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  I took him in deeper, opening my mouth wide to push him way in, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I tasted his precum on my tongue and it spurred me onward. He moaned and groaned as I sucked his thick cock, faster and faster. And then, when I thought he was at the peak of his pleasure, I stopped. So close to orgasm, but no dice. His cock twitched and he moaned.

  I straddled him, taking his cock back into my pussy. I put my hands on his leather vest and dug my nails in as I moved my hips and ground into him. "No you fucking don't," he said. His hands went to my hips and turned me back over onto my back. "You're getting fucked tonight," he said. And he slammed into me like a sledgehammer, forcing a scream of pleasure from my mouth. He went at me like a jackhammer, loud slapping filling the air, and his moans and grunts loud in my ears.

  I could feel my orgasm coming like a powerful tidal wave. The warmth in my pussy spread out through my body, every nerve ending tingling. My muscles were pulled taut and I yelled in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure crashed over me and I could feel JT's pulsing cock inside me, spurting and filling me with hot sticky cum.

  And then we were both lying there on the pool table, catching our breath, entwined and warm. The smell of leather and musk was in the air, and I knew I wanted to be JT's old lady. I wanted to be part of the Sons of Hellfire and I was going to do all it took to make it happen.

  As JT's cum leaked out of me and onto the pool table, a strange sound reached my ears. Applause. Hooting and hollering. JT and I looked up and saw four men in black leather jackets watching us from the door.

  "Take a picture, it'll last longer!" JT yelled at them.

  They just laughed and clapped.

  JT smiled at me. "So, want to meet some of the brothers?"

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  Prose Copyright: Fiona Flask

  Published: March 30, 2015

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