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“Yeah, just like that, Penny, it's so much fun to play with him.”
She was collapsing underneath him, her knees giving out. Was she coming? She was shivering and gasping, her eyes closed. He carried on.
“Do you want to watch us, Penny? Nix and I, playing with each other? I have to keep him under control, he tries to rebel, but he wants it so bad, you can see the torture in his eyes… those beautiful eyes of his…”
“Ash, I’m…” She gripped up again and sighed. Oh yeah, she was coming all right.
He tipped his head back, loving the burn in his glutes and the tingling in his balls and the sweat in his hairline and the smell of him and Nix on her. Sweat and cum and sex. Ash loved this, he lived for this.
“Yes Penny.” He rode out her orgasm, but the amount of wetness was preventing him from coming. He pulled out and gripped hard with his hand. His cock was hard and full and begging for release. It was a sticky, soaking wet mess and he loved it.
“Oh, Ash I-”
“Shh Penny. Stay where you are, I’m going to fill you up with cum so that Nix can taste me in you tonight.” He jacked and pumped, lurched forwards and put the tip of his cock to her pussy, pushing in a little. He pictured Nix watching, and he promptly felt his own orgasm snap inside him. He let out a deep breath and came all over the entrance to her pussy, shoving himself in a few times with the last few spasms to ensure his cum was well and truly embedded within her.
“Yes, Penny, good girl. Now, stay here, legs up so that all that cum stays deep inside you. You are coming back here tonight, my password is Dictator, Nix’s is Robo-cock…”
“Robo…” Penny was a dazed mess on his bed. He kneeled above her beaming. Yes, he saw the potential that Nix had seen. She was willing, warm, eager, open-minded. A fucking good lay. Well, the proof would be if she came back tonight. Nix was due back and so they’d wait and see. She might bolt, or leave them hanging.
Ash stood up, his cock dripping. Penny moved her head to the side to look at him, her eyes almost drunk and half hooded, satisfaction written all over her face. Yeah, it wasn’t love, it was a connection though, a deep, mutual connection. He wanted to see it unfold and grow, he wanted to understand all the ways a woman and a man and another man could love. Physically and mentally and spiritually. He wanted this unconventional arrangement to flourish.
He winked at her, and he slapped her thigh affectionately as he turned and made his way into the shower.
Yeah, Ash liked how this deal was shaping up.
“Er… Robo-cock?” Penny said to the security guard. Penny had déjà vu. Same MC. Same security guard. Similar slutty dress. Different password. For a different guy. Because she had come to see one, and ended up sleeping with two. Not even the same guy she had tried to visit originally. She bit her lip. She knew it sounded bad. It hadn’t felt bad though. It had felt the very opposite of bad.
His face remained impassive, but his gaze flashed over her again as he checked the tablet, dwarfed by his large hand. He nodded her in.
Penny had a little sashay swing to her hips. She felt confident this time. She felt in control. Was she really going to see Ash and Nix get it on? Was she going to watch? Either way, it was perfect timing because she was ovulating and frankly, the more the merrier.
She went into the bar, pleased that she knew her surroundings a little more.
It was a typical, quiet night in the MC clubhouse bar. The bar was not a typical MC clubhouse bar though. Not some dingy space. Polished concrete flooring, reclaimed vintage bar stools, tables, booths, leather couches. A big fireplace. A chandelier made from beer and wine bottles. A good sound system to pipe music evenly around the whole, large space. It smelled good and felt calm and intimate. All in all, if she lived in a five star hotel with this as the main living area, she wouldn’t feel too hard done by.
Penny looked around, and her confidence stuttered. She didn’t recognize anyone. Ash and Nix weren’t there. She stood for a moment, trying not to feel self-conscious. Trying not to look out of place, though she felt like she was under the spotlight. Trying not to feel like she was intruding, stepping where she wasn’t wanted, wasn’t welcomed. She didn’t recognize the bikers there. She turned to the bar, thinking maybe she’d get a drink.
There were two ladies at the bar. Sitting on the bar stools. Watching her.
Penny bit her lip. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. Determined not to be intimidated, she reached for her phone in her bag.
Her eyes flashed to her phone screen, no messages.
“They don't take their phones out on runs,” a voice said from in front of her.
Penny startled and looked up. One of the ladies at the bar had spoken to her. The blonde one. Not coldly, but she also wasn’t tripping over herself to welcome Penny, either. The blonde was regarding Penny with ice-blue eyes.
Penny’s mouth was dry. She flicked her gaze over the women and immediately noticed the blonde had a little baby bump. The same pregnant blonde lady who had had the baby last night. Emotions flared within Penny all over again. Jealousy, pain, excitement. She was frozen on the spot.
“They have a few burner phones in case something happens. They wouldn’t have been able to let you know.” The brunette woman spoke up now. Sat next to the blonde at the bar. That woman was younger, less glamorous, more natural, smaller, watching Penny with light brown, curious eyes. Penny recognized her but she had no idea where from. Their intuition startled Penny.
“I… um…” Penny stood there uselessly for a second. Should she go?
“What do you want to drink?” The blonde said, nodding her head at the bar, an invitation and a welcome, finally.
Penny breathed out. “I’d love… whatever you are having,” she managed to stutter out.
Finally the blonde smiled, and what had felt like ice melted into warm sunshine. “Well I’m drinking soda with a squeeze of fresh lime in it, what with being pregnant.” The blonde looked down at her bump and raised her eyebrows, smiling.
