The first office is a tale builder and beginning to a series, it's filled with a few childhood drama ; that build the character reference of my later story visibility.
It may not be to everyone's liking, but each level needs a start.
Bare with it, the sex scenarios begin after this chapter.


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From my early childhood, I had been fascinated with the rogue element of society.
Be it rogue motorbike gangs, Latin ring or African American English gangs ; silly I know.
Maybe these juju or phantasy stem from abuse at the manpower of my prompt family or it was always there.

I grew up in a locality that had a Biker gang and as long as I can recollect, they never did anything wrong.
As five year old I used to sticky schnoz and sit outside the headquarters, hoping one day to be ridden around the neighborhood on the back of one.

They were always favorable to me and my a great deal older brother ; in fact my pal would do errands for them.
Like go to the shops, bring back a paper bag of shopping etc.
Thanks to my brother, my dream came true.
As I was small-scale they had me perched on the tank of the bicycle not the rear.
It was such a buzz ; I mentioned it the next day at school at show and tell.

It was my day-to-day ritual as a five to six year old, to hang outside the clubhouse ; and hope to get a ride.
Some sidereal day I got my wish, but other days I just got a wave.

By the time I was eight I was getting ride on the rear of the cycle and hugging my passenger as we cruised around the block.
I was on swarm nine, the kids at school reckoned I was telling Trygve Lie ; until one day we cruised by a few of them.

At shoal, no one messed with after that ; even though they did n't anyway.
My Dad did n't mind nor handle, as long as I did n't get hurt or they did n't ride to fast.
He did n't know my Brother was their gopher, though.



At home things weren't so good.
Mum and Dad started arguing, it was about finances I think.
My Brother moved out when I was nine, and Mum went and found herself a part-time job at a local Clothing factory.
The statement stopped ; at least I couldn't hear any.

She started body of work before I was due home from piece of work and finished, when I was in bed.
Dad was getting overtime and would come home until dark.

So with my brother out of the word picture, they asked my Uncle ( Steve ) to look after me.
Up until then, I rarely saw my Uncle ; and now I was seeing him after school each day.
He would stay and give Tea with Dad, then leave for his home.


affair seemed to settle down for the next few months.
Steve would watch Bugs Bunny and toon with me, before starting to hold our Tea.



Dad was coming home totally bushed and would pass out sometimes on the couch ; after his twelve hour shift.



It was sometime during the side by side year, that things went pear-shaped.
I was ten close to eleven, when Uncle Steve finally tricked then forced himself on me.
With no one to help me, I was at his mercy.

I have vague memories of this clock time, but I will never forget the pain in the ass and the parentage of the showtime time he molested me.
Almost instantly I withdrew from hoi polloi and wasn't my rule self.
It didn't stop him, continually molested me casual during the school week.

This went on ; for well over a year.


Dad blamed my genial State Department on the fact I used to worship the rockers, and now I wasn't mixing with them.
Steve was still molesting me, throughout this time.
The school advised my mum to look for counseling, for me.
We couldn't afford it so, nothing was done.


I don't think too much of those years, only in blurs and flash ; maybe trauma.



matter didn't change until one day when ; Dad came home early from work.
He stood take aback, as he witnessed me bent over the couch arm and Steve fucking me.


Dad grabbed hold of him, and threw him against the wall.
Things smashed.
Steve tried to charge me but Dad wasn't having any of that, and beat him senseless.

They fought all over the house, until the police came.
The house was trashed.
Both Dad and Uncle Steve were arrested.



From then on, Dad stopped working over time ; and I had to try pro counseling.
I was placed on anti-depressants for about three months ; as I was in a dark space mentally.


Uncle Steve was not welcomed in our theater from then on.


I had lost two years out of my childhood and now I was twelve ; with a few genial emergence but on improving.
So now after school, I was told to go to a friend of mine's house ( Julie ) ; and wait for Dad to clean me up.

When things in my head returned to normalcy and my smile returned, I was allowed to return to my old number ; of hanging out near the Biker Clubhouse.

They were my new sitter, Dad would regorge his car car horn and then I would wave goodbye to them.


Arguments returned to the menage and by the time I was thirteen, my parents had separated and were divorced.


Unluckily, I was made to stay with Mum.

I was always a Daddy's girl, before my Recent epoch trauma ; now Dad was gone.

Once Mum forced Dad out of the painting, she started doing her own thing ; and her interior demons were finally released.
Her demons were called ; Vodka and slot machines.



This is where my chronicle begins.

One issuance wasn't the reason my parent divorced, be it my molestation at the hands of my uncle, which resulted in my female parent drinking vodka or the constant money problems, which weren't helped by her habituation to slot machines ; probably both don't help.

I blamed myself at the time.


One weekends I stayed with Dad, but briefly as he moved into Department of State and I contact with him.

The meds I was prescribed to battle my trauma and depression ; made me zombie like and helped me mix up consequence and times.


On a plus incline or veto incline, I was taken of these meds after three months.
I was thirteen and suddenly I was out of my drug controlled like ; but I was always horny.

I couldn't beat the urge to constantly need to feel myself ; be it at plate or in category or bed.
The pauperization to rub my clit was overwhelming for the first few calendar month ; after I came of my meds.

Mum was disgusted in me, and told me to do that in my room.
She would then go on one of her usual drunk rants, until I left her alone in the lounge.
At the clock time I thought Mum gave me license, to do it in my room.
Deep down, my own monster were surfacing ; I thought there was something incorrect with me.


In form, I didn't see anyone else doing what I couldn't aid doing.
I'd be arching my neck backwards with my eyes closed ; as I fingered myself and moaning as I cum.
My fellow year mates would snicker amongst themselves ; as they knew what I was getting up too.

I would feel so embarrassed so after, as I could see them staring at me and giggling.

"Gee does she take a boyfriend badly ”, I heard person say, one time.
They giggled even more amongst themselves.



I spent more fourth dimension in grade with my fingerbreadth in my wet snatch, biting my low-pitched lip to stop me from screaming out ; then school subject field ; and it showed in my failing grades.

My scanty would always be wet and soiled, throughout the day.

Sometimes I would cum so hard, my legs would flick straight person and I would kick the chair in figurehead of me.

It seemed because of my desire to get off ; I was the stooge of everyone's jokes.
"Smell that, somebody's snatch juice are ripe ”.
"Something smells Pisces the Fishes around her ”.

It seemed the only sentence I wasn't fingering myself was in classes I liked.

After my first-class honours degree few times of having orgasm ; I would sense then gustation my fingerbreadth afterwards.
Smelt a bit like a messy tuna sandwich, but the taste was something peculiar and I had yet to figure out.


I was eventually was busted in class one day doing exactly that, by one of the bitchiest girls.
"Ew, yuck ”, She, howled out.
That girl got me hold and a monition from my twelvemonth co-coordinator.


My household was nonadaptive and almost unbearable.
One on side there was me constantly playing with myself without precaution and then there was my female parent on the early ; constantly wasting money on slot motorcar and drunk.

I was happiest after shoal, she was at oeuvre and I could strip off and do whatever I wanted ; and I did.


Mum's money problem became an issue and we began to travel around a lot ; almost every few calendar month due to her problem.

We ended up settling in a rocky neighborhood, which was not a good country for a 14 class old ; to walk the streets alone.

Mum didn't care, she only cared for herself ; and some weeknights I never saw her.
When I did we would fight back as she was drunk and always argumentative.

This is probably, how my Mum and Dad were like before ; but Dad wasn't here now to hock up her rubbish.

My answer would be to surprise off and out of the house, for long walks.
I can't wait to be active to out.


We had no TV now, as Mum hocked it off ; so it was boring at home.
Mum also rarely bought me new clothes, and sometimes didn't remember to do the washing.
At clock time I wore smelly and soiled clothes to school.

Over sentence my urge to feel myself wasn't as great but was still there.
After school I would still strip and take the air the house naked and eventually feel myself, in the couch on our couch.
I would have a pocket-sized nap and then wearing apparel ; and explore the neighborhood.


I had no supporter nearby, so in this neighborhood I was a stranger.
So I would ride my push-bike around, checking out a gym, some old factories and then a big fortified fenced building.

It was the old bike order, my brother used to run errands for.
It looked slightly different to what I remembered, but it was the Lapplander club.
The flag flapping from the roof, gave it away.

It had been a few years since I bumped into anyone there.


I climbed a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to see over the fence.
What I saw was, rafts of wrecked machine around the 1000 and a biker doing some work on some motorbikes.


Wicked, I thought to myself, it was bringing back memories of better times.
So my activeness after schooling now for about a week was to, go home fingerbreadth myself and the drive my bike to the club ; and watch from up this tree.

It was always the same biker repairing bikes.
He spotted me and yelled out.
"Hey you, get down from there,"he yelled, and walked out and confronted me ; with a big dog.

I almost crapped my pants and fell out of the tree, in fear.

The dog barked and barked at me, as I tentatively climbed down from the tree.
My annulus caught on branchlet and it made me decrease, and it made a small rip in it.


I was on my hands and knee, and panicking.
Fearful of him, but I was more cautious of ; his out of command dog.

"So sorry,"I apologized softly.
The dog started snarling at me.

The man smirked as I dropped my gaze.
He ruffled my hair and presented me with his bridge player, and helped me to my feet.

"I'm Bones and this is Max ”, the biker said.
"Jessinta or Jess ”, I said.

"Would you like a nose candy ?"He asked, and he led me into the yard.
I followed and wheeled my biker into the yard.


Max started to lull down once we were both, inside.
I sat on the hood of a wrecked car, drinking a Coke.
Bones went back to working on a bike.

"What are you doing ?"I asked.
"Tuning the carburetor,"he replied.

I showed some interest in what he was doing and give ear around him like glue, that day.

Bones was uninfected cut and in his thirties.
His jacket had no while but for one that said, ‘ Prospect ’.
All he seemed to do was fix motorbikes.


When it started to get morose, Thomas More rockers turned up.
I smile at them but dropped my gaze.

When it was dark, Bones advised me to give my bike here ; and he would ride me home on a bike.

I did as he said.


He passed me a helmet and I spread my legs apart and sat on the dorsum of his Harley.

It almost felt like base, being back on the butt of a Harley and hugging a Biker ; as we rode the road.

With my pussy and ass spread across the broad saddle, I groaned with each bump we hit ; but I wasn't complaining.


It was a kickoff of a new found relationship ; that was empty in my life for so long.
bone was both my brother and forefather ; and friend.

I spent the absolute majority of my evenings, flirting and pestering with Bones.

Over the future three months, I became close Friend with clappers ; and I started learning about bike maintenance.


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