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I grunt as my cum unloads into this whore’s asshole. This bitch is the only one I go ungloved with, and only because I’ve had her thoroughly tested, and pay her to stay mine, and only mine. My brothers have tried to get me to let them have a turn, but that ain’t happening.
At least, not until I’m done. Hangman and I are the only ones that get the new bitches, and until we’re done breaking them in, they stay ours. Except this cunt here, she’s not new anymore, but she’s flexible as fuck and doesn’t talk.
Nothing better than a bitch who doesn’t bitch.
I slap her ass, letting her know we’re done, and without a word like a good little bitch, she gets up and leaves while taking the bag I made her wear off her head. Flopping to my back on my bed, I grab my smokes from the table and light one up.
Ever since Hangman found his daughter Melissa, and became a grandfather, the fucker has become a pussy. Hell, the club is going to shit because of the kid. Hangman went soft, Slammer left the club for her. And Dirty...idiot took Melissa’s damn advice about the bitch Anara and now he’s gone all soft and shit, too.
“Yo, Rage!” Hangman shouts as he bangs open my door. “For fuck’s sake,” he mutters as he realizes I’m just laying on the bed naked and turns around. “You done with that bitch Jordan yet? Every brother out there is bitching about not being able to try her out. She’s been here six months now.”
“Fuck off. And no. I still like her holes.” I move off the bed and grab my pants, yanking them up. “You’ll be the first to know when I’m done with her.” I smirk at him as I pass. The other brothers stopped bitching months ago about this shit, so I know it’s him that wants a taste of the mute Jordan. Though I doubt he’ll actually take her, man’s been celibate as fuck since he finally got his woman Justine and has made a vow to never cheat on her.
Fucking stupid name for someone with tits. If it wasn’t for her body she wouldn’t be here, she’s what I like to call, a butter face.
“By the time you’re done with her, her holes will be as ugly as her face,” he grumbles, making me grunt out a laugh, there is a reason why I made that bitch wear a bag on her head. Don’t need to see her ugly fuckin’ face while I’m banging her. “Anyways, real reason I came to find you, is that the paperwork from Megan is here.”
I flip him off and grunt. Thank fuck, I’m finally free of that bitch. Everyone was shocked as shit when I helped the woman leave. Pretty sure I had her shit packed before she decided she was leaving. We tolerated each other since life threw us together. She was a gift to me from the old president of the club. His used-up whore. My patch-in gift. So, it was no skin off my back when she decided to leave. The bitch never complained when I would bring home another woman to fuck or had a kid with another woman. Hell, Megan would constantly volunteer to babysit, knowing full well I’d be fucking the kids’ mother while she did.
She kept the bitches at bay that wanted the Old Lady patch. Not got too much bad shit to say about the woman, never loved her, didn’t hate her, but I liked her well enough.
“Good, just put it in the safe, as long as everything’s official, no reason I need anything more to do with that shit.”
“Will do. Church in twenty to see if any of the prospects deserve a patch. Haven’t had a patch-in party in for fuckin’ ever, so hopefully, one of those shits is good enough.” Fuck yeah, he’s right, it’s been too damn long since we had a prospect move up the ranks, a patch-in party is what we all need. And with Hangman’s new rules in place, bitches from town come to those parties to fuck, I’ll be in pussy heaven. The club pushed at first, our rules were simple, no outsiders in the club, ever. No women clothed, ever. And no condoms needed as we test girls. But things started changing, and now we host parties to outsiders, have family day once a month, girls can remain clothed, especially when outsiders and family are around. And of course, the condom rule is now in effect, meaning every brother wears one.
Too many of the bitches were showing up knocked up, I have four kids by four different club girls, girls that are still very much in the club just not with me. Hangman knocked up club bitches twice, and Decker and Gunner both have had pregnancy scares. With that shit happening so damn often the condom rule is a good one. One I don’t really listen to, though, as I only go ungloved in butterface’s asshole. No chance of the bitch getting knocked up that way.
“Is she coming?” I ask him, he knows exactly who I’m talking about.
“Yes, the boys are getting twitchy as fuck about her, Decker and Wiz already have gone to the strip club and fucked her in the back rooms a few times. They brag about that shit to anyone. At least here, she’s a free for all and won’t get a say in who’s cock is inside her.” I grin, fuck yeah, been wanting to lay claim on her for years.
A few years ago, Hangman heard about a rat situation with the Jacks Devils MC in the states and took care of their problem. In return, we got their big-titted bitch; both Hangman and I had fucked that cunt on a ride through the place many times, hottest bitch I ever had. After seeing what the Jack’s Devils’ two psycho killers did to her while they had her, we didn’t touch her for months. Let her heal up and shit, then quickly put her to work at our local strip joint.
A few of the boys have gone in to watch her perform, but no one seemed to be able to get her to put out, except for Decker and Wiz. Knowing those two they probably got her for a private lap dance and forced that shit.
But tonight, on my turf, she’s mine, and I’ll be damned if I let her say no this time.