The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3) (6 page)

Walking down the steps and onto the sidewalk, I can’t help but wonder what they are doing up there. More importantly, what is Big up to? It’s common for the brothers to party before they depart on a run. It’s a ritual of sorts. Although nobody said they were doing that tonight. I guess I should have known.

My heart hammers in my chest with each step across the blacktop to the clubhouse. My palms dampen with worry. What if he’s fucking someone? Harley kicks, as if she knows what I’m feeling. The closer I get to the clubhouse, the heavier my legs become, and my shoulders slump from the emotional exertion. Crossing the threshold at the edge of the estates, I shuffle to the left, concealing myself in darkness. The sounds of men permeate the air, mixing with the moans and grunts of men fucking the whores out in the open.

Shuffling alongside one of the dilapidated sheds at the back of the club property, I peek around the corner. There are two bonfires crackling in the night, and all the brothers are present. I see Gypsy standing next to Mickey, both drinking a beer next to the first fire. Viper is standing off to the side closest to me, with a blonde whore’s hand down the front of his jeans.

Scanning further to the left, I see the source of all the noise.
Holy fucking shit!
Abruptly,
I take a step back and lean against the side of the shed. There are just some things that cannot be unseen. I close my eyes and take a deep shuddering breath. I can’t believe they were doing that, there! That is just…. just…. I can’t believe that! What the hell?

Reaching up to scrub my eyes, my chin drops to my chest, and I groan under my breath. Why would Niki allow that? And with all those men watching? I didn’t even get a chance to see if Big was among them. What if he was? Or what if he’s inside fucking one of the other whores? My stomach turns over at the thought, and I swallow hard. I’ve got to know more.

Lifting my head and straightening my spine, I pry myself off the side of the shed and take a hefty step forward to get a better look. Just like I thought, this is some sick shit. Niki is on the picnic table riding Gunz, as Runner kneels behind her and takes her ass hard, with his hands twisted in her chestnut hair. His jeans and boxers are shoved down his thighs, resting above his knees, as he thrusts deep, stroke after stroke. Gunz, fully dressed, rests his cock deep inside Niki’s pussy as he plays with her tits, making her moan.

“That’s it, bitch,” Runner growls, hammering her asshole. “Take my cock.”

“Yes!” Niki wails in response.

I can’t help it; I’m mesmerized. I feel my pussy dampen and my nipples harden, even though I don’t want them to. I’ve seen some twisted fucking shit in my day, but I’ve never seen DP, not like this anyhow.

Sweat clings to Niki’s hair, glistening in the firelight, as her head is yanked back and her mouth falls open. Incoherent moans of pure ecstasy wildly belt from her parted lips, as her eyes fall shut. Her body trembles with each deep thrust.

“That’s it, bitch. I’m gonna come in that sweet ass,” Runner harshly groans as the muscles in his firm slim ass contract with each forceful slam of his hips into her asshole.

I can’t believe I’m watching this.

Gunz remains quiet. His eyes seem to never leave Niki as he watches her writhe in pleasure above him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man so calm when fucking a woman.

“She’s gonna come,” Gunz grumbles, rubbing her nipples. “Fuck her ass harder, she’s gonna come.” Runner listens and lets his own inner beast loose as he begins to ferociously hammer away at Niki’s asshole. The brisk slapping sound of their bodies joining echo in the yard, mangling with Runner’s hoarse grunts in a symphony of erotic enchantment.

Gunz’s hands leave Niki’s breasts to cup her jaw, and his voice lowers into a loving sweetness I’ve never heard before. “Come on baby, come for me,” he coaxes with velvety love.

Niki immediately responds to his command as her back sharply arches, and she screams toward the star lit sky, her body violently trembling as she explodes. The smile that spreads across Gunz’s face is the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen from him. “That’s it,” he soothes.

Unable to hold herself up, Niki collapses on top of Gunz, with Runner still pumping her ass, ready to fill it with his seed.

Shaking my head, I break away from the porn show to scan the backyard. Deke and Blimp are standing close to the picnic table, both of them noticeably turned on. Axel, Bulk, Dallas, and Tripper are shootin’ the shit together over by the furthest bonfire, ignoring the fuck fest, which is good for them. I don’t think their old ladies would be pleased if they’d been enjoying the live porn show. Looking past them at the other end of the lawn I see who I’ve been searching for.

My blood immediately starts to boil, and my stomach drops as my breath seizes in my lungs. Leaning against the clubhouse is Big with a bottle of Bud in his right hand and his left arm thrown over some topless, fake titty whore, who’s clearly eating up his every word.

I don’t even think. I just act when I rocket out of the darkness, headed straight for them.

“You!” I point to the whore, and advance across the lawn, ignoring the man who will be groveling at my feet very soon. The long-haired brunette frowns indignantly when she glances my way.

“I’m talking to you!” I yell louder. She doesn’t seem to give a fuck that I’m addressing her. Huge mistake.

Big’s eyes shift to me and back to her. Once his inebriated mind finally catches on, his eyes widen, and he drops his arm from her shoulder, standing stick straight.

I stop a few feet in front of them. “You need to go,” I sneer at the whore, whose tits are so malformed they’ve got to be the worst botched boob job I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot of fake tits.

“Fuucckkk, baabbee, I didnnn’t do anythinnn’ with her,” Big drunkenly slurs.

I wave him off with my hand. There is no way I could believe him even if I tried. He’s drunk and horny. Couldn’t miss the fucking erection he was sporting from across the damn lawn. I’m no fool, and there is no way I’m going to be treated as such.

I refuse to look at him, so I focus on the whore who hasn’t moved an inch as she gives me a childish death glare. Amateur.

Cocking my hip to the side and hitching my hand to it, I let my attitude roll, “Listen, I know you think that the Prez is givin’ ya attention, so you might be his regular bitch. I get that for a whore that would be enough. But let me tell ya, honey, he’s mine. He isn’t going to put his dick in your stank pussy, and he sure as fuck ain’t gonna lick your snatch. So I suggest ya leave now before I get my gun and show you the difference between a whore and a pregnant biker bitch…. Comprende?”

A warm, soothing hand lands on my shoulder, and I flinch, my entire body on edge, ready for a fight.

“Jamie, this is Bink, Big’s old lady, so it’s time to roll out,” over my shoulder, the friendly voice of Deke gently commands the dumb bitch.

Jamie’s face grimaces, “But he told me I could suck him off, and if I could deep throat his dick, I could fuck him.”

Oh hell no! This shit is not happening! This bitch is dead!

I take a step forward. Deke squeezes my shoulder and moves closer, his chest pressing to my back, keeping me in place.

“Move away from my old lady, brother,” Big growls, taking a threatening step forward, away from the wall.

Gee, wow, welcome to the party, drunken fucktard!
I can’t even look at him. I’m afraid I’ll either kill him, or I’ll burst into tears. At this point it’s a fifty-fifty shot. Ya know, these pussy ass pregnancy hormones do me in every damn time.

Deke doesn’t move. If anything, he comes closer, and his other hand covers the top of my hand that’s still perched on my hip. The warmth of his damp palm seeps into my flesh, comforting me. I find myself leaning into him.

“Brother,” Big warns heatedly and reaches out his hand to snatch my arm. I bat him away, relaxing further into Deke’s bubble, which feeds my own need as well as pisses Big off even more.

Big’s face scours, and he huffs in frustration through flaring nostrils, his jaw tight. His eyes laden with alcohol flutter, just as he opens his mouth to speak, his lip twitches with aggression.

“Don’t,” I return a weighted warning.

Big’s mouth snaps shut. His lips purse into a thin line, eyes narrowing in on me.

Not sure why he’s the pissed one here when there’s a whore he was about to let suck his fat dick quietly standing beside him.

“You don’t get to stand here and act like some drunken Neanderthal. You’ve not touched any woman ‘cept me in weeks. Now you’re offering up your cock?” I tilt my head to the side, assessing his body language. He’s pissed, there ain’t no butts about it.

He wets his bottom lip, “It’s just a blow job.”

Oh no, he didn’t!

“It’s… it’s what!?” I screech, my eyes flying wide.

“A… Blow….Job.” He’s talking to me like I’m an idiot. Well I’m not.

“Then I should be the one to give you one! Not some whore!” I shoot back, glaring at the whore for a beat, and return to stare at him. Unable to control myself, I take a step forward, my hand itching to slap this asshole across his fucking face. Deke pulls me back, my back flush to his front. My arms drop to my sides. Flexing my hands open and shut, I try to break this need to hurt him. It doesn’t work. My arms begin to shake with fury. I bite my inner cheek, willing myself through sheer force to calm down. I am going to murder him!

Seemingly unfazed by my fury, Big shakes his head repeatedly. “Nope,” he blurts.

“What the hell do you mean,
nope
?”

“I mean a blow job doesn’t mean shit. I’m fuckin’ horny. I wanna come, and your pussy and sexy ass mouth are off limits,” he states matter-of-factly, likes it’s not a big deal.

“No it’s not, you stupid idiot!” I argue, my voice simmering with so much pent up aggression I might explode at any moment. How stupid can he be? Just because I can’t fuck doesn’t mean I can’t suck his dick. I’ve been the one asking to do it. He just won’t let me, and he won’t tell me why.

“Yes it is!” he raises his voice.

“How?!” I snap.

“I won’t allow my old lady to suck my dick. Sucking dicks is for whores. Not for you. You’re not a fucking whore!” Now he’s yelling at me so the entire yard can hear.
Great!

“Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds? That sounds like you need to have your goddamn head examined.”

He ignores my question, “And my old lady’s lips are not gonna touch my fucking cock that’s been sucked by hundreds of whores.”

My entire body begins to vibrate with rage. How dare he tell me why I can’t touch his cock! That is the dumbest excuse, if I ever did hear one.

“That same cock has fucked my pussy too. Did your dumbass forget that?” I grind out through clenched teeth. Deke’s warm arms wrap around my upper arms, and his chin touches my shoulder. Taking a deep breath, I glance down from Big’s face to his dick. Sure enough it’s still hard as a rock.

“Let it go,” Deke whispers to my ear.

“No,” I reply, “he needs to get over this stupid fuckin’ thing.”

“No I don’t, Sugar Tits,” Big cuts in. “When I fucked other bitches, my shit was always wrapped. My cock ain’t even been in a pussy without a rubber ‘cept yours. But there ain’t no fucking way I’m gonna choke the love of my life on my cock. Let alone feed her my come when she’s carryin’ my baby inside her.”

He drops his head to look at my belly, and a warm grin curls from the corners of his lips for the briefest of moments before it’s washed away and replaced by a demonic sneer. Suddenly the air becomes thick with rage. I can feel the power emanate from his body when he snaps up to meet my eyes, the beast within coming to the surface.

I can’t let him turn into a monster, not here, not now. I drop my tone to a softer one, “You made a promise to me that you would not touch another woman.”

“I did,” he growls, “I ain’t ever said anythin’ about another woman touchin’ me. Whores are whores for one simple reason….”

Then it all happens so fast. Big’s arm reaches out and cuffs around the back of the quiet whore’s neck. He pulls her closer. The sick feeling bubbles in my stomach as I feel my heart crack in two. He’s going to do it… he’s going to….

Big silently orders the whore to her knees. She drops before him to the grass, her eyes glittering with excitement. The inner beast rears its head as Big ignores me completely, undoes his belt, unbuttons his jeans, slides down his zipper, and yanks his meaty cock out of the flap of his boxer briefs.

I stand struck with a sudden stabbing pain to my heart. I reach up and rub it with my hand. My head swims as I begin to hyperventilate. All I can do is watch as he grabs his steely length and the whore inches forward, allowing him to slap her eager parted lips with his dick.

She mews as a string of pre-come pulls from her lips like an iridescent spider web. Sticking out her tongue, she languidly laps up the saltiness and leans forward for more. Her tongue swirls his cock head, and he hisses in pleasure. Thrusting his hips, he drives himself between her pink parted lips and into her wet mouth.

This can’t be happening. This has to be a dream!
I scream in my head.

Deke’s arms drop from my shoulders and curl around my middle. Then I feel it, a wave of wretched agony clawing at my insides, eviscerating my heart. A hurtful cry rips from my lungs, echoing in the courtyard. I don’t even recognize my voice. It all seems so surreal.