by Sam Crescent
Confused, Martha sat up.
Dick was wearing a pair of sweatpants, and his cock stood up, showing how much he’d enjoyed being between her thighs.
“What’s the matter?”
“I didn’t come here to fuck you, Martha. I wasn’t looking for that.”
“So? I wasn’t looking for someone to have sex with. I want you. Our lives changed, and we were separated, and we’ve come back together.”
“I’m not going to leave my club.”
“I’m not asking you to leave anything. I’m not asking you to do anything.” She ran fingers through her hair. “If you want to leave, you can leave. I’m not going to stop you. I’ve never begged a man to stay with me, and I’m not going to stop now.”
She stood up, and feeling bold, she tugged her shirt off her body. Her pajama pants followed next until she stood before him completely naked.
“I want to fuck you, Dick. I’m not looking for forever, and I don’t think you are either. You’re here with me. You want me. Why don’t we enjoy what we’ve got together?”
He shuffled forward on the sofa reaching out. She bit her lip as the tips of his fingers glided up the outside of her thighs. His gaze was on her pussy.
The tips of his fingers moved to the inside of her thighs, and he pressed them open. She opened her legs a little, keeping her hands at her sides.
His fingers didn’t stop their teasing. He moved them up, caressing over her flesh until he was close to her pussy. She took several deep breaths, trying to control her need to pounce on him, and literally devour him.
When he was at her pussy, Martha moaned, and then cried out as he slipped his fingers through her pussy. She was soaking wet and probably should be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. The last thing she felt was embarrassed. She was hot with a consuming need that was making it hard for her to think.
“You’re lovely and wet.”
“Do you like to talk throughout?”
“No. Usually I fuck until I come, and I don’t give a fuck about the woman.”
He looked up at her, and she kept his blue gaze. “Then what would you like?” she asked.
“I want you to lie on that coffee table, spread your legs open, and do exactly as I say.”
Damn, she’d never been so turned on in her life.
The coffee table he was talking about was made of wood, and would take her weight.
Keeping her gaze on his, she lay down on the hard wood, which was long enough for her to be comfortable. She lifted her legs onto the ends of the table. He wasn’t sitting directly in front of her but behind her.
“Open your legs wide,” he said.
She spread her legs wide, opening them up for him to see.
Dick moved from the sofa, going to his knees at the edge of the coffee table. Suddenly, he moved, and placed a pillow beneath her head.
She stared down the length of her body, and watched as he once took a seat near her feet. His gaze wandered over her body, going over her breasts then down her stomach until he landed on her pussy.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Your pussy is glistening, and your cream is leaking down to your ass. You ever had a dick in your ass?”
“No.”
Martha jumped as he ran his finger down one fold of her pussy lips. “I’m going to go and get a razor.”
“What for?” she asked.
“I’m going to shave you, and then I’m going to lick this pussy until you’re dripping into my mouth.”
Before she had time to protest, he was gone.
Could she allow him to shave the most intimate part of her?
Crap, the feelings Dick was inspiring inside her were terrifying her. She’d not been lying when she told him that she didn’t expect anything from him. Martha liked her lonely life where the only person she saw was Lynne. When Dick was ready to leave, she’d be able not to wait for him, couldn’t she?
She really hoped so.
Chapter Six
Dick stopped in his room grabbing several condoms on his way back downstairs. He expected Martha to have moved, and was shocked to still find her laid on the coffee table.
“I’m not sure about you using a razor on me. It’s very private down there.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
He placed a towel underneath her ass, and then went into the kitchen to fill a small bowl with water.
When he came back, she was still lying down, waiting. He loved her trust in him not to hurt her.
“I’ve not had anyone touch me down there, not with a razor.”
“I’m honored I’m your first.”
She chuckled. “You’re going to be the first and the last.”
“I’ll make it good for you.”
He started by soaping the fine hairs covering the lips of her pussy. Next, he started to trim away the excess of hair, catching it in the towel.
“I can’t believe I’m lying like this, allowing you to do what you’re doing,” she said.
“It shows trust, baby.”
When he’d finished with the scissors, he picked up the razor and set to work removing the fine hairs covering her pussy.
Every now and then he heard her catch her breath. He took his time, not wanting to rush it even though his dick was ready to explode from the pleasure.
When he was finished, he wiped the lips of her pussy, and went back to the kitchen to clean everything.
The moment he returned he saw Martha teasing her fingers through the bare lips of her pussy.
“It feels weird.”
He moved toward the table and knelt back on the floor. Gripping her hips, he tugged her toward the edge of the coffee table. When she was in the position he wanted, he skimmed his fingers over her pussy. There was no trace of hair. He’d cleaned her up good and well.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
Her cream was already leaking onto the lips of her pussy, and his mouth watered for a taste.
“I’ll show you.”
Without giving her a chance to tell him no, he gripped her hips, and flicked his tongue through her creamy clit. He circled her clit, moving down to fuck inside her pussy. Martha gripped the edge of the coffee table as he continued to lick, suck, and taste every part of her pussy. Without any hair, nothing got in his way, and he was able to taste her freely. He sucked one of her lips into his mouth, and Martha arched up into his touch.
“You don’t have any idea what you’re doing to me,” he said.
“Please, I need to come.”
“I’ll let you come when I’m damn ready.”
He teased the lips of her sex, sucking, and nibbling on the skin before sliding his tongue through her slit. When that wasn’t enough, he fucked into her pussy. Her cream leaned down to the puckered hole of her ass, and he got his fingers nice and slick, and started to tease her anus.
At first she tensed up, but he didn’t stop. He kept up his gentle touches without taking it too far, or making her uncomfortable. Dick wasn’t in a rush. With his other hand, he slid one finger into her cunt, followed by a second. He pumped them inside her, relishing the feel of her pussy around his fingers. It wouldn’t be long until he had her wrapped around his dick.
“I want you to come all over my finger.”
She nodded, thrusting onto his fingers, and taking as much of him as she could. Martha was incredibly tight, and he knew he’d have to go easy on her the first time he fucked her.
“You’re incredible, baby,” he said, muttering the words against her skin, and biting down onto her clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue repeatedly over her nub.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
She screamed out, and her pussy started to clutch him in a desperation that took him by surprise. Within seconds she came, flooding his fingers with her juice. He didn’t let up or stop teasing her pussy until she gripped his head tightly, practically yanking him away from his body.
He sat back, simply watching her come down from her high. Standing up after a few minutes had passed, he shoved the pajama pants down his hips, stepping out of them. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, working from the base up to the root. Dick wasn’t circumcised, and there was no way any fucker was getting near to his dick with a knife or scissors.
Pumping the length, he stared down at her body. Martha sat up, turning her body so that she sat directly in front of his cock. She covered his fingers with her own, and moved in close. Her tongue peeked out, licking over the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Martha released a little moan before covering the whole head of his cock, and started to suck him inside her mouth.
Releasing his dick, he pulled her hair back, and simply admired the look of her lips wrapped around his dick. The sight turned him on, and it wasn’t long before her hair was around his fist so that nothing got in the way of the view of her swallowing him down.
She bobbed her head onto his shaft, taking another inch deep into her mouth as minutes passed.
“Fuck, that feels so damn good,” he said.
He started to work her mouth over his cock, making her take him deeper than ever before. She didn’t gag, and she took him down, swallowing him.
Dick cursed, and it didn’t take long before he was close to that point of no return.
“Martha, you’ve got to stop before I fill your mouth with my spunk.”
She didn’t stop, and hummed around his cock.
It was all too much. Gripping her hair tighter, he spilled his release into her mouth, and she swallowed him down, milking every last drop of his cum from his dick.
When there was nothing more, he pulled out, sinking down to his knees. “Where the fuck have you been?” he asked.
“I’ve been here for you.”
He didn’t care that her mouth tasted of his cum. Dick didn’t care what had happened before her, or what evil shit had nearly destroyed them. He had to taste her.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he slid his tongue into her mouth, and waited for her to give in to him, to submit to his need to claim her.
Martha didn’t put up much of a fight, and for that, he was so damn happy.
Dick picked her up, and they lay out on the sofa wrapped in each other’s arms. He didn’t want to let her go, not for a second.
“What else have you been doing with your life?” he asked.
“I’ve not done anything else. After I buried my parents, then Becky, I’ve stayed here, making a life for myself.”
“Do you ever miss the outside world?”
She was silent for a second. He didn’t rush her, waiting for her to talk to him when she was ready.
“Sometimes I miss it. I can get very lonely here all by myself. Most of the time, I don’t. I listen to Lynne and what she has to say. What about you?”
“What do you want to know?”
“Do you love being part of a motorcycle club?”
“We sound like a bunch of pussies.”
“Not at all.”
He stroked her arm with the tips of his fingers. “I love the guys. They’re my life.”
“Did all of you go to rehab?”
“No. Some of us weren’t addicted to the drugs or booze. Those who were, and wanted to remain in the club, went to rehab.”
“Some of you didn’t?”
“Five guys quit and left. We’ve not heard from them since.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” she asked.
“No. They wouldn’t rat on us. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear some of them were dead.” He shrugged. Dick hadn’t thought about the other guys who’d not wanted to deal with real life shit in so long.
“It must be hard for you all.”
“No. We’re a family, and we’ve got each other’s backs.” He nudged her forward, and walked to his room. Dick grabbed a small pouch that he kept for pictures. When he returned to the front room he saw Martha was about to put on her pajama pants. He tugged them out of her grip, throwing them across the room. Lying back on the sofa, he settled her between his legs. He wanted her naked. He liked having her wrapped around him with her naked flesh on his.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“This is my family. It’s the only family I’ve got.” None of the club knew he had pictures of them all, or that he’d taken the time to get them developed. While he’d been packing with the intention of visiting Martha, he’d packed the pictures, hoping to share them with her. The first picture he pulled out made him smile. It was of Ashley and Mia, and just as quickly he was filled with pain.
“What is it?”
“That’s Mia,” he said, pointing to the dark haired woman. “She’s with Curse. They’re married. That,” he pointed at the blonde, “is Ashley. She was a club whore, and she didn’t want to be anything else.”
“You sound sad. What happened to her?”
“How did you know anything happened to her?”
“You’re in pain when you look at her. There’s only one reason that will cause that, and it’s because she’s gone.”
“She tried to help the club and ended up dead for her trouble. It hurt the club, almost killed Mia with the news, and Pussy, another brother who was close to Ashley. They were friends.”
“This is sad, Dick.”
“I know.” He moved onto the next picture, which was of Mia and Curse. The next was of Lexie, Simon, and Devil. “He’s the club president.”
“President?”
“Yeah, he’s the top guy at the club. He makes the decisions, and everything falls on him.”
“I got it.”
There were a couple of pictures of the kids playing in the clubhouse park.
“You’ve got a kids’ park in the club?” she asked.
“Phoebe and Lexie demanded it.” He pointed out Judi and Ripper, Death and Brianna. All of the club, and he even showed her the brothers who weren’t taken.
“This is your family,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“They’re really special, Dick.”
“They are.” He wanted to take Martha back to Piston County to meet his family.
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Dick brought another picture forward, and it was of Devil with another man that she didn’t recognize. They were standing with beers in their hands and looked around the same age.
“Who is that?” she asked.
“That’s Tiny. He’s the president of another MC, The Skulls. Things have been a bit tense with that club.”
“How come?”
“Shit got said, shit went down, and we’ve got to fight for our club.”
When he talked about The Skulls he grew tense.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Do you like Tiny?”
“I like The Skulls. We all had a good thing going, and it was ruined for some pointless shit.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” she said.
He finished showing her some more of the pictures. Part of her was a little envious for the easy relationship he had with the people at the club.
She ran her hands up and down his thighs.
“I want to tell you that I’m clean,” he said.
“What?”
“You sucked my cock. I wanted you to know that I was clean, and you didn’t need to worry.”
“I wasn’t worried.” She glanced behind her, and his gaze had already gone to her tits.
He placed the pictures on the floor beside the sofa, and his hands skimmed up the side of her body, teasing up until his hands landed on her breasts. She stared at his hands as they slowly teased over her nipples.
Any thought of what they’d been talking about disappeared. She was always so sensitive when it came to her breasts. Biting her lip, she arched up, needing his rough touch. He wouldn’t give it to her, and made sure his touch was light and gentle.
“You’re wonderfully responsive to my touch, baby.”
“Yes, I need you, Dick.�
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He moved down her body going between her thighs. “I’m not going to fuck you on the sofa. The first time I take you I want it to be on a bed.”
Martha climbed off the sofa, and he took her hand. They made their way upstairs, but when he went to go to his room, she stopped him, tugging him into her own room. He didn’t put up a fight.
Opening the door, she walked in, and Dick stopped her, tugging her close to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close.
“I want to take you back to Piston County with me.”
Martha froze. “Why?”
“I want you to meet my family, and to show you off.”
She smiled. “Really?”
“Really. You’re real, and I want to show the guys that you’re real to me.”
“We’ll talk about it later.”
He wrapped her hair around his fist, and tugged her close. In the next second he ravished her mouth, and any fear that had gripped her at him wanting to take her with him vanished. All she thought about was the way he touched her and held her close. His other hand ran up and down her body, gripping her ass then sliding down between her thighs. She opened her legs so he didn’t have to fight in order to touch her.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” he said.
She groaned out, thrusting her pelvis onto his hand, and enjoying the feel of his hands on her body.
He moved her back toward the bed, dropping her down onto the bed. Dick had already removed his hand from her hair, and she settled back away from the bed. “Fuck, I’ve forgotten the condoms.”
She giggled as once again Dick left her.
With her facing the door, Dick would have a perfect view of what she was doing. Opening her thighs, she started to slide her fingers through her pussy, touching her bare flesh. It was weird to her to have a bare pussy, but the way he’d licked and sucked on her, she’d loved every second of it. Even when he moved on, she’d continue to remain bare.
Martha heard him coming up the stairs, and she settled down onto the bed, and teased her fingers through her pussy, growing more aroused with every passing second.
“Now that is the best sight in the world to see,” he said.
She smiled, and kept on playing.
Finally opening her eyes, she saw him throw several packets of condoms onto the bed beside her head. There had to be at least five.
