Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (68 page)

Dax and
Madison stopped at the door as they watched the sight in front of them.  As her
eyes continued to adjust, she could just make out Magnum’s cock each time he
pulled out, before it was thrust back into the stripper underneath him.  He was
grunting with each pound, and the girl's ass would jiggle from the force
whenever his hips slammed into it. 

Madison
looked over at Dax, and he looked back at her, giving her a little smile. 
“Should we leave?” she whispered.

“Why?  Looks
like he’s almost done.  I need to talk to him.”

Dax turned
back to watch the group again, but as he did Madison felt his arm snake around
her waist again.  This time, his fingers slipped under her shirt to press
against her hot skin, and then slowly start to slide upwards.  Her own gaze
returned to watch the group fucking only a few feet away, but she was very
conscious of Dax’s fingertips as well as they continued their ascent. 

Magnum started
thrusting faster now, and dropped one hand down from the wall to the chests of
the two girls, wriggling between their breasts until it was sandwiched between
them.  She could see him grabbing the breast of the girl on the bottom roughly,
as the one on the top pressed against the back of his hand.  His tight ass
continued to thrust back and forth, picking up even more speed.

Madison
quietly gasped as Dax’s fingers found her own breast, sliding up and grabbing
firmly onto one of her already erect nipples.  What had already turned her on? 
The quick grab from Bambi?  The sight of the VP of the Desperados roughly
fucking two girls in front of them?  Or was it simply the hand of Dax against
her skin?  Either way, she could feel a dampness between her legs and the
fingers of Dax were causing little sparks of electricity to burn through her
chest.  She bit her lip in an attempt to keep from letting out a moan.  She
didn’t want to interrupt the hot scene in front of them until it was done.  She
was anxious to see the biker finish.

Now Magnum
had dropped his other hand down from the wall and had wrapped his body around
the two girls, his hips slamming even harder into the one girl.  His face was
pressed down past her neck and he had taken her place on the lips of the girl
on the bottom, the two of them kissing passionately as his cock continued its
assault.

With a final
loud groan, Magnum gave one final shove forward and then a louder yell. 
Madison could see his ass flex and tighten and she knew he was finally starting
to fill the stripper’s insides with a hot load.  She cried out as well and then
dropped her hands from the wall, collapsing down on top of the girl beneath her
and the three of them landed in a pile on the couch.  Magnum’s cock pulled out
of her wet pussy with a bounce, still hard and cum still dribbling from the end
as he rolled off onto his back beside the girls.

Madison
gasped loudly when she saw the size of it.  His cock was easily the biggest one
she had ever seen.  It had to be at least eleven or twelve inches and so
thick!  Dax chuckled next to her.  “Now you know why we call him Magnum,” he
whispered.

The girl on
the bottom of the pile pushed off the other and then lowered her head onto the
large cock that was continuing to spew, catching the rest of his load before it
spilled onto the couch.  Magnum lay his head back and put his hands on her
head, pushing it down so that she was swallowing almost half of his dick as it
continued to spasm.  He held her there for at least a minute before he let her
go, and she pulled away with a gasp, gulping for air and wiping her mouth. 

His big cock
was finally starting to wilt, although Madison noted that it didn’t really lose
much of its size.  He cracked open an eye and saw them standing there but didn’t
react.  She wasn’t sure if he had known they’d been watching him the whole
time.  For some reason, the thought that he knew made Madison’s pussy ache even
more with desire. 
What is going on with me today?

“Girls, get
the fuck out, I have to talk to Dax,” he barked.  The two strippers jumped up
and grabbed their skimpy clothes from the floor, hurrying out without another
word.

“Enjoy the
show, pretty?” he rasped, looking directly at Madison.  His cock lay awkwardly
along his leg, still half hard with a drop of cum leaking from the tip.  “I
could probably get it up again if you want to have a ride?”

She glanced
sharply at Dax to see if he would react, but he just ignored his VPs taunts. 
“The Jap is paying,” he said.  “We’re good now.”

Magnum kept
his eyes on Madison for a few more moments before letting them slide over to
his Sergeant-at-Arms.  His face tightened.  “Is he, now?  He still needs to be
taught a hard lesson.  I won’t have our partners thinking that we can be
trifled with.  He shouldn’t have balked in the first place.”

“I don’t
think it’s necessary.”

“I didn’t
ask what you think,” Magnum growled. 

Dax was
unfazed as he kept eye contact with the VP.  “He’s paying us what we’re owed,
as well as a penalty.  That’s enough of a lesson.  Anything more would need to
be voted on by the club.”

The men
continued to glare at each other.  Magnum’s dick had finally stopped oozing
cum, although a stream of it extended down from the tip to his thigh.  Madison
could barely take her eyes off of it, still marvelling at the size.

“We’ll
see.”  The biker stood up and grabbed his pants, sliding them up and covering
his cock, allowing Madison to finally break her gaze away.  Luckily the men
were still glaring at each other and neither had noticed.  Her own pussy was
soaked right now, but she could feel the tension in the air between the two
men.  Dax’s hands had pulled out of her shirt and she glanced down to see his
fists were clenched. 

When Magnum
finished dressing, he said nothing else, just walked past them and out the door
of the little dark room.  Dax watched him go but still stood there, fists still
in balls and teeth clenched.

~
SEVEN ~

Madison decided that
since the tension didn’t leave with the VP, she would take it upon herself to
see if she could defuse it.

She turned
to her man and put an arm around his waist, squeezing his hips until he finally
looked at her.  They said nothing, only gazing at each other silently for a few
moments.  Her other hand grabbed the other side of his waist and started to
move up his body, caressing him.  Finally, he responded.  He reached forward
with his own hands and grabbed her roughly, pulling her towards him until they
were inches apart and then moved his lips to hers immediately.

Their
tongues pushed together as their lips opened, and Madison moaned as the rough
stubble of his face scraped along her chin.  Her hands slid up his shirt and
across his abs and further, making circles on his chest.  He took the hint and
returned the favor, sliding his own hands into her shirt and palming both of
her bare breasts, squeezing them firmly while rubbing. 

Their lips
broke apart only long enough for them both to yank off the shirt of the other
and then they resumed their kiss, this time both with bare chests.  They
pressed together, her nipples just under his and their arms around each other
as their tongues wrestled wetly between their lips.  She felt Dax slide his
hands down her back, the roughness of his fingers causing a tingly feeling in
their wake.  She followed suit, and reached his ass just before he reached
hers.

Both of them
groped each other as they made out, but Dax was first to push his fingers
between the waistband of her pants and down against her bare skin.  He grabbed
a hold of both of her butt cheeks and squeezed roughly, pulling them gently
apart as he did so.  Her pussy was on fire, and she silently urged him to touch
her.  She wanted him to feel her wetness, she needed to feel something inside
of her. 

Dax
continued to work his fingers around her ass, sliding lower and lower as she
moved closer to him to give him easier access.  His fingers pushed down past
her puckered rear and finally touched the edge of her pussy, dipping ever so
slightly into her wetness.

“Fuck, just
take them off,” she panted, breaking her mouth away from his for a moment.  She
couldn’t take the teasing of his fingers anymore.  She needed to feel more.

Dax grinned
at her and lifted his hands slightly until his thumb came out.  He used them to
hook against the edge of her pants and then he yanked them down, pulling them
to her knees.  She stepped out of them and then he immediately wrapped his arms
around her, lifting her off her feet and carrying her backwards to the couch. 
He dropped to his knees, pushing her backwards until she landed back on her ass
against the cushions.  Dax immediately lifted her legs up and over his
shoulders and then lowered his face towards her wetness.

As soon as
his tongue touched her clit she cried out, squeezing her knees together
involuntarily against his ears and then grabbing his bald head with her hands. 
His tongue lapped around her tight little nub and she arched her head back,
sucking in her breath as he added a finger into her wet hole. 

Her fingers
tightened against his head, squeezing his skull as the tension in her body
rose.  She was already so close to coming after so much excitement in the last
little while. 

The
roughness of Dax’s face against her labia contrasted the smoothness of his
tongue against her clit, and kept her mind focused on the fact that she was
having her pussy eaten by a real live biker.  After years of fantasizing, it
was finally happening.  Just the thought of it released all of the tension, and
her back arched as she started to cum hard against his face.

Dax shoved a
second finger into her as he felt her pussy grip the first one, quickly picking
up his pace and fucking her hard with them both as his lips fastened firmly
against her clit, at once sucking and licking it as he held it captive within
his mouth.

Madison let
out a scream, pushing his head even harder against her sex, her hips now
bucking against his wet face.  Suddenly he yanked his head away, standing up
and starting to unbutton his pants.  She stared hungrily at his crotch,
anxiously awaiting the sight of his cock again.  The desire to feel it between
her legs was almost making her crazy, despite having just cum hard.

Just then,
there was a loud bang from outside the room, muffled only by the doors that
closed them in.  Dax’s head jerked around and his fingers froze as he waited. 
Another bang was heard, and he immediately flew into action, doing his pants
back up and running for the door. 

“Stay here,”
he growled.

With that,
he was out the door.  She could hear screaming and yelling from outside that
was muffled only after she was shut back in the small room.

Madison’s
heart was pounding in her chest as she wondered what was going on.  Were those
gunshots?  She grabbed her clothes and started to quickly get dressed, thoughts
of her still fading orgasm still on the edges of her awareness but being
quickly forgotten as she feared for what was going on outside.

Once decent
again, she walked to the door and pressed her ear against it.  She couldn’t
hear anything at all.  She waited a few more minutes but there was still not a
sound.  Despite Dax’s order to stay put, she wanted to know what was
happening.  She pulled the door open slightly and peeked out, but from her
angle she could only see a wall.

Pulling it
open even wider, she still saw nothing so she took a chance and stuck a hand
out, quickly pulling it back before anyone could shoot it off.  When nothing
happened, she grew bolder and finally stuck her head out.  The strip club was
empty.  Chairs were overturned, and there were various pieces of women’s
clothing on the floor, but other than that, nothing else seemed amiss.

Stepping out
of the champagne room, Madison picked her way around the overturned furniture,
past the stage and around the corner to the big double doors where she again
paused to listen.  Still hearing nothing, she pulled one open and peaked.

The pit
wasn’t completely deserted, although it didn’t look like there were any actual
customers there anymore.  There were a couple of dealers standing around, and
then she saw Lurch talking to one of them.  That gave her the confidence to
come all the way out from behind the door.  She looked around, but didn’t see
Dax anywhere.  The bar was deserted, even the bartender had fled. 

No one
noticed her, the remaining people were all engrossed in conversations with each
other, but no one that was left seemed overly cautious so she assumed
everything was safe now.  She started to walk towards the bar, but then noticed
that the door to the room Dax had been in earlier was open.  Glancing around
quickly to ensure everyone was still ignoring her, she made her way over to
that room, hoping to find Dax inside and ask him what the hell was going on.

She got to
the door and stuck her head inside.  Dax was there, standing and talking to
another biker that she recognized as one of the bouncers from outside. 
Thunder.  Dax was still shirtless, and his muscled back rippled as it flexed
each time he moved, the tattoos that ran up and down his skin seemed almost
alive.  When her eyes continued past him, however, they almost popped out of
their sockets when they saw the mess on the floor.  A scream filled the room,
and Dax’s head shot around to stare at her as she numbly realized that she was
the one screaming.  On the floor was Magnum, his eyes open and glazed over, a
massive hole blown into his chest and blood was everywhere.

“Shit, I
thought I told you to stay put,” Dax said, rushing over and grabbing Madison by
the shoulders, spinning her around and pushing her out the door.  The other men
from the pit were already right outside the room having rushed there when she
started to scream.

“Lurch, can
you finish up with Thunder, I gotta take care of this,” he barked.  Lurch
nodded and headed into the room while Dax continued to guide a shocked Madison
towards the bar. 

He sat her
down and then reached over, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a glass.  He
poured some and then shoved it into her hand.  “Drink this,” he commanded.

Madison
lifted the glass dazedly to her lips, the foul taste finally waking her from
her shock.  She coughed, but Dax pushed the glass back to her lips and forced
her to finish it.  As she continued to cough, he refilled the glass.

“What the
fuck, Dax!  What the hell happened to Magnum?”

“He got
himself shot,” he replied simply.  He pushed the glass back into her hand and
this time she took the drink without force, coughing less than last time.

“What
happened?”

“He didn’t
listen to me.  He confronted Yamada, probably threatened him or something.  He
didn’t realize the Jap kept a 12 gauge under his desk.”

“Holy hell,”
she said softly.  She had known that the Desperado’s were a biker gang and
probably into some serious shit, but the reality of a dead body in the next
room was crashing down around her now.  For the first time since this crazy day
stared, Madison began to seriously consider that she might be in over her head.

Dax put a
hand on hers, steadying it before she even realized it had been shaking.  “It’s
going to be fine.  But we should get out of here before the police arrive. 
It’s best if you were never here.”

“Fat chance
of that,” she muttered, her eyes drifting up to the camera’s all over the
ceiling of the club.

Dax grabbed
her by the elbow and started leading her to the front door.  “I wouldn’t worry
about those,” he said.  “Lurch has already taken care of them.  Such a strange
coincidence that the day of this shooting, the entire recording system suffered
a massive failure.  Cops won’t be able to get shit from those tapes.”

She was
still dazed as she followed him around to the back of the building, going
through the motions of putting on her helmet and climbing behind the biker
mechanically.  She barely noticed that it was already dark out.  The engine
roared to life and they took off just as she started to hear the distant sound
of sirens.