Desperados MC - Sergeant-at-Arms
By Sienna Valentine
Copyright © 2014 Sienna Valentine
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"Your turn."
Madison stared ahead at the big bearded biker in front of her, who now stood naked wearing only his boots and black socks. She only knew him as Prez, and had only met him about five minutes ago after coming into the clubhouse with Dax, another biker she had only met a couple of hours ago. That didn't stop her from fucking him and sucking off his buddy Troy, but at least that had been her decision. She really had no interest in doing it again for the president of their club.
"Come on honey, show Prez them big titties of yours," he said. His pale green eyes were fixated on her chest, and his fingers were wiggling in anticipation of grabbing them. Prez looked to be in his late forties, his dark beard already showing streaks of grey. Madison could tell his body was once muscled, but at this point it seemed like he had let himself go, at least in the belly area. His gut hug over his flaccid penis, shadowing it in the dim light of his office. His body was heavily tattooed, but Madison's eyes were drawn to some text scrawled across his chest. jus primae nocti. It looked latin, but she had no idea what it meant.
Prez stepped forward, reaching up and grabbing one of her big breasts in his meaty hand. He gave it a firm squeeze. "Mmmmm," he growled. "Dax picked a winner this time."
Madison stepped back, out of his grasp, causing the big bearded biker to frown from beneath his whiskers. "Dax not explain things?" he growled. "You want to be with someone in the club, you gotta be with me, first. Jus primae nocti. I get to fuck all the new broads that the guys bring back here before they're allowed to be official ol' ladies. My club, my rules. If you don't like it, get the fuck out. Otherwise, lemme see those big beautiful tits already!" He laughed raucously, his belly shaking as he did so.
Madison couldn't believe the way this day had turned out. She'd only met Dax a couple of hours ago, but she was so drawn to him. Something about bikers in general just got her so wet. She just had to close her eyes and think about them, clad in their leather jackets, tattoos, attitudes, everything! Their whole demeanor just screamed MAN and made her completely overcome with desire.
Even the naked president in front of her, although he wasn't the most handsome of the bikers, certainly no Dax, exuded power. He controlled a room full of thugs, and even had the power to get them to hand over their women for him to fuck before he'd allow them to continue fucking them. There wasn't anything guys were more protective of than their women, in Madison's experience, and yet here he was able to command such obedience from them all. If they couldn't turn him down, how could she? She'd hate to have to leave so soon after finally getting to see a real motorcycle club house. Besides, she'd already sucked off Troy, and she wasn't too attracted to him, either.
With a shrug, she dropped her hands to the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head, freeing her D size breasts with a bounce. The biker's eyes lit up as he saw them and he stepped forward again, this time grabbing both of them at the same time. "That's right," he said with a lascivious smile.
Madison closed her eyes, trying to imagine Dax, the bald headed biker she had met earlier in the bar today. His handsome face and strong arms filled her mind's eye, and she thought of his strong hands against her breasts instead of the ones that were groping her now.
She felt one of the hands slide down and grab hold of her jean shorts, yanking hard against the button that held them closed. Worried that he would pull the button off completely, she quickly reached down with her own hands and replaced his, undoing her pants. As soon as they were loosened, the president of the Desperados yanked them to the floor, bending as he did so. With his face at the level of her crotch, he pressed his nose against her bare sex and took in a deep breath.
"Fuck your cunt smells good," he said.
Madison shivered at that word. She'd always hated it, it was so vulgar. She pushed it from her mind and tried again to summon back images of Dax. She tried to picture his body, his muscles, his tattoos. Even the one across the back of his neck that said "Shit Happens". She gasped suddenly as she felt a wet tongue run along her slit. Prez let out another little moan as he stood up. "And you taste fantastic as well. Now let's see how good you can suck dick."
He lay a big hand on Madison's shoulder and pushed her down; forcing her to sink to her knees and confront the small cock that hid beneath his belly. She reached forward and grabbed his dick in her hand, giving it a couple of tugs. It immediately began to harden to a size that was easier to slide between her lips, especially since she had to navigate underneath his extended stomach. Opening her mouth, Madison slid his cock in and gave her tongue a few swirls before starting to bob up and down, her hand following along the trail of saliva she left behind.
Within three minutes, Prez was already grunting and putting his hand against her head, pushing her off. "Bend over my desk," he panted.
Madison did as she was told, bending forward until she felt his belly mass pressing against her ass and a little poke between her legs. The president grabbed her hips and then thrust forward, burying his full five inches into her pussy in one move. But he only got about three strokes in before he let out a loud grunt and she felt him explode inside of her, spraying her womb with his premature orgasm.
"Fuck yeah!" he said, leaning forward to put his hand on the desk next to Madison. His belly was resting on top of her ass and he was breathing heavily as his cock continued to spurt a couple more times before starting to shrivel and drop out. Madison kept her surprised face buried down against her arm, hiding her smile from the biker. She hadn't had a guy cum that fast since she was in high school, and it was all she could do to keep from laughing. Who knew how this guy would react to that.
Madison dressed and left the office. Prez stayed behind, collapsed on his couch and still catching his breath. As soon as she made her way back to the main room, she caught Dax's eye and he nodded at her, but then turned back to a conversation he was having with another biker. Madison was a little disappointed at his reaction. He didn't seem overly happy to see her, even though it was his idea that she go and satisfy the president in the first place.
She made her way over to him, ignoring some of the comments from the other bikers about the size of her tits or her firm ass as she went.
Dax continued to ignore her as she approached, his focus on the tall, gaunt looking biker in front of him. The man had to be over six feet tall, and had short brown hair that was cut over his dark, sunken eyes. She stood there, a foot away, staring at Dax until the man finally turned to look at her.
"What?" His eyes cold and grey as he regarded her.
Why was he being such a dick all of a sudden? "I did what you wanted, can we get out of here?"
"You don't see me talking here?" Dax said, his jaw clenched as he spoke through gritted teeth. "I have some business to take c
are of, why don't you just hang out here for a while until I get back."
Madison's mouth opened in shock that he would even suggest that. "Are you fucking kidding me, Dax? What the fuck-"
Dax grabbed her by the elbow and gave her a yank towards the door. "I'll be right back," he said over his shoulder to the tall biker.
He guided Madison out into the sunlight and slammed the door behind them. "You need to watch the way you talk to me, girl."
"Fuck you!" she spat back. "I did what you wanted, I fucked your president. What are you all pissy about?"
A look passed over Dax but it was quickly replaced with stony detachment again. "Who said that was what I wanted?"
Madison was incredulous. "What the fuck? You're the one that said I had to fuck your president and everyone else in this fucking club if I want to be with you. A bullshit set of rules if you ask me, but I did it. At least the first part. But if you're-"
"Listen," Dax growled, interrupting her again. "All I said was if you want to be an ol' lady here, there were certain things you needed to do - I didn't tell you to do it."
Madison wrung her hands. "I thought you wanted me... to be with me..."
Dax's steel eyes continued to bore into her. He was probably reading her soul again, as he seemed to have a knack for doing. Whatever he saw, his eyes softened slightly before he responded.
"Listen, Madison, you're a good kid. I just don't know if this life is for you, you know. It's not for everyone. You're still young, and this is a rough bunch. You don't want to get mixed up in this shit."
Madison blew an exasperated breath from her mouth, causing some hair that had fallen into her face to flutter away. She hated when someone tried to guess what she was capable of, make decisions for her based on what they thought they knew about her. Yes, she probably was over her head but being here actually made her feel alive, and being with Dax was exciting. She hadn't ever felt this way in her normal boring life, and she wasn't interested in returning to that now. Not after having a taste of this, as small as it had been so far.
"Do you want me to leave?" she suddenly asked. She was scared to hear the answer, but she had to know.
Dax said nothing for a moment, and Madison could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the answer. She felt herself biting her lip and consciously stopped, unwilling to show her nerves or weakness in front of the powerful man.
"No," he said finally. "But I think you should."
"Are you telling me to?"
"No."
"Then I'm staying."
Dax shook his head slowly. "I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into."
Madison let out a long shuddering breath. "But I have you to protect me, right?"
The biker laughed, shaking his head again. "This is a bad idea."
She walked forward, putting her arms around his waist and lifting herself up on her tip toes to give him a peck on the lips. He responded by pressing his lips against hers firmly, and the peck turned into something more. His arms wrapped around her as hers slid up his back. They kissed for another minute and then finally pulled apart.
"You have a lot to learn about the way things work around here."
"Teach me," she said.
He shook his head again, sighing. "Like I have time for that. Listen, I have to go on a run, to pick something up. That's why I told you to stay here. We can talk when I get back."
Madison's face dropped at the mention of her staying on her own in the clubhouse again. When they had first arrived, Dax had mentioned that it was customary for new girls to be shared amongst the club members before they could get with someone permanently. It was bad enough fucking their leader, she really wasn't interested in being the focus of a gangbang while she waited for Dax's return. "Can't I come with you? I really don't want to stay here alone..."
"I'm sure there are some other girls in the house somewhere," Dax said.
"I don't know any of them."
The biker just looked at her with his grey eyes again. Whenever he did that, she couldn't look away. She'd get caught in their hypnotic stare and her knees would feel weak as he probed into her core. Finally he nodded. "Alright, fine, this time. We're just going to get something owed to us, it shouldn't be a big deal." He turned on his heel. "Come on back inside."
When they got back in, the main room had cleared out for the most part, leaving only the tall biker and two others talking in a corner. When he saw them return, he broke off and approached them.
"Madison, this here is Lurch," Dax said as the biker extended his hand. She shook it with a smile. His nickname seemed appropriate to his looks. He really did remind her of the tall butler from the Addams Family. Lurch nodded at her, his grip was firm.
"Lurch, Madison is coming with us. She'll ride with me."
Lurch raises his eyebrows at this.
"It'll be fine," Dax assured him.
"Your decision," Lurch said. His voice was deep and sonorous.
"That's right. So let's ride."
The two men headed out the door and Madison scrambled after them, careful not to get left behind. She could see the two men that Lurch had been talking to earlier giving her sidelong glances from across the room.
The sun was hot and had heated the leather seat of the motorcycle, burning the insides of her thighs as she saddled up behind Dax. She really need to get longer pants if she was going to be continuing to ride. She strapped the helmet over her head and wrapped her arms around Dax. His chest felt firm underneath her hands, and she breathed in the smell of his leather jacket as she lay her cheek against his back. I can get use to this, she thought.
The motor roared to life, and they took off. Slowly at first, as they made their way down the winding road of the hidden complex and then finally picking up speed as they got onto the freeway.
The sun was already beginning it’s descent in the west as they sped along, and Madison knew that by now she would have been ending her shift and heading back home if she'd stayed at her bartending job instead of quitting and leaving with Dax and Troy. Her parents were likely going to be wondering where she was, and she wasn’t sure what to tell them. They wouldn’t approve, of course, but they really didn’t have a choice. This was her life, and it was about time she took charge of it and stopped living up to their expectations.
Taking the job at the biker bar was the first step towards that, and just getting them to go along with that had been a hard enough battle to win. At the end of the day, though, she was an adult and they couldn’t really stop her. She suspected, though, that they had only really stopped fighting about it because they thought she would probably give up after a week or two. That she’d realize that she was wrong and they were right, as usual, and that this whole “biker thing” was just a phase that she would grow out of.
The truth was, she’d always had a thing for bikers, and it was actually her parents fault. One of her earliest memories were when her parents would take her to visit their friends, Don and Nancy Wallis. Madison had only been maybe nine or ten at the time, but the Wallis family had a girl of their own, Linda, who was the same age. Whenever they got together, they would shuffle the two girls off to play together while they did grown up things – mostly drink wine and play bridge.
Linda and Madison would play for a while, but they never really hit it off as well as their parents would have liked. Part of it was Madison’s fault, as she was far more interested in Linda’s older brother Rick. Rick was a lot older, at almost 18, and whenever he was around Madison would find a reason to sneak away from Linda and over to his room to see what he was up to.
She was totally crushing on him, and he really didn’t pay much attention at first. But whenever she was able to find a reason to get into his room, she would notice that his walls were covered in pictures of motorcycles, and his shelves filled with models and replicas of bikes.
After a while, Madison started to take an interest in bikes as well. At first, it was just a ploy to find a comm
on interest with Rick and get him to notice her. In that respect, it worked. Eventually she would start talking to him about bikes, and once he realized he finally had someone who wanted to actually hear him drone on about his passion, he was enthusiastic about talking to her. He even let her try on the leather jacket he had spent his first paycheque on. She still remembered the warm smell of the leather, spiked with just a hint of eau du Rick.
But it never really went further than that. She was only ten, after all, and soon Rick had a girlfriend his own age and he was barely ever home anymore whenever her family came for a visit. Or if he was, he would be locked in his room with his girlfriend and Madison was no longer welcome.
It was disappointing, but although nothing ever happened between herself and Rick, she often thought about him over the years, and he was one of the first boys she ever fantasized about. Whenever she did, she would think about him in his leather jacket, both of them wrapped around her naked body and then him taking her on the back of the bike that he actually did end up getting. She’d seen him riding around on it, years later.
It was a fantasy that she had always kept to herself – hidden in the back of her mind. The high school she went to didn’t have anyone in it that rode a bike, and so consequently she never had an opportunity to ride one, much less date anyone that did. But once she started to watch shows like Sons of Anarchy, her old feelings had awoken within her again and she was finding it hard to push them back out of her head. And so she found herself a job where she was sure to cross paths with the men she so often daydreamed about, and she was finding it hard to believe that after only working there for a few days she was already riding around on the back of a bike with her arms wrapped around one of the hunky, tough members of the most renowned motorcycle club around.
They rode for another 20 minutes before both bikes pulled off the freeway and into a seedy part of town. A lot of the houses and buildings that they passed were boarded up, although Madison noticed that some of the boards looked as if they had been pried off and she was sure she saw faces peeking out of at least one as they rode past. They finally pulled up to a large warehouse that seemed to be in a better state then most of the surrounding buildings. There were no broken windows, although the windows that were there were more than 10 feet off the ground so she couldn’t see anything on the inside.
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