Preamble
This is the fifth instalment of my 'Fresh Start' series, following the adventures of my two main characters Chelsea Cartwright and Connor Patterson. In this episode Connor and Chelsea are off to spend the weekend with Connors ex-wife, the actress, Sophie Cruz and her soon to be husband, Sons of Mayhem star, Lance Penning.
Chapter 1
Connor Patterson woke up with a slight hangover. More like dehydration really. The woman lying next to him was still asleep, snoring ever so slightly. She had a pole dancer's body; tall and lithe, with surgically enhanced tits. He couldn't be sure if they'd fucked the previous night or whether they'd just crashed out together. He remembered having sex with several women though and she could easily have been one of them. It had been the first time in a long while that he'd done anything like this. He felt guilty that he'd slipped into his old ways so easily. But then again, he had enjoyed himself.
It had all started the previous morning. He and Lance had left Chelsea and Sophie in L.A. and set off on their motorbikes for a road trip. The plan being to meet up with the girls at a cabin in the mountains the following evening.
What Chelsea and Sophie hadn't known was that Lance had arranged a kind of hen night for Sophie while they were away. Also, that same evening, Lance's 'Sons of Mayhem' friends had arranged a stag night for him. Connor had known about the stag night, but he hadn't quite been prepared for what had gone down.
The 'Sons of Mayhem' film had been a big box office hit and had put Lance on the map as an actor. The producers had tried to give it some gritty authenticity by adding real outlaw bikers to the cast and, with the success of the film, some of them had gone on to achieve minor celebrity status, appearing in spin off films and TV shows, as well as making appearances at ComiCons and the like.
The club the bikers belonged to owned an old fifties style holiday camp in what was now pretty much a wilderness on the way to Nevada. It had once been beside a lake but that had dried up decades ago. The place had fallen into ruin, but with a few alterations and a lick of paint, it was somewhere the club could hold rallies and let off steam without offending anyone. As such, it made the ideal location for Lance's stag night.
Motorcycles, guns, alcohol and women were a heady cocktail and Lance had enjoyed himself to the full. Connor had tried to be a little more restrained. As Lance's 'Best Man' he was, in theory, responsible for getting Lance to the alter the following weekend. Although, if Lance had got into any trouble, Connor wasn't sure what he'd have been able to do about it. The bikers were pretty hardcore and however much he might have aspired to be one, Connor knew he wasn't.
Where all the women came from, Connor wasn't sure. A few were wives or girlfriends, used to the lifestyle, but he wasn't sure about the rest. Some girls were attracted to the 'bad boy' image and liked to party with bikers, but Connor guessed that more than a few had been 'incentivised' to be there, financially or otherwise.
Several of the girls had taken turns to be strapped to a bench and offered to all 'cummers'. They did about an hour each before being untied and replaced by another volunteer. Connor found them difficult to resist. He waited until their time was almost up then took his turn fucking them from behind. For Connor, the sensation of pushing your cock into a cum filled pussy could only be beaten by the rare treat of doing the same into a cum filled ass.
He took another look at the girl sleeping beside him but still couldn't remember her. Then he looked at his watch. It was 08.30. He needed fluid and decided to get up and go in search of some water. Perhaps take a couple of Advil too.
Leaving the one room holiday apartment, he wandered over to the main building, which the bikers had turned into a huge bar. It was a scene of carnage, with people still sleeping where they'd fallen the night before. Not everyone was comatose though. One girl was giving her man head as he lay back on a sofa with his eyes closed. She looked up at Connor momentarily and gave him a salacious smile then got back to the task at hand.
Connor took a couple of bottles of water out of the cooler and headed outside again. He took a long swig from one of the bottles, popped a couple of Advil then checked his phone, only to see that Chelsea had messaged him the previous night. He swore under his breath. What if it had been important?
"
I'm going to join your club tonight. Look out for my audition tape,
" she'd written.
Connor smiled. Chelsea wasn't afraid to try new things and this was one of the things he loved about her. It opened the door to so many possibilities in the future.
Eagerly, Connor used his phone to log into the website of the up-market swinging club run by Chase and Monica Morton. He saw that his profile had been updated to show Chelsea as his partner now. Then the site then alerted him to the fact that she'd shared two videos with him. Connor clicked on the one called "Audition" and skipped through it. It began with Chelsea confidently stating that she was making the video of her own volition then showed her having sex with two guys. Connor instantly recognised Chase Morton as one of them but it took a little longer for him to recognise Kyle Pearson, heir to the Pearson Oil fortune. Connor had fucked both of their wives in the past. Chase's wife, Monica was a dirty little whore in bed, but she only liked men. Taylor, Kyle's wife didn't have such qualms. She was a little more reserved at first, but a real beauty and a genuine treat once you got to know her.
Connor watched the two men fuck Chelsea, Kyle in her pussy and Chase in her ass until they both came inside her. He felt a sense of pride that she'd completed her audition in such style. Then he clicked on the link to other video.
This time it was just Chelsea on her own with another guy, but Connor couldn't tell who. The two of them were alone and the guy filmed Chelsea, POV style, as she first went down on him then let him fuck her. Connor could see that Chelsea was making the video for him to watch. But the way she was with guy showed that she was turned on. Chelsea told the guy to film himself penetrating her and Connor watched as a mystery cock slipped in and out of his fiancΓ©. The guy started slowly but built up momentum until he was fucking her hard and fast. Chelsea frigged her pussy at the same time and brought herself to what looked to be a mind-blowing orgasm.
Afterwards she looked into the camera, directly at him.
"I'm turning it off now," she told Connor, "So that Aaron can finish fucking me how he wants. I'll tell you all about it when I see you tomorrow."
Of course. The mystery cock had belonged to Aaron, Chase's son. He must have been about the same age as Chelsea. Connor felt a tinge of jealousy. He could see that Chelsea had been genuinely enjoying herself. But a tiny bit of jealousy was a good thing, it warded off complacency. Besides, Chelsea was almost ten years younger than Connor. She needed friends her own age.
It was almost nine o'clock now and so he decided to try and give Chelsea a call. He felt his heart rate quicken with anticipation as the phone rang.
"Hi there. I was hoping you'd call," Chelsea answered in her trademark cheeky tone.
"I wanted to check you and Sophie got home safely last night," he told her.
"That's sweet of you. We got back fine," Chelsea replied, then added. "I can't wait to see you this evening."
"Me too."
"Did you see my videos?" she asked hopefully.
"I did and I'm really proud of you."
"I'm glad. I had fun last night."
"You seemed to get on very well with Aaron."
"He was nice, I liked him."
"You know you should see him again," Connor offered. "If you want to that is."
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I mean, you wouldn't mind if I did?"
"Of course not. While you and Sophie are in L.A. I'm going to be alone in the apartment with Presley, so it seems only fair really."
"Thank you Connor. I'd like that," Chelsea responded. Connor could sense the relief in her voice.
"Our night was pretty wild too," Connor admitted then went on to explain what had happened.
"Well just make sure that you're safe to ride today," Chelsea cautioned.