Page 2 of Blade
The last I heard, Lake has nothing to do with her mother and isn’t keen on the club, not that I blame her. Most brothers think she’s like her mama, wanting a brother’s patch despite most not even knowing what she looks like.
Randy decided to homeschool her.
After the horror stories that Randy told us, I thought Fury would have been smart when fucking a clubwhore, you know, pulling out then jizzing into the condom or making her swallow his load. Instead, he got trapped by Lacey who had been eyeing him up for fucking months knowing what his role would become in the club when I took over. She poked holes in his condoms, and when she announced she was pregnant with a smirk, it took several of us to hold him down because she admitted to trapping him, demanding an old lady cut.
The joke was on her, though. After she gave birth to little Tate and paternity was proved, he got full custody, shocking her. She was pissed her plan failed, and it is very fucking rare Lacey sees her. Fuck, even now, the woman herself is busy getting fucked in the ass by some hang around that wants to be a prospect while Tank is fucking her mouth. The only reason Dad decided to keepher around was because of Tate and yet I’d bet she doesn’t even remember when Tate’s birthday is.
I shake my head and pay attention to the two women before me, completely lost in their own world, knowing I won’t fuck them just yet because my mother is still here, curling her lip in disgust at the brother’s actions. I’m going to continue to ignore her knowing she’s one moan away from losing it, especially when one brother who is currently engaged and just gave his cut to his woman is getting a blowy while drunk off his ass.
Snatch widens her legs, giving me a perfect view of Destiny circling her clit with her tongue while she has three fingers in her pussy and two in her ass, juices coating her hand.
Damn…
A clubwhore’s primary job is to cook and clean the massive three-story clubhouse, which from the outside looks like a country hotel with a wooden effect. They live on-site in the rooms provided on the second floor with prospects, while the brothers have a room on the top floor.
Fucking is completely up to them. They don’t have to do it if they don’t want to. If they say no, then a brother moves on, though it is very rare that they say no. They get paid and free board for keeping this place clean and in top shape, though some do slack and that will be changing, I’m going to ensure it.
I smirk as Snatch’s pussy gushes, and she squirts into Destiny’s mouth, who moans, drinking it all up before suddenly, she quickly climbs up Snatch’s body, grabs her thighs, and spreads them before putting her very wet pussy against Snatch’s and moves her hips, rubbing fast and I bite my bottom lip knowing I’m going to take these two to my new room down near the offices.
I can’t wait until Mama leaves after sticking up for her friends. My dick is like a fucking steel rod.
Destiny brings herself to orgasm and throws her head back and screams, pushing her large fake tits out, and her body locks up, their juices mixing together as she comes before she looks my way, full of lust, breathing heavily, sweat coating her chest and face.
I smirk coldly and command, “Sit on her face,” then take another sip of my beer gingerly. Without missing a beat, Destiny climbs up Snatch’s body and hovers over her face. Snatch grips her thighs and brings her down to her face, clearly not liking how slow she’s going before her lips instantly latch onto Destiny’s large clit.
I bite my bottom lip as Destiny throws her head back and moans loudly, my cock wanting to come out and play, twitching in my jeans.
Soon, real fucking soon, once my mother fucks off because if I stand up, I may not make it to my room before I shove my cock down Destiny’s throat…
I watch, entranced by the show, while laughter, moans, and chitchat surrounds me, and contentment fills me. I fucking love my life, love that I’ve got pussy on tap, love that I have the freedom to do what I want.
The club, open pussy, what more could a brother want?
Luna – Seventeen Years Old
I tense at the sound of the creaky floorboards just off the stairway not far from my bedroom door, and I fist my covers tighter as my heart begins to race, knowing that what is about to happen, I can’t stop, that a little bit more of my soul to about to die.
“You are mine. You always have been, and whether you like it or not, you belong to me!”
His whispered words of threat swim in my head like always whenever I hear the sounds of the creaky floorboard, a tell-tale sign that he will be in here at any moment. My tears blur my vision as the creaking stops right outside my door, and the urge to run consumes me, but I know the consequences if I do and I know no one will come to my aide, not my mama, not my brother, no one.
It was my thirteenth birthday, the first time this happened. I was just a clueless, happy kid who loved to hang around with her big brother and his friends, not really knowing the real dangers in life. Now, my big brother, the president of the Furies MC, is most likely passed out drunk at the clubhouse or has some woman in his bed and wouldn’t notice what is about to happen. He has never noticed, none of them have.
Axe, or Taylor to me, is five years older than me, and I used to believe he was my best friend growing up. I idolized him until I didn’t.
He allowed this evil into our lives. He allowed me to be treated this way, and I can’t do anything about it. The last and only time I tried to tell was at my father’s funeral. My mother called me a liar and accused me of trying to start a war within the club, then smacked me across the face while the brothers looked at me with disgrace.
Dad would have believed me.
He stupidly decided to drive back from his mistress's house drunk and crashed his bike into the side of the bridge just outside of town. His said his mistress turned up at the funeral crying that the love of her life was gone despite knowing she wasn’t his only one and the fact that he was a taken man.
Mama didn’t even hesitate to put a knife to her throat.
“Now you can join the cheating bastard!”
Her evil whispered sneer was heard throughout the cemetery. Everyone was in shock that she had killed someone, something old ladies normally don’t do. It is well known that brothers aren’t faithful, but this was the first time I saw a woman claim a brother who wasn’t hers to claim.
The woman was dead within seconds, and no, that is not something a thirteen-year-old should see. It was at that point my hell got worse because I knew I was on my own, and so did he.
