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Wrecker
There’ssome buzzing noise coming from somewhere, but my alcohol infused brain can’t process what it is and where it’s coming from.
“Make it stop,” a whiny voice calls from the other side of the bed.
I crack an eye open and all I see is bare skin. Whoever it is, she has a really great ass, I snort to myself. The sound echoes painfully in my head, making it spin.
A soft hand touches me from the other side, and my cock jumps in anticipation. I open my eyes again, only to see the bleach blond hair of one of the club whores heading straight for it. She runs her tongue on every indentation of my abs, then finally lower, and lower still, until I can’t take it anymore. I grab her by the hair and move her mouth to where I need it, letting out a loud moan of pleasure when she deep throats me like a pro.
“Hey,” her twin whines and pouts. “It was supposed to be my turn this morning.”
“Oh yeah?” I grab her by the hair as well and bring her head down to my crotch. With one hard move, I yank whore number one off my cock and stick it in whore number two’s mouth, not stopping until I feel her gagging around me. “You got it,” I let out a snarly laugh. Who am I not to give them what they’re asking for, right?
The noise that woke me up stops at some point, but only to start again. I finally realize that it is my burner phone, but I don’t want to look at it just yet. It is most likely my father, and I don’t want to hear his voice until I come. Because I know for sure that hearing it would be a killer for the epic erection I am sporting right now.
With both hands shoved in each whore’s hair, I switch them every so often. They each have their own talents when it comes to giving blowjobs. Since they’re both naked in my bed, might as well put them to good use.
I feel tingles at the base of my spine and shiver in pleasure. I have no reason not to come, so I let it go with no warning. When the one bobbing her head on my cock starts chocking on my cum, I pull her off and bring the other one down. She sucks me dry and licks me clean, no drop going to waste.
“Ah,” I let go of them and stretch my arms over my head. “This is how a man should wake up every morning.”
“What about us?” Number Two is a whiner, I realize with a wince. I don’t like that.
My burner phone starts buzzing again, and I let out a sigh of annoyance when I grab it.
“How about you two help each other out while I take care of some business?” I offer, moving my eyebrows up and down suggestively.
“Are you gonna watch?” Number One gives me a coy smile. She knows I love to watch.
“Nothing I’d rather do,” I wink at her, and she blows me a kiss.
As far as club whores go, they are a dime a dozen. Such is the life for most women who want to be part of a motorcycle club. I usually pick these two because they are good at what they do, and they know what I like by now, so they don’t waste my time by guessing or going rogue on me with new shit.
I finally take my eyes off them to flip open this damn burner phone.
“Yeah,” I growl in it. I know it’s my father, and I know he’s calling to bitch about something.
“Are you done fucking those bitches?” As I was saying.
“Why? You want a go at them? You know where my room is,” I snicker sarcastically. Not that he didn’t fuck around before with the whores who ran from my bed to his. He is the president of the club and has more power than me as his VP. The whores do want to keep their options open.
I am momentarily distracted by Number One and Number Two who are all tangled up in a sixty-nine, licking each other’s pussies like the best dessert. They are very thorough with each other, I muse. I guess somebody’s gotta do that to them, because it won’t be me. I’m more selective about where I put my mouth than where I stick my dick.
“I need you on a run,” my father gets my attention.
“Why me?” I hardly ever go on runs anymore. That’s what we have members in lower ranks and prospects for.
“This one is important,” he growls at me. I can tell he is not happy that I am questioning his decision. “I don’t trust anyone else with it.”
“Where to?” I clench my jaw and pull a cigarette out of the pack I have sitting at all times on the nightstand.
“Wisconsin.” The line goes dead. I close the flip phone with a loud snap and throw it to the side.
“Wrecker,” Number Two moans as she is blindly moving her hand around to grab my cock.
With my cigarette still in my mouth, I just let her pump me up and down while she and Number One continue licking each other. All I hear are wet, sloppy noises. My eyes just stare at the wall in front of me, squinting through the smoke from the cigarette.
