Sinner's Son (Savage Sons Motorcyle Club)

by Jayna King

  "Um, Moses?" the friend said, as if she were afraid to break my concentration.

  "Yeah?" I asked without looking up.

  "Can we really go somewhere after this?"

  "I guess," I answered. "Or I have an office in the back."

  I'd looked at the driver's license of the girl I was working on, and she was only nineteen. I figured that her friend had to be around the same age. They might be young, but they were legal.

  Using the tip of my needle, I mixed a little purple into the red that I was using to fill in the flower, and I looked over at the friend. I thought about asking her name, but I decided that I didn't really care. "So ... you want ink?" I asked her.

  She looked down at the girl I was tattooing before she answered. "I'd rather have the other," she said, and I suspected that she was trying to act braver than she felt.

  "And you?" I asked, as I felt the tension in her back increase as I worked on filling the flower.

  "Well, I'm getting the ink. I may as well get the whole package," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

  "Well, all right then, girls. As soon as I'm finished here and we get you covered up, we'll go back to my office. I'll be careful not to mess up the work I've done on you," I told the girl as I mixed in a little more purple to get the right shading toward the ends of the flower's petals.

  "You have anything to drink in there?" my customer asked, and I could hear the pain in her voice.

  "Got some whiskey. Might have some beer in the fridge."

  "I think I'm gonna need one," she said.

  "Nearly finished," I told her. "I just need to add a little white for highlights, and we're all done." I purged the color from my needle and picked up some white, making sure it was clean before I started back to work on her skin. "So, have the two of you ever made out? Have you ever kissed?" I forced myself to stay focused on my work, rather than reaching down and rubbing my hard-on.

  "No, I haven't kissed Julie," the friend answered. "But I have kissed a girl before."

  "Oh, my God, you never told me that," my customer said, lifting her head up to look at her friend. "Who did you kiss, Amber?"

  Amber smiled at me, and I imagined what she'd look like naked, with my cock in her mouth. "It was no one you know," she told Julie.

  I wiped the ink and blood away as I worked. "I'm gonna want to see the two of you kiss."

  Julie answered. "I'm game."

  Amber looked at me, and I could see her studying my cut. "What do all of those patches mean?" she asked.

  "A bunch of stuff that's none of your business."

  I could see her eyes widen, as if she wasn't used to being talked to that way. I didn't really give a shit. If she walked out the door, there were any number of girls who'd willingly take her place. I'd never suffered from a shortage of available pussy.

  "All right," I said, as I looked over my work. "Looks good," I told her, being completely honest. I gave her a hand to get up, because I knew that her muscles would have stiffened up since she'd been sitting still for so long. I handed her a mirror that she could use to take a look at her back. "What do you think?"

  "Oh, my God, I love it," she said, and I could tell by her smile that she meant it. "What do you think?" she asked Amber.

  "I think it's sexy," her friend answered. "Don't you?" she asked, looking at me and running her hand between her tits.

  "I think it'll be even sexier if we get you two out of those clothes." I pulled a piece of plastic wrap from the big roll I kept in the studio. "Turn around," I told Julie. She did, and I put the square of plastic on her skin. It stuck in place because of the thin layer of ointment I'd smoothed over the fresh tattoo. "You have your after care instructions, right?" I asked.

  "Sure do," she answered.

  "Then let's go." I opened the door that led to the hallway and turned toward my office. The girls picked up their things and followed me.

  "Moses?"

  The voice stopped me, and I turned to the girl who worked for me. "Whatcha need, Krystal?" I asked, knowing that she'd see the girls following me and would know exactly what I planned on doing with them.

  "Joker called. Said he'd tried your cell and you didn't pick up."

  I shook my head. "You both know that I don't answer the phone while I'm with a customer," I said, irritated.

  "I know, and that's what I told him when he called on the studio phone."

  "So?" I was impatient, looking forward to having a face full of tits while I got my dick sucked.

  "So he asked me to have you call him as soon as possible. He said it was important."

  "Jesus fucking Christ, everything's an emergency to that man."

  Krystal put her hand on her hip, and I could see skin between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her very low-rise jeans. I realized that it had been a while since I'd hit that, and I wondered if she'd be interested in joining the other two girls in the office.

  "Moses," she said, her sharp tone jerking my attention from her body to her face. "He is your uncle, and he sounded like he was pretty worked up."

  "I'll call him back as soon as we're finished, I promise." I grabbed Amber's ass and pulled her toward me. "Care to join us, Krystal?" I asked.

  She shook her head. "No," she answered, looking like she almost felt sorry for the girls who were about to get fucked harder than they'd ever been before. "I have to leave in a few minutes for a school project."

  I smacked Amber's ass and turned back toward my office door. "If we're not out, just lock up out front, will you?"

  Krystal turned around without another word and headed back to the front of the shop. She and I had hooked up a couple of times, and I'd realized that I liked her too much to treat her like the other hang-around chicks who I just used to get off. Krystal had turned into a good friend, and while I didn't know everything about women, I knew that I couldn't continue to fuck her and keep her as a friend. I don't do fuckin' relationship conversations, but we'd just cooled it with the sex and things had been fine. I didn't know if she minded that I fucked other chicks while she was around. I figured that if it was important to her, then she should say something.

  But back to Amber and Julie.

  I opened the door and stepped out of the way to let them inside. I saw a look pass between them, and I wondered if they were having second thoughts. Time to get rid of those.

  "Drink?" I asked, reaching for a bottle of Southern Comfort.

  Julie's voice sounded a little timid. "Do you have anything to mix that with?" she asked.

  I pointed to the little refrigerator at the end of my desk. "See for yourself. There may be some Coke in there." I didn't drink Coke, because all that sugar would un-do the work I did in the gym. I figured the whiskey and beer was bad enough, and I had to draw the line somewhere. I worked out hard, and I loved seeing the reaction of women when I took my shirt off. Coke was no help in that department.

  Julie pulled out a can of Coke, and I tossed her a couple of plastic cups. She held them while I filled the cups halfway with Southern Comfort and sat down on the couch to watch as she topped the drinks off with the cold Coke. She handed a cup to Amber, who took a long drink and shivered at the strength of the whiskey. Since the girls both looked a little anxious, I figured that I'd give the whiskey a chance to hit 'em and loosen them up a little before I went any further.

  "You can turn some music on if you want," I said, pointing to the stereo in the corner.

  Both girls went over to the stereo, and while they giggled, sipped their whiskey and Coke, and ran through the radio stations, I admired the fine sight of two perfect asses, ones I had every intention of making mine in just the next few minutes. They settled on some bullshit pop station, and I just tuned it out. When Amber turned around, I could see that she had a little fire in her eyes, and I decided that it was time to get the show started.

  "Amber, I want to see you kiss Julie."

  They looked at one another for a few seconds. Amber took a long drink,
nodded to Julie that she should do the same, and then set both cups down on my desk. This was gonna be good. Amber leaned over and just barely touched her lips to Julie's, only for a second.

  "There," she said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. "That good enough for you?"

  I just looked at her, refusing to say a word and certain that she was playing with me.

  Julie had leaned into the brief kiss, and it looked to me like she'd actually enjoyed it. "Amber," she said, reaching out and putting her hand on the curve of her friend's waist. "Kiss me again."

  I watched as the girls leaned in toward one another. Their lips met, parted, and their tongues tentatively made contact. I could see Julie press her body in closer toward Amber, and my cock got rock hard. Amber took Julie's hand and led her over to stand in front of the couch.

  "Moses, what do you want?" Amber asked, running her hands down Julie's arm.

  "I want to see your tits," I said, enjoying the thought of these two girls willing to do anything I wanted.

  Julie started to unbutton her shirt, and Amber put her hands on Julie's, stopping her. "Let me," she said, watching me as she slipped her hands inside Julie's shirt and lightly skimmed over her tits. Amber might have been young, but she handled herself like a pro. She unbuttoned Julie's shirt, removed it, and tossed it onto the couch beside me. Julie's bra was plain, white cotton, and it made her look even younger and more innocent than she was. I could see the dark outline of her nipples through the thin fabric and it took all the restraint I had not to tear the bra off and grab her. I decided to see what Amber would do next.

  She stepped back and quickly unbuttoned her own shirt and threw it aside. Her bra was not so innocent looking -- the black lace showing all of her nipples and pushing her huge tits together for amazing cleavage. I was gonna fuck her and fuck her hard. She reached out and flicked her finger over Julie's nipples, pointed and aroused through the white cotton.

  "Take it off," I ordered.

  Amber put her hands on Julie's hips and turned her to face me, walking around to stand behind Julie. She unhooked the bra, slid it from the girl's shoulders, and dropped it to the floor. Julie's tits were right at my eye level, and Amber reached around from behind and gently squeezed Julie's nipples while Julie arched her back and moaned involuntarily.

  I adjusted myself inside my jeans, my cock so hard it was painful. "Yours, too," I said, nodding to Amber.

  "I'll do it," Julie said, looking like she was completely turned on. She turned around, and I could see my tattoo work above the top of her low-rise jeans. Even through the plastic wrap, it was fucking fantastic.

  "I want to suck on your nipples," Julie said, surprising me with her open talk. She looked around at me and sat down on my lap, wiggling her ass a little as she got situated. She reached around behind Amber and unhooked the black lace bra and peeled it off to reveal huge tits, firm and young, with big erect nipples. "Oh, my God, I've wanted to do this for so long, Amber," she said before leaning forward to suck the girl's nipple between her lips.

  I wasn't sure whether Julie was telling the truth or putting on a show for my benefit, but I didn't care. This was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen in my life. I ran my hands around to Julie's tits while she sucked on Amber's. I pinched the small, pink nipples and felt Julie push her tits into my hands. She moved her ass back so that she pressed against my erection, and all I could think about was shoving my dick in her mouth, her pussy, or her ass ... I was so hard that it had to go somewhere, and quick.

  Scanning the room to figure out if there was a surface that would accommodate what I had in mind, I realized that the desk would work just fine. I slid Julie off my lap and stood up, pulling my fitted, gray Red Sea Tattoo shirt off and tossing it back onto the couch. I watched as both girls looked at me with frank lust in their eyes. Amber dropped to her knees, and before I could even get to the desk, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down, pulling my cock free and taking it in her mouth. I grabbed her hair, and pushed myself deeper into her mouth, filling her throat before pulling out and letting her catch her breath. Jesus, her mouth was hot and wet, and she could deep throat like a fuckin' porn star.

  Amber worked my cock in and out of her mouth and I looked at Julie. "Take those jeans off," I said, watching her unbutton and slowly slide them over her hips. The tiny, white cotton string bikini panties underneath matched her bra, and as she bent over to slide the jeans over her feet, I could see that she was wet -- the white cotton soaked with her juices. "Panties, too," I ordered, pushing my hips toward Amber's face, shoving my cock deeper.

  Julie started to remove her underwear, and I changed my mind. "Stop," I said, enjoying the power of seeing her do exactly what I'd commanded. I looked down at Amber. "Stand up and take your jeans off. I want to watch Julie eat your pussy."

  Amber and Julie looked at one another, and Julie smiled, looking wicked, standing there in only her tiny white panties.

  "I want to taste you, and I want you to cum on my face, Amber," Julie said.

  I couldn't help but reach down and grab my cock, still wet from Amber's mouth. I let go quickly because I wasn't gonna cum anywhere but inside Julie's sweet young pussy. I tossed aside the couple of stacks of papers that covered the end of my desk, and I turned to Amber. "You. Naked. There," I ordered, watching her take off her jeans and reveal that she had no panties on at all. She bent over and I could see the folds of her pussy, slick with arousal, and I pulled her ass toward me, slipping three fingers inside her, hard, and I heard her gasp as I forced my fingers inside her tight pussy. "I'm gonna fuck that, but I want to watch Julie fuck you with her tongue first."

  Amber sat on the desk, and I could see her juices on the surface.. Goddamn, was she hot. Julie bent and sucked on her nipples again while I squeezed Julie's from behind, harder and harder, until she gasped and arched her back, pressing into my cock. Only the tiny triangle of white cotton kept me from her. She bent over as Amber laid down, and she backed up against me, pushing me back a step so that she could get ready to fuck her friend with her tongue. I watched, fondling Julie's tits, as Amber parted her knees and placed her feet wide apart on the edge of the desk, revealing all of her soaking wet snatch. Julie used her fingers to find Amber's clit, and when Amber started moaning and pushing her pussy up to press harder on Julie's fingers, Julie lowered her mouth to Amber's clit.

  "I'm gonna fuck you," I said as Julie started working on her friend, clearly pleasing Amber, to judge by the sounds I was hearing. I reached down and tore the flimsy cotton strings at the sides of Julie's panties, and then I walked around the desk to pull a handful of condoms out of the drawer I always kept stocked. I rolled one over my cock, and I grabbed Julie's ass with both hands, moved her feet further apart, and put the head of my cock at the opening of her pussy.

  Still licking, sucking, and finger fucking Amber, Julie pressed back on my cock, and I felt her opening up to me. I thrust my hips forward, pulling her hips toward me and burying myself deep inside the tightest pussy I'd ever felt. I could feel her flinch a little as I shoved inside her, filling her in a way I knew she'd never felt before. I held her in place, knowing that she could stretch to accommodate my size, and knowing that she'd thank me when she came all over my cock. I forced myself in, deeper and deeper, and I could feel her start to ride me by pushing back a little with each thrust. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and I could tell that Amber was getting close to an orgasm too.

  "Amber, you're gonna cum on Julie's face," I said, grabbing Julie's hips and fucking her pussy even harder. "You're gonna cum, and then you're gonna cum again on my cock, after I've fucked Julie." I felt Julie's muscles tighten around me, and I knew she was about to climax. I thrust even deeper, and when her orgasm started, I let myself go, burying myself inside her while her pussy milked every drop of cum from my cock. Amber had found her release, too, and she lay on the desk, legs spread wide as she enjoyed her orgasm.

  I pulled out of Julie and walked into the bathroom off my
office. When I came back, I was about to order the girls to change places, and I was deciding whether I wanted to fuck Amber in the pussy or in the ass, when the thunder of someone banging on my office door disturbed my fantasy that was about to come true. Before I could even answer, or turn toward the door, it swung open, and my uncle, Joker, walked inside.

  "Jesus," I said, as I calmly reached for my jeans. "Why'd you even bother to knock if you were just gonna come in?"

  The girls looked terrified at first, though they quickly started to look embarrassed. I pulled on my t-shirt and pointed to the door. "Joker, I'll talk to you in a minute. Get out."

  "Motherfucker, I understand you not answering the phone while you're working, but this ain't work, son."

  "You're right," I agreed with him, watching as Julie turned around to cover some of her nakedness. "It was work at first," I said, pointing to the tattoo on her lower back. "This part was pleasure. Get out to the front, and let's let these young ladies get dressed. I'll be right out."

  Joker left the room, and I turned to face the girls. "Sorry for the interruption. Sounds like there's something going on that needs my attention. We're going to have to cut the fun short."

  The girls scrambled for their clothes, as if they'd all of the sudden realized that a tattoo appointment had turned into a threesome and that they'd momentarily lost their senses.

  Amber was the first one dressed. "So, Moses, when can we do this again?" she asked, looking to Julie, who nodded her agreement.

  "We won't be doing this again, girls."

  "But we didn't get to finish," Julie protested.

  "Yes, we did," I told them. "It was fun, but it was a one-time thing. My life's more complicated than you need to know. Move on, and tell your friends who the best tattoo artist is." I walked out of the office, unwilling to listen to any more of their needy bullshit. That was the problem with young girls who weren't used to the MC lifestyle. They wanted more than I was willing to give. They were a piece of ass to me, and that was all. It was much better not to get too attached to pussy.