Devils Comfort MC (2 page)

“
Please,
fuck me, I’m about to cum,” the girl begs again.

“
If
you cum before I tell, you leave the room understand?” I growl
round a mouthful of soft delicious tit.

Nodding
her head showing, her understanding. She knows this not a threat.
That I will carry out my promise. For a moment her body goes still,
I watch as she clamps her lips together. Both, to stop her screams
and from cumming.

Stroking
her flesh, I pull back and kneel behind the whore. My hands going to
her hips, as I turn the whore over onto her stomach. Locating the
lubrication, which is placed on the bedside table. I cover my fingers
with a portion. When I am happy there is sufficient, I spread the
whore's ass cheeks, squeezing the tube. A large dollop drops round
her anal hole. With the fingers which have being well lubricated, I
push them slowly in to her ass. Pumping in and out. Stretching her.
It is not long before, the muscles in her passage start to contract.
A sign she is ready for me. Rubbing more lubrication on to my condom
covered dick, slowly I begin to slide in to her.

“
Oh
fuck, the feels good Inferno.” whimpers the whore.

“
I
know baby, your tight ass is gripping my cock. I’m going to
start fucking you now.” I tell her, talking dirty all the time
as I raise her hips. She is on her knees, her head in the pillow.

“
Grab
hold of the headboard baby. You’re going to need it.”
When the whore finds her purchase, I begin to thrust, building my
speed up, harder and harder as I fuck her ass.

“
Oh
fuck baby, that’s good,”

“
Ermmmm”

Reaching
round to the front of her pussy, spreading her lips, stroking the
puffy flesh. Rubbing in rhythm with my thrusts, as I tug on her clit

Thrusting
harder. “You still want to cum baby?”

“
Please?”

“
Cum
now.” I grunt, plunging two of my fingers into her pussy hole
drawing my cock out of her ass. Only to jerk my fingers out of her
pussy, before thrusting my cock back into her ass.

“
Fuck
Fuck Fuck” the whore screams as she finds her release.

Pulling
out of both her pussy and ass, I raise her hips higher, and thrust my
cock into her now pulsing wet pussy. Pushing in so deep that my balls
hits her ass. Again, I thrust in to her. Each thrust becomes harder.
My forehead is covered in beads of sweat. The tension mounts in my
body, my own climax is building. My balls draw up tight. “Baby
Blu,” I roar as I find my release, filling the condom with
semen. “Fuck,” the whore beneath me tensed as I shout
another name.

Directly
after pulling out of the whore, I roll away to lay on my back,
reaching down to dispose of the condom. Whilst I catch my breathe
from our fucking, I raise one of my muscular arms, laying it across
my forehead. An image of Baby Blu's face appears behind my closed
eyelids.

“
Where
are you Baby Blu?” I ask on a whisper to no one in particular.

It
has been six years since I last saw her. A sexy eighteen year old.
His son’s babysitter, whom I had wanted and fallen for.
Without a word, she left Comfort Springs shortly after going to the
fun fair with us, Trax, my son and me. At the time I believed she was
returning my feelings. There have been many times when I would feel
her eyes on me, caressing my body. Only to look away, when I returned
her look. Yeah, I miss my girl. Not knowing where she was, is
driving me crazy.

Whenever
I broach the subject of Baby Blu to her father. He always rebuffs my
inquiries. Although he is my parents neighbor, he never discuss her
with them.

My
knowledge of Baby Blu's life is very limited. In all the time she has
being gone, not once has she returned to Comfort Springs, or
contacted me. Is she married or living with some preppy guy?

Is
she a mother to some bastards’ children? I hoped the fuck not,
because, if she is I will have to kill the father of her children.
I'd kill any fucker who touched what was mine.

Each
night, my dreams are of Baby Blu. All the while I try to slate my
lust for her in the club whores, or the strippers from Tie me Down.

Thinking
of Baby Blu had made me hard again. reaching out for the whore next
to me I groan and begin the process slacking my arousal.

Baby
Blu

Thankfully
that is the last box packed. It is unbelievable the amount of junk
you accumulate over the years. When I first moved to college six
years ago, I left Comfort Springs with a couple of suitcases. The
only keepsake I had brought with me, a necklace given to me by my
father and memories of the last time I spent with Inferno.

Tomorrow,
I am returning home to Comfort Springs. A return I am uneasy about.
The butterflies in my stomach are a testament to this. Am I ready to
face my past? I's six years since I left Comfort Springs. In the
time that I have been away, it never occurred to me, it'd be six
years before I returned.

My
life has not been easy. When I was fourteen my mother died in a road
accident and I was sent to Comfort Springs to live with my father.
That had being my first contact, with the man who called himself dad.
The first few months were uneasy for the both of us. Eventually we
settled down and formed a bond. I love my father, he has being the
one constant in my life in the last ten years, whom I can trust.

In
my time in Washington, there have been few men. This is all due to
one man. Dante 'Inferno' Page', the President of Devils Comfort MC.

I
have few regrets leaving Washington. This place is tinged with
sadness for me. My best friend is no longer here, having died at the
end of her first year at college. After losing Josie, I found it
difficult to interact with my peers. Due to this, I no longer have
anyone to confide in over my expectations and fears.

When
the position for School Councilor had become available at my previous
High School, I had applied and being offered the job. Dad is pleased
for me, as it means I am returning and he has missed me over the
years.

As
I take my last look of the Washington sky line, I catch my reflection
in the window. Will Inferno like what he sees? Critically, I let my
eyes roam over my body. I am a little over five feet. A foot shorter
than Inferno's own six. I haven't seen my natural hair color in ten
or more years. The blond streaked with blue. My face is average,
with deep green eyes and pale lips. A nose that is neither cute nor
ugly. Just right for my face.

Over
the years, I never lost all of my baby fat. My stomach slightly
curves out. My breast are high and firm, with coral nipples. This
morning I went for my first vagina wax and I am bare there for the
first time in a long time. My best features are my legs, which are
shaped and toned from the walking that I do.

In
preparation for the long journey I have ahead of me, I climb into
bed, letting my mind and memory drift to Inferno. I was a little over
fourteen, when I first saw him. At twenty four, he was all bad
biker. Dressed in his leather cut, jeans and black T-shirt. His hair
swept back, away from his face. At six feet and well toned, he soon
become my idol. Although he no longer lived at home, I'd watch out
for him, when he came to see his parents or his son.

It
was not long before my infatuation changed to love. As I lay here,
remembering Inferno, my body starts to hum with unsatisfied hunger.
If he took me to bed, what would he do? What would he want? Where
would he start. Closing my eyes, I begin to touch my nipples, pulling
on them. Imagining Inferno is taking them into his mouth. His tongue
playing with my nipples, sucking on them.

Behind
my closed eyelids, I see his body as he covers mine. His smooth
chest, with their dark nipples puckering, crying out for my mouth.
Before long I am moaning as the first stirring of my arousal begins
at the base of my stomach, to tug lower, at my vagina. As I wet my
fingers, sucking on them covering them in saliva. I imagine they are
Inferno's cock. When my fingers are wet, I move them back to my
nipples, playing with them again. This time, to tug on them harder,
while I place my other hand on to my bare vagina. The skin, soft to
the touch. As I rub my fingers, I slide them between the puffy lips,
finding myself wet, spreading my legs. Now Inferno is between my
legs, stoking me, soft at first. As I let Inferno take over the
ministrations of my body, I stroke myself harder. The pulse, that is
hidden in this area, is throbbing. When I find that sensitive spot,
I rub and pull on it, moaning at the sensation I am giving herself,

My
fingers never go go any further. I have never put my fingers inside
myself. Never touching the inside, neither has anyone else. That is
for Inferno. At twenty four I am a virgin. I have never being
tempted by another male. My virginity is Inferno's to take. I
promised myself before turning sixteen, that I wanted Inferno to be
the first.

Returning
to Comfort Springs is no fluke. I want Dante Page. If things work
out for me, when I return, my virginity will no longer be a problem.
Soon I will know what it is like to have a real man, to have his cock
inside me. Deep, thrusting and hard, giving me a proper orgasm. Not
the small shudders that are self induced.

Although
I have just pleasured myself, it is not enough to help me unwind. My
mind is on overdrive, unsettled. Several time, during the night, I
left my bed to pace the room. All the tricks I have being taught over
the years to help sleep, have been unsuccessful. Tonight, sleep is
proving to be elusive. With my head on the pillow, I gaze out of the
window, watching the stars. Images of Inferno plaque me. Drifting, I
let my imagination run. How will our first meeting pan out. Will he
remember me. Will he want me as I want him. This time when he takes
me to his bed, I wont be running. I am returning to Comfort Springs
a grown woman and not the scared teenager I was when I had left, who
had babysat his son.

After
a long, restless night, morning is here. As eager as I am to start
my trip home. Both my body and mind are tiered from the lack of
sleep. Ahead of me I have a long trip, one I plan to do in a short a
time as possible.

Linc
and Cassie Davies

Lincoln
‘Linc’ Davies, the Vice President of Devils Comfort is
eager to see his wife, or as she is affectionately known by the MC,
his old lady. He has been away from her for the last four days on
Club business. Now he has returned, and the adrenaline is pumping
through his body after the success of the ride. Although the ride
back to Comfort Springs has eased some of the adrenaline, There is
still tension, vibrating through his body. He is in need of a good
fuck, to being him back down. With the combination of Cassie and the
adrenaline, it was going to be long night.

With
the appearance of being at ease, as I stay at the main entrance for
several moments. My eyes adjusting to the blue / gray haze of smoke,
which has greeted me. A stark contrast to the night air outside. As
I let my gaze linger round the room, I come across Cassie. She is
sitting at one of the tables towards the rear of the room. A beer in
front of her as she chats to an old lady.

“
Catch
you guys later.” With a salute of my fingers I turn away from
my brothers. Brothers by bond, not by blood, weaving my body through
the crowds until I reach my baby.

“
Hello
beautiful” I drawl in my Louisiana accent. My cock already
pushing against the zipper of my jeans. Which by the end of the
evening will more likely leave an impression on the flesh of my cock
if I didn’t get some relief soon.

“
Hi
lover” Cassie smiles back, as I pull a chair up next to her.
Lifting her beer bottle to take a long swig of the cool amber liquid.

“
Hey
get your own” Cassie jokes, making a grab for the bottle and
placing her lips round the bottleneck. Lips that are lush and often
find my cock in between. The day, Cassie walked into my studio, was
the best day of my life.

Walking
into the reception area, it had not been long before my artistic eyes
had spotted her as she browsed through the sketch books. My Marilyn
Monroe was here. Without thinking, I headed straight over to her and
I have never regretted that moment or our meeting.

“
Found
what you’re looking for baby?”my voice has turned husky.

At
the sound of the deep gravel, Cassie had turned towards me. Her
innocent hazel eyes alive with curiosity. That sweet nervous laugh,
sending a shot of sexual awareness through my body. The tip of her
tongue, between her wet lips had sent me hard, fast.