sound of that." Truthfully though, Paris hadn't given her boyfriend a second thought, not since the two men that were currently fucking her, kicked his ass earlier in the night. The fact of the matter was she had already made the conscious decision, that when she left this bar, Jack Griffo was going to be her ex-boyfriend.

Paris Berelc continued to get rocked back and forth between the two men, as Axel would give her bouncing ass, one hard slap after the other, as Paris begged him to slap her backside harder. As that was happening, Stacks was gyrating his hips in an upward motion, enthusiastically ramming his pecker into the women's neatly trimmed love mound.

"Ugh, fuck." Paris couldn't help but let a shriek out, as a shiver ran up her spine causing her to tremble, due to the intense orgasm these men gave her, as she coated Stacks cock with her sweet nectar juice. She wasn't the only one to come though, as the man known as Axel had reached his breaking point as well, managing to pull out, the man with the flame tattoo on his head, covering Paris' lower back as his semen splashed across it.

A moment later, Paris found herself lying back first on the pool table, legs up in the air, as Stacks pulled her close to him, he piledrove into her snatch steadily. Much like with Axel, Stacks was nearing his climax and it didn't take long until Paris' already cummed filled pussy, had her second load of baby batter surging through her well fucked cunt.

After everything that went down, the bikers and their new slut got dressed again before they could leave, however, Paris looked at Snake before turning her attention to Jack, telling him that he was pathetic and that she was dumping his sorry ass. With that, Paris would then walk over to Snake and wrap her arm around him, as she left the bar with her new friends, who had promised to bring her to their clubhouse and introduce her to some more of their friends. The fact was, even Paris had to admit to herself that she was indeed their property now and that she wouldn’t want it any other way.

To Be Continued

[TheLW]

Hell Bent for Leather #2
With Kelli Berglund, Olivia Holt and Paris Berelc
Written by TheLW
Codes: MMMFF+, MF, 69ing, Blowjob, Drugs
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


Three weeks had passed since that fateful night in the dive bar, and Paris Berelc had transformed completely. The sweet, girl-next-door actress who once let her boyfriend treat her like fragile porcelain was gone. In her place rode a leather-clad vixen who belonged to the Iron Vipers MC, body, mind, and dripping-wet soul. She spent her days on the back of Snake’s Harley, her arms wrapped tight around his waist, and her nights getting passed around the clubhouse like the club’s favorite party favor. Jack Griffo was ancient history, she hadn’t even really checked her phone since the night she walked out on him. Why would she? The bikers gave her everything she craved, rough hands, thick cocks, and zero apologies.

Tonight, Paris had a special surprise planned. She’d texted her old friend Olivia Holt earlier that afternoon: Wear something slutty. I’m picking you up at 8. Trust me, you’re gonna thank me later. Olivia, always the curious one with a hidden wild streak, had shown up in a tiny black crop top that barely contained her perky tits, a pleated leather mini-skirt that rode high on her toned thighs, and thigh-high boots. She looked nervous but excited as she climbed into Paris’s cherry-red Mustang.

“You’re really not gonna tell me where we’re going?” Olivia asked, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt as they sped down the freeway toward the industrial outskirts of Los Angeles.

Paris grinned, one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on Olivia’s bare knee. “It’s the Iron Vipers clubhouse. My new family. You said you wanted to live a little, right? Tonight’s your initiation, Liv. Just relax and let it happen. I promise you’ve never felt anything like it.”

Olivia swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing. She’d heard the rumors, whispers about Paris ditching Jack for a biker gang, about wild parties and even wilder nights. Part of her had been jealous. Now she was about to find out if the stories were true.

The clubhouse was an old warehouse converted into a biker den, chain-link fence, a flickering neon sign reading “VIPERS ONLY,” and a row of gleaming Harleys parked out front like chrome soldiers. Heavy metal thumped from inside, mixing with raucous laughter and the occasional shouting. Paris killed the engine, grabbed Olivia’s hand, and pulled her toward the heavy steel door.

“Ready?” Paris whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Olivia nodded, heart hammering.

The door swung open and the smell hit them first, cigarette smoke, motor oil, cheap whiskey, and raw sex. The main room was dimly lit by red bulbs and a few flickering TVs showing porn on mute. A dozen or so bikers lounged around, tattoos snaking over muscled arms, cuts patched with skulls and serpents. But Olivia’s eyes locked instantly on the bar.

Bent over the polished wooden counter, completely naked except for a pair of black stilettos, was Kelli Berglund. Paris’s old co-star from their Disney days, was getting fucked mercilessly from behind by a burly biker with a handlebar mustache and a “Prospect” patch. His hips slammed forward with brutal, rapid thrusts, his thick cock disappearing balls-deep into Kelli’s shaved pussy with wet, obscene slaps. Kelli’s tits swung heavily beneath her, nipples hard as bullets. One hand gripped the edge of the bar while the other held a rolled-up hundred-dollar bill to her nose. She snorted a long, thick line of white powder off the counter, her body jerking violently with each thrust.

“Oh my God...” Olivia said, freezing in the doorway. Her eyes went wide, mouth falling open. “That’s... that’s Kelli? Holy shit, Paris, what the fuck?”

Kelli lifted her head just enough to spot them, eyes glassy and wild from the coke and the pounding. A sloppy grin spread across her face as another hard thrust made her moan loud enough to cut through the music. “H-hey... Liv... fuck, yes, right there, prospect!” She pushed her ass back greedily, snorting another quick bump before the biker grabbed her hips and railed her even harder.

Paris laughed, low and throaty, squeezing Olivia’s hand. “Told you it was wild. Kelli got initiated two weeks after me. She’s been a total cum-dump for the club ever since. Loves the coke, loves the cock. You’ll see.”

Before Olivia could respond, Snake appeared from the shadows, his bearded face splitting into a smile. Axel and Stacks flanked him, along with three more patched members, Razor (lean and scarred, with a razor-blade tattoo on his neck), Tank (a massive Black bear of a man with arms like tree trunks), and Diesel (tattooed, mohawked, and already palming the bulge in his jeans).

“There's my favorite club whore,” Snake growled, yanking Paris into a deep, tongue-heavy kiss right in front of everyone. His hand slid under her leather skirt and squeezed her bare ass. Paris moaned into his mouth, grinding against him shamelessly.

When he broke the kiss, Snake eyed Olivia up and down like fresh meat on the grill. “And you must be the new girl. Paris says you’re ready to learn what it means to be Viper property.”

Olivia’s voice cracked. “I... I don’t know if...”

“You don’t have to know,” Paris cut in, stepping close and cupping Olivia’s face. “You just have to feel. Trust me, Liv. Once they start, you won’t want them to stop.” She kissed Olivia softly at first, then deeper, sliding her tongue in while the bikers watched with hungry grins. Olivia whimpered, surprised by how wet she already was.

Snake clapped his hands. “Back room, boys. Blondie needs the full initiation. Six of us should do it for starters.”

The group moved as one, guiding the two actresses down a narrow hallway lined with framed photos of past club runs and half-naked club sluts. The back room was a converted storage space turned fuck den, black leather couches, a king-sized mattress on the floor covered in stained sheets, a mirrored wall, and a metal rack of toys and restraints. Dim red lights and a faint haze of weed smoke hung in the air. The door closed shut behind them, locking with a heavy bolt.

Paris wasted no time. She peeled off her tight tank top, letting her full, perky breasts bounce free, nipples already stiff. “Strip, Liv. Show them what they own now.”

Olivia hesitated only a second before the heat in the room, and the way all six men were staring, won out. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop, revealing a tiny black thong already soaked through. Her crop top followed. The bikers whistled and catcalled as both girls stood there in nothing but heels and tiny panties.

“On your knees, sluts,” Axel ordered.

Paris dropped first, pulling Olivia down beside her. The six bikers formed a loose circle, unzipping and pulling out their cocks, thick, veiny, already rock-hard and dripping precum. Snake’s was the biggest, a heavy nine inches with a slight upward curve. Tank’s was the thickest, like a beer can. The others ranged from six to eight inches, all menacing and ready.

Paris took Snake into her mouth first, swallowing him to the hilt with practiced ease while her hand pumped Stacks beside her. Olivia, eyes wide but breathing fast, tentatively wrapped her lips around Razor’s cock. The taste of him made her moan. Paris reached over, guiding Olivia’s head deeper. “That’s it, baby. Suck it like you mean it. These cocks own us now.”

For the next twenty minutes the room filled with wet slurping sounds, gagging, and deep masculine groans. The girls alternated, passing cocks between them like shared toys. Paris deepthroated Tank until her mascara ran, then offered his spit-slick shaft to Olivia, who tried, and succeeded, in taking half of it down her throat. Cum and drool coated their chins and tits. Kelli’s distant moans from the main room drifted in, only making everything hotter.

“Enough warm-up,” Diesel growled. He grabbed Paris by the hair and tossed her onto the mattress on all fours. “Time to break in the new bitch properly.”

Olivia was pulled on top of Paris in a sixty-nine position, their faces buried between each other’s thighs. Paris immediately started licking Olivia’s soaked pussy while Tank slammed into Paris from behind, stretching her cunt wide. Olivia cried out as Razor mounted her in the same way, his cock spearing her tight pussy in one hard thrust

“Oh fuck, fuck, he’s so big!” Olivia wailed, her voice muffled against Paris’s clit.

The other four bikers stroked themselves, waiting their turn, occasionally slapping their cocks across the girls’ faces or feeding them precum.

The pace turned savage. Tank and Razor fucked the two actresses in perfect sync, hips slamming, balls slapping against soaked flesh. Paris and Olivia came almost together, shuddering, squirting, tongues still working each other’s sex holes. The men didn’t stop. Axel took over for Tank, flipping Paris onto her back and folding her legs over his shoulders so he could pound her even deeper. Stacks claimed Olivia the same way, making her tits bounce wildly with every thrust.

“Tell them, Liv,” Paris panted between moans. “Tell them you’re their whore now.”

“I, I’m your whore!” Olivia screamed as Stacks hit her G-spot. “Use me... fuck me like a slut!”

Snake grinned. “Good girl. Now take two at once.”

They rearranged. Paris was lifted and impaled on Snake’s cock in cowgirl while Axel slid into her ass from behind, double-penetrating her with practiced brutality. Olivia was placed in the exact same position on Tank and Diesel, Tank’s massive dick stretching her pussy, Diesel claiming her tight little asshole. The two girls faced each other, tits pressed together, mouths locked in sloppy kisses while the four men railed them mercilessly.

The remaining two, Razor and Stacks, stood on either side, feeding their cocks into the girls’ mouths whenever they could. The room echoed with flesh slapping flesh, wet squelching, and the girls’ broken, ecstatic moans.

Paris came again, hard, her pussy and ass clenching around the two cocks inside her. Olivia followed seconds later, squirting around Tank’s girth and soaking the mattress. The men rotated every few minutes, ensuring every hole got used by every cock. Paris took a triple penetration at one point, Snake in her pussy, Razor in her ass, and Stacks down her throat, while Olivia was passed around, each biker taking a turn filling her with cum, as they pulled a train on her.

By the two-hour mark, both girls were glazed. Thick ropes of semen dripped from their pussies and asses, coated their faces and tits, and matted their hair. Paris had swallowed three loads, Olivia had taken two down her throat and one across her pretty face. The final round was a free-for-all, the six bikers standing in a circle around the two cum-soaked sluts on their knees, jerking the last of their loads onto them. Hot spurts painted Paris’s tongue, Olivia’s forehead, their heaving breasts, until both girls were literally dripping with Viper seed.

When it was over, the men stepped back, zipping up their pants with satisfied grunts and slaps on the girls’ asses.

Snake crouched down, tilting Paris’s chin up. “She’s official now. Welcome to the family, Olivia.”

Paris laughed breathlessly and leaned in to kiss her, sharing the taste of six different loads. “I told you. We’re property now, Liv. And it feels so fucking good.”

The two club sluts stayed on the mattress a while longer, licking each other clean while the bikers cracked open fresh beers and congratulated themselves on another successful initiation. Outside, Kelli’s moans were still echoing, another night just getting started at the Iron Vipers clubhouse.

Both Olivia Holt and Paris Berelc had never felt more alive.

To Be Continued