Devils Comfort MC (6 page)

“
Hi
beautiful.”

Having
no interest in bikers, I ignored him, trying to skirt round the back
of his bike as I make my way across the road. The rider, however, was
not having any of this as he reached out to touch my arm. Jumping
back from the touch that has unnerved me, I slipped, landing on my
backside. “Shit.” As I tried to raise, rubbing the
coccyx. The rider laughs at my predicament, while dismounting from
his bike.

Feeling
the heat burning my cheeks in embarrassment at my predicament. I
politely and sweetly tell him to “Piss off.”

“
Now,
is that any way to speak to your savior,” he mocks. Stretching
his hand out to mine as he helps my back on to my feet. At five feet
five, my head barely reaches his shoulder. Something, which I am not
used to. With most men, I don't have to tilt my head too far back to
make eye contact. This man is sure to give me a creek in the neck.
My hand still tingles from where he has held it. Wanting rid of his
touch, I rub the palm against my thigh-clad jeans. The biker is
watching my every actions, smirks. The man has the gall to smirk at
me, while he brazenly studied me from head to foot.

“
Are
you a witch,” he asks, lifting my auburn hair up to his nose to
take in the scent. Rubbing his fingers over the texture.

As
I search round me to find an escape, I latch on to the obvious.
“Your friends have gone.” “Yeah I know,”
glancing down the road in the direction that they have taken, but
making no attempt of his own to follow them.

Giving
a tug of my head to free his hold on my hair, as I try to pull it out
of the bikers hand without causing too much pain. I step back on to
the pavement. The only desire I have at the moment is to be rid of
the biker, who is doing strange things to my equilibrium.

“
Well
I’ve got to go. Nice meeting you.” I aim for politeness.
However before I can make my getaway, the biker reaches down and
kisses me on my lips. A kiss that taste of whiskey. Taking a step
away from this stranger, I rapidly turn my back to him as I scurry
off down the street.

Resisting
the temptation to turn and watch him, as I hear his bike roar to
life, to see which way he has gone, I continue on my journey.

“
Coward”
muttering to myself. My stomach is still unsettled from the
encounter, “It's not the first time a man’s shown
interest in you” I continue to mutter.

“
Did
you say something honey” a stranger ask as they pass.

Looking
up in surprise and embarrassed that I have being caught talking to
myself.

“
Sorry
no I was just thinking out aloud.”

Walking
faster down the street I continue to mutter. “Another reason
to hate that awful man, he’s got you talking to yourself”
Sure by now, the people of Comfort Springs think she is their new
oddball, “Shit.” I say out loud, the word escapes from my
open mouth. Startling the people round me.

To
stop the looks that I am receiving, I walk into the first shop that I
come across. Opening the door, I spot the help wanted poster “Must
be a sign.” I mutter to myself.

Thirty
minutes later, I walk out of the dog-grooming parlor, with a job.

Comfort
Springs is going to be home for a little longer and all I have to do
is avoid the handsome stranger with red hair.

Two
red heads together will not be a good thing, especially if one of
them is a bad ass biker.

Nick
“Fudge” Winchester

After
loosing Amy in the pool match, Crabby made his way other to Fudge the
Road Captain of Devils Comfort.

Fudge
received his road name due to his hair and eye coloring, hair the
brown of dark caramel, naturally streaked with a lighter caramel
brown and matching brown eyes. Eyes that get everyone doing what ever
he wants, no matter what sex they are. His skin, golden brown,
showing his Cajun ancestry. Originally from New Orleans, I moved to
Comfort Springs, shortly after my twenty third birthday, thirteen
years ago. Joining Devils Comfort while working at their garage,
working my way up, from yard boy to Garage Manager. Both roles came
naturally to me, due mainly to my organization skills.

Now
all I want to to do is sit back and unwind. Being on the road for
four days takes its toll on both your body and mind. There is no
better way to relax than have some biker whore ride you senseless.
Watching the club whores, as they dance, deciding which one to take
upstairs.

“
Hi”
Crabby says, sitting down next to me, drinking his beer.

With
a lazy look towards, Inferno as he takes Amy upstairs, Fudge states
the obvious.

“
You
lost?”

“
Yeah
and he didn’t want to share.”

Fudge
did not mind sharing it can be fun.

“
Never
mind kid, there’s plenty to go round.”

Shrugging
his shoulders, “Yeah, but Amy gives good head.”

“
They
all do kid.”

Standing
up, Fudge looks over at Lacey, “Lacey’s always up for a
good time come on.”

Moving
on to the dance floor, Fudge and Crabby surround Lacey, crowding her
in.

“
Hi
boys” she greets, her hips and whole body moving to the music,
her arms up in the air.

Crabby
moves in front of her, pushing his body close; soon, they are draped
round each other, with Lacey sucking on his neck. Fudge pushes his
body behind, nuzzling in to her neck, his hands stroking her hip.
His cock becoming hard as Lacey gyrates her hips against him. As they
become lost in the music, Fudge’s hands slides low, under her
skirt. Listening to the tempo of her breathing, as it changes to that
of arousal. Feeling her rub her crotch against Crabby’s thigh,
he pushes his hips harder against her, forcing her further on to
Crabby’s thigh. Unsteady, Lacey slightly stumbles.

“
Let’s
make this a private party,” Fudge whispers. Smiling, Lacey
takes a hold of Crabby and follows Fudge into the Club’s
office.

Closing
the door, not bothering to turn the light on; all three are soon
naked. Fudge's, golden body, sculptured from the boxing matches and
workouts he does with Tabby, the clubs Treasure. His dick is above
average size. At the moment it is bouncing against my stomach. The
swelling of lust having doubled its size.

“
Down
on your knees bitch.” passing Lacey a condom to cover my cock.
No matter how much I want my cock sucked, I always cover it before
going inside any whores mouth or pussy.

Going
to her knees, Lacey expertly covers my cock with the condom. Then as
she spits on her hands, she begins to pump my cock. Her
ministrations are short and quick. That girl knows how to give a hand
job and before long, I feel the steady throb of blood pounding
through my cock.

Threading
my fingers through her hair, she takes my cock in to her experienced
mouth. Sucking me making sure that her teeth avoid causing any
damage to his favorite body organ. As she is taking me in deep, my
cock pushes against the back of her throat. Taking a deep breath,
when suddenly her head pushes forward, bouncing against my stomach. I
open my eyes to see what is happening. To find Crabby between her
legs, his arm jiggling, a sure sign that his fingers are in her
pussy, finger fucking her.

Grinding
my teeth, to prevent my release, my cock is hard and throbbing. Lacey
is playing with my cock. I love the way that Lacey’s mouth
plays while she is trying to stay steady as Crabby fucks her harder
with his fingers. His other hand holding her hip as steady as
possible. Lacey growls against my cock, sending vibrations through
the shaft. At this sensation, my hips begin to thrust faster, pushing
my cock further down her throat. As I hit the back of her throat,
Lacey makes a gagging noise but does not stop her ministrations as
she takes me in deeper, While Crabby continues to finger fuck her
pussy.

“
Fuck,
yeah, suck it harder bitch.” I instructs her, my hands now
tight in her hair. Looking down at Crabby, in my passion haze I see
that Crabby has removed his fingers, fingers which are covered in the
bitch’s fuck juices. He is moving them to her ass, pushing in
her, stretching her, fuck that’s hot.

“
Fuck,
bitch, keep it up” I yell, as I try to hold back my release. I
don't want to cum in her mouth. Pulling out, I slide under her so
that I am now flat on my back. Spreading her legs wide with mine, I
thrust in to her, taking her hard and deep.

“
Fuck
Fudge.” she screams, as my huge cock fills her, stretching her.

“
That’s
just what I’m doing baby, fucking you.”

Hearing
and feeling her laughter against my neck. I know she is enjoying my
cock inside her and that she’s not hurting. That she is with me
all the way, As I continue to fuck her, I feel Crabby’s
fingers pressing against the thin membrane that separates her pussy
and ass hole.

“
Fuck
boys, I’m going to cum.” Lacey tells us. Feeling her
flinch and hearing the sound of flesh against flesh, I know Crabby
has just slapped her ass cheek.

Now
it’s my turn to laugh “No your not, you’re gonna
wait until Crabby has his dick deep inside your ass.”

“
Fuck
Crabby, she’s leaking like an oil gusher.” I yell over
to him “Stick that cock in her now!”

This
time it is Crabby who laughs, “Sure thing boss, just putting
the brolly on.”

“
Fuck
Crabby it's not brolly is raincoat.” I correct him.

“
Don’t
matter what the word is they both do the same job. Keeps you covered
from whatever shits coming your way.” Lifting his head up at me
he grins, “Yeah, pun intended.”

“
Will
you two shut the fuck up and just fuck me. Girl hanging here.”
This time it is me who slaps Lacey's nice rounded ass as I start to
fuck her hard.

“
Oh
yeah, just like that.”

As
I pound into Lacey, I feel Crabby pushing his cock in to her. With
a groan from Lacey, I stop with my thrusting. Waiting and letting
Crabby make his way inside her. Holding her hips tight to stop Lacey
from moving. Crabby soon has his cock all the way in. When he is
settled, I pull my cock out, then I push it back in. Realizing that
Crabby is pulling out, soon we have the perfect rhythm, as I pull
out, Crabby slides in, as I push in Crabby slides out. In my ear, I,
hear Lacey’s breathing changing, as it becomes more labored.
Her hands are in a death grip on my shoulders. By the time we are
finished, I am going to have bruises there, spreading her legs
further and sucking on her neck I raise my hips hard into her.

“
Fuck
I’m going to explode” Crabby gives about a five second
warning before he comes hard in her. Feeling his cock emptying
against the membrane. When he is finished, Crabby pulls out. Standing
as he removes the used condom from his cock to drop it in to the
trash can after tying the ends, before he starts to dress.

Rolling
Lacey on to her back, I thrust several more times, knowing that my
release is eminent.

“
Fuck
it bitch, cum now.” with a groan, Lacey's orgasm is hard on her
and I feel her body shudder round my cock, as I find my own release.
Emptying my cum into the latex.

Removing
my spent cock, to lean back on my knees, I check that Lacey is all
right, as she has gone limp and her eyes are closed.

Crabby
who is now fully dressed, passes me some tissues. Cleaning Lacey of
her juices, as I touch her, she flinches a little.

“
You
OK?”

“
Fuck,
yeah, just totally fucked. I’ll be lucky if I can walk
tomorrow.”

“
You
staying here all night or coming back to the party?”

“
Too
tired to move, you go back, I’ll catch up with you both later.”

Laughing
I remove the condom, disposing of it. Leaving Lacey where she is I
put my clothes back on and rejoin the party.

Ellie
Wright

Ellie
Wright was a mess; her blond hair pulled back in an unkempt ponytail,
her brown eyes red and swollen from all the crying she had been
doing. A nose, which was dry and sore from the constant sniffling of
mucus that she was forever wiping away. For two days she had not
dressed. Wearing the same pajamas and housecoat she had been wearing
when they had called.