Devils Comfort MC: An Introduction to the Brothers of Devils Comfort MC Read online

  The Brothers of

  Devils Comfort MC

  DCMC

  By

  Brair Lake

  © 2014, Brair Lake

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  The work in this book is the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to person either living or dead, places, events or locations is purely incidental. The characters and story line is a work of fiction

  Products mention in this book

  Harley

  Jack Daniels Whiskey

  Louie Armstrong

  Artist Mentioned in this Book

  Stereophonic - It means nothing to me

  Websites researched

  RCVSMC.net

  Description.

  This is a short introduction to Devils Comfort MC series, which

  is coming soon

  They are tough alpha men, who love to ride their bikes on the open roads of Louisiana and when they are not riding, they are partying hard,

  They rule Comfort Spring, a small town located near The Mississippi River.

  Meet them here before they tell you their stories on how their lives change when they meet and fall hard for five Strong willed women, who do not take any bullshit from their men.

  There is no real story to this book, as it is mainly an introduction to the characters of the Brothers of Devil Comfort MC, however there are wee teasers and tasters on what to expect from this series

  This book contains explicit sex and is intended for mature audience of 18+ only

  There are acts of female on female action, ménage, self pleasure, anal play (male and female), strong language BDSM child physical abuse, Arrogant Dominant Alpha Men If this offends you please do not purchase

  Contents

  Dante “Inferno” Page

  Baby Blu

  Linc and Cassie Davies

  Connor 'Tabby' Gallagher

  Rayven Winters.

  Declan “Dec” Gallagher

  Ivy Reynolds

  Nick “Fudge” Winchester

  Ellie Wright

  Dante “Inferno” Page

  There is freedom on the open roads that cannot be found anywhere else. Even after four days riding, mixed with business. Our return to Comfort Springs is uneventful and soon, we arrive at the clubhouse. The clubhouse is a nondescript building, set back from the main road which leads to Comfort Springs. A few years ago the building had been abandon. Both the building and the location are ideal for Devils Comfort use. It is three story high with a basement and set on ground leading to the Bayou.

  As Ipull up to the clubhouse and park the Harley, I take one final look round. In the two years since taking over the presidency of Devils Comfort, we have grown and become stronger as a unit. Taking a deep breath, I release the anticipation that has slowly being building up inside me. It's Saturday night and I am ready to party and fuck.

  As we dismount from our bikes, my fellow brothers and I offer friendly slaps to our backs and shoulders. Jostling against one another as we make our way up to the clubhouse, our mood is boisterous. Swinging the main doors open, we are immediately hit by the loud beat of heavy rock. Our weekend festivities is in full force. The smell of cigarettes reaching us as it assaults our noses. The smoke fumes, stinging.

  When I enter the main room, the party is in full swing. As I scrutinize the give the room I see that everyone is having fun. The club girls are barely dressed, with their tits and ass on display as they dance. Gyrating their exposed bodies on a section of the wooden floor. Which they have transformed in to an impromptu dance floor. In the mix are some bikers who did not come on this trip.

  In another section of the clubhouse, where the pool table is, a couple of bikers are in the process of starting a new game. The prize being the girl who stands between them. To the rear of the main hall, in what is considered the private section, is occupied with the old ladies and their men.

  While scrutinizing the room, I make my way to the bar to collect a bottle of Jack Daniels, raising it to the crowd.

  “Great trip boys, now lets have ourselves some fun.”

  With a final look round, I saunter to the pool table, checking the whore out on the way. She is about five feet seven, with long straight dark brown hair. Her tits are a good double D size, barely covered by the shirt she is attempting to wear, buttoned just under her large breast. It is clear that she is not wearing a bra and with one wrong move, she is in danger of exposing her nipples. The red skirt, scarcely covers her ass, Her legs are well shaped, shown off by the black fuck me healed ankle boots. As I give the whore the once over, my cock becomes hard. Removing the bottle from my mouth, after having taken a swig, I reach over to the whore to give her a suckling kiss on the neck, slapping her ass at the same time. This causes the whore to giggle and jump.

  “Mind if I join you boys?”

  “Not at all Prez.”

  Crabby, who recently had being a prospect, reset the pool table. He is twenty-five years, about about five feett ten, with dirty blond shoulder length hair and pale blue eyes, which turn to ice when his temper rises. After making the breaking shot, the game quickly progressed and each time we potted a ball, the girl received either a slap on her rear or a suck her on the neck, leaving small blue marks.

  Crabby lost the first match to me, and with a shrug of his shoulders ambled over to Tabby. The other biker soon lost his game. Taking my winnings by the waist, I lead her to my private room, which is situated on the second floor.

  On entering the bedroom, there is only one thing that I want from the whore, I don't play or flirt. For me its all about the fucking.

  “Strip bitch.” I instruct, already removing the cut from my six foot build. Shrugging out of the T-shirt, revealing a perfectly sculptured upper body, hard pecs and abs which rippled. I continue to watch the whore, as I undo the fastening to my jeans. It is obvious to the whore that I am not wearing underwear as my long thick cock springs free. Eager for the juicy pussy that is waiting for me. As I shove my jeans off, I expose well muscled legs and the dark hair they are covered in.

  While watching the whore as she finishes undressing, I sit in the old wooden chair, taking a firm hold of my cock,and begin a slow pump. Enjoying the satiny texture against my calloused hands.

  “babe, I’m going to fuck you all night and if you are good, I’ll fuck you again in the morning.”

  I tell her, walking over to the naked whore. My voice hoarse. “I’m going to pound in to your pussy till you're unable to walk.”

  “Kneel, bitch and open that fuckable mouth” reaching to the table for one of the condoms that I had placed earlier, covering my dick with the latex.

  The whore kneels without speaking. She hasn't spoken since we entered the room. She is aware, of what is expected of her. There will be none of the pleasantries most girls expect when they are about to have sex. I don't kiss her, or any of the other whores who are available.

  Wetting my lips with the edge of my tongue, I take in the arousal which has darkened her brown eyes. While watching her through half closed eyes, she lifts her hand to take hold of my cock, guiding it into her mouth. Suc
king the tip. Through the latex, I feel the pre-cum as it begins to leak out of the slit. I have denied the whore the taste of my flesh and semen. Her mouth draws more of my cock in,sucking on it. Her tongue licking the underneath. The veins circling my shaft begin to pulse. Still she takes more of me in, sucking me harder. Pumping the shaft with her hand as she stimulates my cock.

  “Oh yeah, bitch, that’s it, suck me hard and take me deep” Relaxing her throat, she swallows the head, taking it into the back of her throat, past the restricted confides of the pharynx. My hips move, pulling my cock back to thrust in to her mouth again, going deeper with each thrust. Shortly, all of my cock is in her mouth and down her throat. This is not easy for her, due to the fact that I am a large man. My hands grip hair, controlling the thrusts. Each time she takes my cock in deeper, I hold against her for a moment, before I draw back to thrust in again.

  With a groan deep from within my throat, I release my cum in her throat, filling the condom with my sperm. When I am spent I withdraw my semi hard cock from her mouth.

  Now the preliminaries have being dealt with and the left over tension from the bike ride is gone from my body. Disposing of the used condom, tying the ends before throwing it in to the trash bin, I reach to put on a fresh condom.

  Turning to the whore, who hasn‘t moved from her kneeling position. For a brief moment I have a flash of remorse for the way I am treating her, however I quickly disregard that emotion.

  “Lie on the bed, baby and hold on to the headboard” Letting my eyes drift to her pussy, as I feel my cock becoming hard again. “Spread those pretty legs for me.”

  Watching her as she climbs on to the bed. My legs part as I again take a hold of my cock. Never letting my eyes leave her body, licking my lips. The whore follows my instructions and she is in position as instructed.

  “Fuck baby I can’t wait to eat your tits and get inside you. Having your pussy on my cock, while it squeezes me.” Climbing on top of her to take one of her large tits in to my mouth. I begin to suckle on it. Flicking my tongue over the nipple. Relishing the feel as it becomes harder in my mouth. Taking a final suckle, I slowly release the nipple from my mouth. The nipple scrapes along my teeth as I bit and them pull hard on the bud. The whore is thrashing below below me, her hands gripping tight on to the headboard. As I continue to touch her, her moans become louder. Her hips arching up, seeking out my cock.

  “Fuck me Inferno” slapping her ass as I stop my ministrations on her nipple.

  “What the fuck did you say?” I ask, against the flesh of her tits, making her quiver from the sound of my voice as it vibrates against the skin.

  “Fuck me please?” the whore, starts to beg between sobs of pleasure.

  “Soon babe, soon.” Returning to her other tit, I take it take in to my mouth, giving it the same treatment as its partner, in my own sweet time.

  “Please, fuck me, I’m about to cum,” the girl begs again.

  “If you cum before I tell, you leave the room understand?” I growl round a mouthful of soft delicious tit.

  Nodding her head showing, her understanding. She knows this not a threat. That I will carry out my promise. For a moment her body goes still, I watch as she clamps her lips together. Both, to stop her screams and from cumming.

  Stroking her flesh, I pull back and kneel behind the whore. My hands going to her hips, as I turn the whore over onto her stomach. Locating the lubrication, which is placed on the bedside table. I cover my fingers with a portion. When I am happy there is sufficient, I spread the whore's ass cheeks, squeezing the tube. A large dollop drops round her anal hole. With the fingers which have being well lubricated, I push them slowly in to her ass. Pumping in and out. Stretching her. It is not long before, the muscles in her passage start to contract. A sign she is ready for me. Rubbing more lubrication on to my condom covered dick, slowly I begin to slide in to her.

  “Oh fuck, the feels good Inferno.” whimpers the whore.

  “I know baby, your tight ass is gripping my cock. I’m going to start fucking you now.” I tell her, talking dirty all the time as I raise her hips. She is on her knees, her head in the pillow.

  “Grab hold of the headboard baby. You’re going to need it.” When the whore finds her purchase, I begin to thrust, building my speed up, harder and harder as I fuck her ass.

  “Oh fuck baby, that’s good,”

  “Ermmmm”

  Reaching round to the front of her pussy, spreading her lips, stroking the puffy flesh. Rubbing in rhythm with my thrusts, as I tug on her clit

  Thrusting harder. “You still want to cum baby?”

  “Please?”

  “Cum now.” I grunt, plunging two of my fingers into her pussy hole drawing my cock out of her ass. Only to jerk my fingers out of her pussy, before thrusting my cock back into her ass.

  “Fuck Fuck Fuck” the whore screams as she finds her release.

  Pulling out of both her pussy and ass, I raise her hips higher, and thrust my cock into her now pulsing wet pussy. Pushing in so deep that my balls hits her ass. Again, I thrust in to her. Each thrust becomes harder. My forehead is covered in beads of sweat. The tension mounts in my body, my own climax is building. My balls draw up tight. “Baby Blu,” I roar as I find my release, filling the condom with semen. “Fuck,” the whore beneath me tensed as I shout another name.

  Directly after pulling out of the whore, I roll away to lay on my back, reaching down to dispose of the condom. Whilst I catch my breathe from our fucking, I raise one of my muscular arms, laying it across my forehead. An image of Baby Blu's face appears behind my closed eyelids.

  “Where are you Baby Blu?” I ask on a whisper to no one in particular.

  It has been six years since I last saw her. A sexy eighteen year old. His son’s babysitter, whom I had wanted and fallen for. Without a word, she left Comfort Springs shortly after going to the fun fair with us, Trax, my son and me. At the time I believed she was returning my feelings. There have been many times when I would feel her eyes on me, caressing my body. Only to look away, when I returned her look. Yeah, I miss my girl. Not knowing where she was, is driving me crazy.

  Whenever I broach the subject of Baby Blu to her father. He always rebuffs my inquiries. Although he is my parents neighbor, he never discuss her with them.

  My knowledge of Baby Blu's life is very limited. In all the time she has being gone, not once has she returned to Comfort Springs, or contacted me. Is she married or living with some preppy guy?

  Is she a mother to some bastards’ children? I hoped the fuck not, because, if she is I will have to kill the father of her children. I'd kill any fucker who touched what was mine.

  Each night, my dreams are of Baby Blu. All the while I try to slate my lust for her in the club whores, or the strippers from Tie me Down.

  Thinking of Baby Blu had made me hard again. reaching out for the whore next to me I groan and begin the process slacking my arousal.

  Baby Blu

  Thankfully that is the last box packed. It is unbelievable the amount of junk you accumulate over the years. When I first moved to college six years ago, I left Comfort Springs with a couple of suitcases. The only keepsake I had brought with me, a necklace given to me by my father and memories of the last time I spent with Inferno.

  Tomorrow, I am returning home to Comfort Springs. A return I am uneasy about. The butterflies in my stomach are a testament to this. Am I ready to face my past? I's six years since I left Comfort Springs. In the time that I have been away, it never occurred to me, it'd be six years before I returned.

  My life has not been easy. When I was fourteen my mother died in a road accident and I was sent to Comfort Springs to live with my father. That had being my first contact, with the man who called himself dad. The first few months were uneasy for the both of us. Eventually we settled down and formed a bond. I love my father, he has being the one constant in my life in the last ten years, whom I can trust.