Walking into a biker bar with my free use license and taking all the biker guy’s wives and girlfriends right in front of them

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

Finally I had got my free use license after having applied over six months ago. They must have had a lot of applicants of course, which was understandable since this was a license to have sex with any woman at any time.

When it arrived in the post, my heart was near jumping out of my body as I tore open the parcel. I was quick to post a selfie on social media of me holding up my license while wearing a big shit-eating grin.

“Got my free use license, I am going to have some real fun tonight.” I commented.

That one got over a hundred likes and some funny emoticons, though they all seemed to come from my male friends for some reason. My female friends did not approve.

I knew where my first port of call was. There was a biker bar on the outskirts of town called the Double Deuce, and that was where I was headed.

I opened the door and strode right in. Oh this was a biker bar alright. It was filled with huge and tough looking men in leathers and denims. I had always wondered if there was a minimum size requirement for being in a biker gang, since the smallest guy in here seemed to be about six foot two. The drink was flowing, the heavy metal music was playing and I noticed there was a shotgun behind the bar accompanied by a sign that said ‘We don’t call the police around here.’

The biker gang that frequented this place were called the Dogs of Hell, so they clearly thought of themselves as real bad asses.

I got some weird looks because I was only dressed in a jeans and t-shirt and not the regular biker gear, but I was about to get some even weirder looks.

There were some hot chicks in here, thin chicks, big chicks, blonde chicks, all tattoos and big tits. Those tight leather trousers and jeans accentuated some real nice asses, and my cock hard was getting hard just looking.

Who would I choose first? I saw a couple at the bar kissing. The guy had his huge tattooed arms about the woman as they played tonsil hockey. She had long blonde hair that went all the way down her black leather jacket. This one would do.

I walked right up to them. They did not notice me at first as they were sucking the faces off of each other. I unzipped my jeans and unleashed my aching boner out into the open, groaning with relief as it bobbed up and down.

“Hey buddy”, said the bartender, “put that thing back in you pants, we don’t do that in here.”

“You do now”, I said, holding up my free use license, “and you are about to do a whole lot more since I have this.” He held up his hands in acknowledgement. No man could argue with a free use license, not even in a biker bar.

I tapped the blonde on the shoulder and showed her my licence…and my dick.

“Hi how’s it going? As you can see I’m in possession of a free use licence. Could you get down on your knees and wrap those sexy cocksucker lips of yours around my man meat please?”

“What the hell is this?” Exclaimed the biker. He got off the stool and rose to his feet. He towered over me, he must have been about six foot six and looked as if he could bench an eighteen wheeler.

“This here is my wife, we just got married last week, she’s my queen. Nobody talks to her like that, I’m gonna bust you up so bad…”

“Hold on Bear”, the bartender cut in, “man has a free use license, you know the score, all you can do is look on as he has his way with your wife.”