Hung (Selected Sinners MC #4) (13 page)

BISCUIT

After a twenty minute wait for him to arrive, my boredom had peaked at an all-time high and I was ready to tell the zit-faced bartender to get her ass out of my house and go home. My promise of providing Corn Dog a piece twenty year old submissive pussy was the only thing that prevented me from doing just that. As I stood and watched her standing naked on the stool while we waited for him to arrive, I realized there was nothing even remotely attractive to me about her.

Now watching from the edge of the living room as Corn Dog tried to orchestrate the fiasco, I couldn’t help but find humor in the ordeal, but felt no desire to involve myself in any way. My mind continued to fade to thoughts of Kat, wondering how she was doing after the run-in with her former boyfriend. Attempting to rid my mind of any outside influences so I would be able to enjoy the show, I turned down the music, peered through the doorway, and into the kitchen.

To satisfy my request – and more than likely his desire to have a threesome – Corn Dog arrived with an overly eager attitude and an additional female, Sloan. Sloan was Avery’s best friend at one point in time, but as Avery’s interest in Axton became apparent, Sloan didn’t respect her or the developing relationship. Avery and Sloan lived together at the time, and Sloan’s slutty attitude around Axton finally ground on Avery’s last nerve. The friendship soon dissolved, leaving Sloan alone and desiring a boyfriend who resembled Axton.

Toad, the MC’s former Marine and Sergeant-at-Arms stepped in, fucked Sloan a few times, and found her to be a very willing – but extremely annoying – sexual partner. One day, after wrapping Sloan’s head in Saran Wrap and fucking her until she was damned near suffocated, Toad lost interest in her, and simply dropped her off at Corn Dog’s house.

Sloan, being the true slut she was, didn’t seem to care who she was with, only that the person was a biker, and he was willing to fuck. Corn Dog, having just been released from prison, was more than willing to put up with Sloan’s annoying personality as long she was willing to satisfy him sexually. After Toad introduced them to one another they had been inseparable.

Corn Dog stood on the stool I had provided Cassie. In front of him lying on her back, was Sloan. Her head - in an almost upside down position - dangled from the end of the countertop. As Corn Dog slowly and steadily pumped her mouth full of his schlong, saliva ran from her mouth, down to her nose, and along her forehead. Cassie stood the other end of the island with her face buried in Sloan’s lap, and was at least attempting to eat Sloan out. As Corn Dog continued to pummel Sloan’s throat, he craned his neck toward Cassie and sighed heavily.

“God fucking damn,” Corn Dog whined as he pulled his cock free of Sloan’s mouth.

“What?” Sloan responded as she wiped the slobber from her face and forehead.

He waved his hand toward Sloan and leaned to the side, “Hey. Whatever your fucking name is,
come here
.”

Cassie raised her head, stood, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She lowered her shoulders in apparent shame as she shuffled toward the end of the island.

“Yeah,” she sighed as she sauntered toward him.

“You eat pussy about like I eat escargot. Is there a fucking problem?” he asked as she approached.

“I…I uhhm…it seems
weird
. I’ll do it if you want me to, it’s just…” she stammered.

He raised his hand in the air and shook his head, “Nope, you’re done with the pussy licking. I can’t fucking stand it. It’s painful to see, and I’m about to go limp watching you do it.”

He alternated glances between them and tossed his hands in the air, clearly frustrated. Sloan slid off the edge of the counter, stood beside Cassie, and waited for his instructions. After studying them both for a moment, he pointed to the counter.  

“Sloan, you get up there on your back with your pussy facing me,” he said as he turned to face Sloan.

Sloan climbed onto the island, rolled onto her back, and let her legs dangle off the end of the island.

He glanced at Cassie, “You ain’t afraid of sucking a dick are you?”

Uh-uh. I
like
giving head,” Cassie responded.

“Show me what you got,” Corn Dog snapped back as he pressed his hands against her shoulders.

She dropped to her knees and began sucking Corn Dog’s dick like she owed him money, and giving him head was the pay off.

Having watched her attempt to suck my big cock in the past - and encountering a few issues with the size - made seeing her go to town on Corn Dog’s average sized shaft with ease a little unnerving. It left me wishing – at least for the time being – that I had an average sized cock. Sex, in itself, satisfied me. Finding a woman, however, who was able to satisfy me and make use of my
entire
cock wasn’t easy. The few who were able to do so were reserved – at least in my mind – as my
go to
women.

As I stood back and shook my head at the porn-fest as it unfolded, Sloan resituated herself on the countertop, rising up and onto her elbows so she could enjoy Cassie’s deep throating Corn Dog’s cock. As Cassie continued to bob her head and moan, Sloan gazed her direction and grinned.

Satisfied this wasn’t going to end anytime soon, I sat down on the loveseat and rested my chin against my hand. I found it oddly satisfying that although I was entertained by the show in the kitchen, I wasn’t in the least bit aroused. Uncertain if it was my newfound disgust with Cassie or a combination of Cassie and Sloan – who I had
no
respect for – or the fact I perceived both women as possessing minimal amounts of pride, I relaxed into the arm of the chair as if I were sitting on the riverbank fishing.

“Alright, alright, you’ve got a pretty good head game,” Corn Dog said as he pressed his hand against her forehead, forcing his dick to spring free from her mouth.

“Stand up,” he barked. 

She wiped her mouth free of saliva and stood. It appeared she was beaming with pride as she gazed up at him grinning.

“Now get up on top of her - on your hands and knees - and shove your pussy in
her
face,” he said to Cassie as he motioned toward Sloan.

Cassie stepped onto the stool, struggled for a moment to climb onto the counter, and eventually straddled Sloan’s face. Lying on her back, Sloan reached up, wrapped her arms around Cassie’s waist, and commenced to burying her mouth between Cassie’s legs. Cassie immediately arched her back and began moaning. At least it appeared Sloan was able to understand and follow directions.

Seemingly pleased, Corn Dog glanced in my direction, shrugged, and stepped onto the stool. As he stood with his rigid cock in his hand, he tilted his head to the side and grinned.

“You sure you don’t want in on this, brother?” he hollered.

I grinned and shook my head.

“Not today, Dog. It’s her punishment for pissing me off, she’s got nothin’ comin’ from me,” I shouted in return as I waved my hand in the air.

It sounded good in theory, but wasn’t remotely close to the truth. I wanted nothing to do with Cassie, and would probably never see her again - unless Corn Dog brought her around. I imagine some men might look at me as somewhat of a hypocrite, fucking women and never allowing any kind of emotion to exist - all the while claiming I never
hurt
women - but in my mind, telling them what they
were
going to receive, and what they
were not
going to receive made all of the difference in the world. It was always their choice to become involved with me sexually, everything was explained in advance, and nothing was ever forced. As I watched them continue, it was almost as if I had an awakening of sorts. As I realized once again the live porn show wasn’t arousing me in the least, my eyes became unfocused and my mind faded to questions of
why
.

What had changed within me, I wondered. Was it Cassie? Did I find her so repulsive that I couldn’t watch? As I searched for answers of a question that had yet to be asked, I realized not only did Kat satisfy me, but I truly looked forward to the time we spent together. Beyond sex, we seemed to share the same love for music, hatred for authority, and desire to live a simplistic life.

Corn Dog’s shouting brought me back to reality, and the charade that followed confirmed my current lack of interest in such activities.

“Your loss, brother,” he shrugged as he grabbed the back of Cassie’s head and forced his dick deep into her throat.

While Sloan did her best to please Cassie and stay in Corn Dog’s good graces, he arched his back and groaned.

“Fuck yeah. Suck that cock you little slut,” he groaned as he glanced down at Cassie.

Sloan’s face stayed buried against Cassie’s mound, never letting up one bit. As Cassie bucked her hips against Sloan’s face, she repeatedly bobbed her head back and forth along the shaft of Corn Dog’s cock - her chin all but resting on Sloan’s pussy as she did so.

“Bury your tongue in her pussy, baby. Bury it deep,” he bellowed toward Sloan as he fucked Cassie’s face.

Baby?

Now living a far cry from the prison he was in only a month prior, it appeared he was having the time of his life. If anyone deserved to enjoy life, it was Corn Dog. The epitome of a stand-up guy, he had done a five year bit in state prison for a crime he really didn’t commit - and could have easily rolled over on - but chose not to. A man had sold him a crate of legal firearms – pistols to be exact – and Corn Dog intended to re-sell them for profit. After doing so, it was determined the pistols were stolen, and he was subsequently arrested and questioned. All he had to do was provide the man’s name he had purchased them from, and he would have been set free. He refused to provide anything, and chose to spend the time in prison, and take care of the thief after he was released from prison. Most men would have crumbled at the thought of doing time for a crime they didn’t commit.

But, being the hard motherfucker he was, he simply raised his chin, rolled back his shoulders, and did his time in prison. Now free and making up for lost time, he seemed to be enjoying what life outside the prison walls offered him.

He pulled his dick from Cassie’s mouth and bent his knees slightly. As Cassie arched her back from the pleasure Sloan was providing her, Corn Dog pulled on Sloan’s thighs, sliding her ass forward slightly. As her pussy reached the end of the island, he leaned forward and began fucking her. While Cassie continued to enjoy Sloan’s tongue, she watched the Dog fuck Sloan violently, moaning in apparent ecstasy the entire time.

After a few minutes, he pulled his cock from Sloan’s cock socket and grabbed Cassie’s head. As she gazed at him with wide eyes, he straightened his knees and shoved his cock in her mouth.

“How’s that pussy taste now?” he grunted as he smashed his hips into her face. 

“Mmm,” Cassie moaned.

After a few seconds of moaning and groaning on both of their parts, he pulled himself from Cassie’s mouth, grinned, and shoved it between Sloan’s legs.

He alternated between Cassie’s mouth and Sloan’s crotch, fucking each one for thirty seconds or so before switching. This very predictable and rather boring pattern continued for some time. When I was about ready to throw in the towel and go relax out at the pool, he reached for Cassie’s head and held it firmly in his hands. As he spoke, he continued to fuck Sloan slowly and steadily.

“You like the taste of cum?” he growled.

“Uh huh, I do,” Cassie nodded eagerly as she continued to grind her mound in Sloan’s face.

“Good,” he said as he began to fuck Sloan with much more force.

A few more seconds, and Corn Dog arched his back and wailed like the dog he was. Now standing on his tip-toes and attempting to catch his breath, he pulled his hips rearward and grabbed Cassie’s hair in his hand.

“See that?” he grunted as he jacked his cock free of the few remaining drops of cum.

She gazed down at Sloan’s cum covered snatch and nodded her head.

“Well, there you go. Make your little slut self useful and suck that cum out of Sloan’s twat,” he said as he pushed Cassie’s face between Sloan’s legs.

As Cassie began to go down on Sloan, Sloan moaned in pleasure. While I shook my head in slight disbelief, Corn Dog pulled on his jeans and walked barefoot into the living room.

“Good lookin’ out on the little submissive bitch,” he said as he buckled his belt.

I nodded my head.

“Can’t believe you didn’t join in. What’d that little whore do to piss ya off?” he asked. 

“Nothin’ really,” I shrugged, “Just sick of her. She’s yours now.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly and tossed his head toward the kitchen, “Giving her to me are ya?”

I gazed past him and into the kitchen. Sloan and Cassie were on the island making out. It seemed although Cassie didn’t enjoy eating another woman out, she was no stranger to kissing one on the lips.

“Yeah, but it looks like you might have a fight on your hands,” I chuckled as I pointed past him and toward the women.

He glanced over his shoulder, sighed loudly, and began to shout.