by GM Scherbert
Grabbing my hard cock through my jeans she answers swiftly, “If I were a man, your cock wouldn’t be that hard, would it darlin’?” Pulling back she glances again towards my crotch and then giggles as she throws her head back laughing. I cannot believe the nerve of this woman. If I were a different man, I would string her up and spank some sense into her. But, the thought of violence mixing with a relationship makes me sick, and I know what I need to do.
I walk away deciding to take a club whore back to my room, instead of this woman who has me wanting to correct her fucking sass. Walking up to the bar I grab two beers and a bottle of Jack from the new prospect before heading towards one of the club girls, Red. She is sitting with that other girl, what’s her fucking name? Fuck it doesn’t even matter, but together they should be able to get this fucking hard on I have been sporting since I first saw Heather go away. Grabbing Red up I drag her and her little friend into my room, fucking them both hard, it still takes almost an hour for them to make me come, and it is only with thoughts of that fucking little spitfire on my mind.
FUCK
I knew that coming to The Dungeon was probably not the best thing for me to do on a night like tonight, but after running into that meeting that woman at the Clubhouse tonight, I couldn’t fucking help it. She had me so fucking hard at just the sight of her across the room from me even after I had those two club whores. Her full hips, that fucking tight ass corset, and the way that her breasts were just sitting there ripe for the picking. FUCK! It took me taking two club whores back to my room to even get my dick down and as soon as I saw here in the bar area again I was rock fucking hard, again.
Who the fuck is she? What’s her fucking story and why is my cock so fucking hard every time I think about her? I know that she was with Ember and Sara in New Orleans, but don’t know much else about her. Why do I even want to know more about her? Maybe after a few nights this weird attraction that I am connection that I am feeling will drown out.
Walking around The Dungeon I see a few scenes playing out, it does nothing for my rock hard cock, thanks yet again to thoughts of Heather. All I can think of is that fucking woman, and as a house sub, Dolly comes up to me dropping down to her knees, I think for only moments about taking her to a room and having her deal with my fucking cock, but a scene catches my eye and I leave her kneeling as I walk away towards the scene.
Ember is splayed out on a cross off to one side of the main room and Pearl is working her over with a flogger. I knew that these women had a special bond, but I have never seen it up close and personal. Looking through the crowd I see both of their husbands in the crowd watching intently and I wander over to them. Standing behind them, I continue to watch as Pearl lights up Embers ass with a cane. FUCK that looks like it hurts. The lines that are left on Embers thighs and ass are fucking brutal, she will have those reminders for a long while. As a moan slips from Embers lips around the bright pink ball gag in her mouth, Pearl drops the cane to the floor, and reaches for something, soothing it on over the markings. As she loosens the bindings I hear her lust filled voice only after she licks at Ember’s mouth along the ball gag still embedded in her mouth. “On your knees, Sweet thing.”
As Ember drops to her knees, the men surrounding me groan out, and I wonder if they have any idea of what is about to come, I sure as shit don’t. Looking back towards the scene I see something that I would have never guessed. Pearl loosening the ball gag, and the sound of it popping out of Embers mouth has another groan coming from the crowd. Straddling Embers face with her hands fisting in the red locks, as she rocks her pussy against her face. “Make me come, Sweet thing and I might return the favor. You would like that wouldn’t you?”
Only a mumbled, “Yes Ma’am” is heard as the moans from Pearl take over the room. She surely knows how to take control of the room, and really this woman underneath her. Watching the throws of Pearl’s orgasm, I know that the show is about to get even more interesting. She orders her little Sweet Thing up onto the table and grabs for not only the vibe but a rather large glass butt plug as. I clench at the thought of that large of a plug going into anyone’s ass, and Prez must have noticed. Turning back towards me, he grins, “She has taken worse, and enjoys what her Ma’am decides to give to her. You haven’t been around to watch them scene before, Country. They are something amazing wouldn’t you say?”
As I look back to the scene I see Pearl lubing up both the butt plug as well as Embers asshole. She slowly teases in the plug, and out, and in, and out, until the whole thing is in and a groan spills from Embers lips at the intrusion. When the buzzing starts the look of pleasure that consumes her face, takes away any thought of the pain of the plug in her ass. The lust, longing, and pleasure that I can see in her glassy eyes let me know that she is not only tolerating this, but enjoying it.
“Yes, they sure are something to watch Prez.”
And I can’t stop myself from thinking how this is different from what my dad used to do to my Ma.
Watching the end of their scene, I move over with their husbands to some couches to the side of the room, and sit for a while drinking another couple beers. As I leave to go home, I find myself hard, thinking again of fucking that woman from the Clubhouse. What’s her story and why the fuck did she think she could talk to me like that? I need to find out, find her, and bring her to my bed and get myself buried inside her as quick as I can.
Chapter 7
Heather
When I walk into the Clubhouse with Sara, I don’t know what to think. I have never hung around bikers before; I mean shit I watched SOA just like every other red blooded American woman who wanted to see that ass. But, this here was nothing like that show. Of course maybe it was different because this was a wedding, no matter if it was a biker one or not. Right?
We headed for the bar and Sara was instantly pulled into a hug by the bartender, Preach. After a quick shot she was swallowed up in a hug by a big brute of a man that I couldn’t help but lose myself in thoughts of him bending me over and fucking me up with the belt, or a cane, or his huge fucking hangs. Shaking my head from these thoughts I hear Sara rib him, “Country down boy.” Looking from her to the big brute of a man in front of me the fire I see in his eyes sends jolts of electricity running through me, knowing that my panties are no longer of any use to me. As she puts her hands up to his shirt, a pang of jealousy runs through me as she runs her hands across his broad chest up his collared shirt.
I haven’t wanted to be with a man in years, I have only wanted then to give me the pain I seek, and if I gotta give a blowjob that is something I am willing to do, fucking is just to personal. In this moment, however, I can think of nothing that I would like to do more than take this man’s cock outta his pants and fucking have it buried deep inside my pussy. Just those thoughts have me near cumming. As Sara draws her hands off of Country we urn and watch as Gun starts the tattoo on Pearl. I have met her a couple times with Sara and Ember and I know that she is a good sort, and I am happy that she can find such happiness, but I know it was not meant for me.
Having a few more shots, Sara and I start wandering towards Ember who has caught our eye on the other side of the bar. She and Doc have just found out that they are going to have a baby, and I am glad that this time around he will be there for her. It was hard on her being alone the first time, she needed that man and has blossomed since being back her. Moments later the buzzing from the tattoo gun has stopped and a hard shoulder pushes past me. Seeing Gun grab Sara’s hand, he walks her down the hallway towards the back of the Clubhouse, and I look to Ember for answers.
After a few words to Doc, she looks at me, and reassures me that Gun would never hurt Sara. That they need to talk things through, and there is nothing we can do about it. I look past her, and see that man, Country at the bar and think again about having him give me something that I have not craved for years. Shaking my head outta the thoughts of him, I turn back to the bar and order another shot and beer, putting some money up on the bar. The youn
g guy behind the bar, looks from me to Doc who is shaking his head, the bartender lets me know that friends aren’t to pay.
I take my drink walking over towards an empty table off to the side of the room. As I am sitting there I pull out my cell, checking in with Sophie’s babysitter to make sure everything is good. She answers short minutes later, and lets me know Sophie and little Vincent are both sleeping and I should stop worrying and have fun. I think that I agree, only having to wait moments a young guy comes up to me. I see the word prospect on his cut and wonder if he has ever been to The Dungeon. My thoughts instantly go to my last session there with Master Theo. That man handles a whip like none I have ever felt before. The marks that he gave me those weeks ago, have only recently started to fade. Without thinking my hand moves to the underside of my ass and thighs that were so scared by him.
Listening to this guy try to get into my pants has me wishing he would go the fuck away, and my thoughts are answered quickly as I see Country stalking towards us. As he yanks this kid up outta his seat and away from me by the shoulder, I can’t contain the happiness from coming to my face and a laugh from tumbling from my lips. Well, at least I won’t have to break that youngens heart tonight, not that he had a chance in hell with me, no one does, well almost no one. I feel his eyes on me as I glance around the room before looking back to him. I can’t help the eye fucking that I give him, as I look him over before reaching his lust filled eyes.
This draws a small laugh from me as I look around the room, I only meet his eyes after trailing them over his body, making sure to get a view of the whole package. Country pulls me up outta my seat, and crushes his lips to mine the second after we make eye contact. The heat that I see as he draws me towards him I have never seen before, even with the Doms that I have had scenes with and especially not with Zack. We are lost in that kiss for long minutes, before he pulls back and I see the brown of his eyes lit up with heat. Looking at him, I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
As that same prospect walks past he stops and tries to talk with me and I see Country get angry. I laugh nervously at the situation as Country grabs the prospect up by his shoulders, telling him, “Fuck off Prospect. If you come near her again, I will fucking hurt you.” The laugh the tumbles from me, is nervous and awkward and still clouded from the kiss that we shared. After straightening up Country leans closer and growls into my ear, with no hint of laughter on his voice. “What’s so funny honey? If you were a man I would lay my hands on you for disrespecting me and laughing at me like that!”
The filter between thought and action is blurred as I grab his hard cock answering, “If I were a man, your cock wouldn’t be that hard, would it darlin’?” Pulling back I glance again towards his crotch and nervously giggle. Not knowing where that came from or why I am feeling quite so nervous I can’t stop my head from falling back and the laughter coming.
Where the fuck did that come from? I am not usually that awkward around people, or that disrespectful. I wonder if the attraction that I felt the moment I laid eyes on him has anything to do with it. I must have been hoping that he was a member of The Dungeon and that my blatant disrespect would force his hand to give me the pain that my body is signing for. As he gets up and stalks away from me, I guess that my assumption was wrong and that me egging him did not work like I thought it would. Fuck! I had hoped he would be the one to go around with me tonight, I guess that I will just head to The Dungeon and find someone else to give me what I need.
The next few weeks go by in much the same manner. Anytime that I go into the Clubhouse with Ember or Sara, I find myself getting into an argument with Country, that is when I see him. Things are as tense between me and Country as they have been between Sara and Gun. When I was at home with Sophie the other day, Gun came over to talk with me. Awkward is not even how I would begin to describe the exchange that happened between us.
Seeing him across the way out on Irene’s porch with her, I don’t pay much attention. In the few weeks that I have been here, I have seen him a few times. We have never been introduced, but Sara cannot help to talk about the man she loves, even after all this time. As I go about enjoying this beautiful day with Sophie playing out in the yard, I notice him moving towards me instantly. Looking towards Irene I see her smile and nod, before addressing him.
“You must be Gun,” comes out as he stops a few feet from me. Before he can answer Sophie has come bounding over and is rambling on and on.
“Mom, is this Gun? The guy that Auntie Sara is always talking about?” I chuckle at her beautiful naivety and security inn talking with this man that is big, covered in tattoos, menacing, and just plain scary to any soul that sees him.
Before I can answer Gun begins, “Yes, I am Gun. You auntie talks about me?” he says looking first at Sophie then towards me.
“Rolling my eyes at his digging, I know that this is a fishing trip if I ever saw one. “Why did you come over here, Gun?” Looking between him and back towards Irene, who has not moved from the swing on her porch, “I thought like the other afternoons you have spent with Irene you would stay over there for your visit. What brought you over here anyway? You know Sara is at work. Right?”
“I do know that she is not here. I just heard from Irene how you helped Ember out when she got to New Orleans and wanted to make sure that I thanked you for that. I am not sure what if anything Doc knows about those times, but I am sure that he would also like to show his appreciation for what help you gave to his ol’ lady.”
“Hmm, yes well, I was raised to always help those in need and that is what I did.” Not knowing what his end game is I think it better if he gets on back over to Irene’s before this exchange goes somewhere it needant go. “Why don’t you skedaddle back over to Irene’s house now, or better yet leave because Sara will be home soon. She sure as hell doesn’t need to see you here or sniffing around over there either It’s bad enough she will hear all about it from Soph as soon as she gets home.”
Looking at me like I just slapped his face, the volume of his voice drops and the Dom that I have seen only a few times from the shadows at The Dungeon steps in. “What are you talking about? Sniffing around?”
Being thankful that this man is not mine, I take a deep breath to steady myself as I begin, “I can only image what the two of you were like when you were together, probably hornier than a two peckered owl.” Drawing in another deep breath I meet his eyes before continuing, “What I do know is that the feelings you have for each other are not in the past and Y’all need to figure it out. The longer you keep up with these games, the less time you will have with each other.” Instantly feeling regret on the way that I have been letting the attraction between Country and I go on makes me question if I am the right person to be giving advice.
He looks so pissed off as he answers, and I am again reminded of the man that I have seen only glimpses of at The Dungeon. “I didn’t come here sniffing after Sara like a horny owl. I am taking care of Irene, like I have done the past five years that she has been gone. Don’t think that just because she has finally made her way home that I will stop doing what I promised to do. Watching out for Irene became my job when she ran away, and I have no intention of stopping.”
Seeing the anger, hurt, and love in those eyes has me wishing that the two of them would talk this shit out. They are both so hurt and once they work through this shit both their lives, will be better. Just from that one interaction with Gun and the stories I have heard from Sara, I know that they are everything to each other and the sooner they give in the better. I know exactly the feelings they bring out in each other though, when Country approaches me, I can’t help the shit I say to him, I can’t believe he is even still trying to be nice to me, I have been nothing but sarcastic as fuck to him. I honestly have not been trying to act that way, it is like anytime he is near me the brain to mouth filter I have fails. Last week was the worst of it. I came in with Sara and we were both buzzed up, I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I could
n’t help it, my inhibitions were gone.
On Saturday, as we walked through the Clubhouse, I see Country in a second, with one of the Club whores on his lap. I got so fucking pissed just like I do whenever he is talking to or touching another woman. Sara and Ember have both picked up on my erratic behavior around him. They both love telling me that I am acting that way because I like him, and that scares me even more. Looking towards him again, Sara tries to stop me, but I just can’t stop myself. I walk up to him, grabbing the girl off of him before tugging him up outta his seat and down the hall towards the guys rooms.
Country didn’t say anything as I tugged him into his room, which I was in that once to change my clothing. Ugh, my stalker tendencies have been in full force these last few weeks watching his every move. I sink down to my knees pausing at how natural, pleasing, and safe it feels in front of this man. Grabbing for the buckle of his belt with no other thoughts than his cock in my mouth I pull his dick free. Looking up at him from my spot on the floor, I see the hungry in his eyes and can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as I pull his cock free from his jeans.
Licking my lips, I hear a groan from him before my lips wrap around his cock and I slowly swallow it all. As I pick up the pace, I feel his hands tangle in my hair and he quickly takes control of the rhythm forcing his cock further and further into my throat.
Gagging a few times on his cock has tears falling from my eyes, and my heartbeat racing. Continuing taking turns swallowing him and stroking him it is not long before I start to feel his balls tighten up. He reaches down under my arms and yanks me up, not wanting to finish in my mouth. Tossing me towards the bed, he climbs on top of me and pushes up my skirt. The next thing I know, my panties are being ripped from my body and he sinks into me.
