I F*cking Rocked That
F*cking Rocked That
Samantha
The time was here. This week has been crazy with client meetings, manager meetings. Meetings with Cia
and Kimber. On the weekend, we went back to the club to spend time with Dashawn’s family. I brought him home on Sunday to have dinner with my Aunt Clara and Uncle Sam, who he knows. Nat and the guys had
already left for Europe.
I told Uncle Sam that I was going to be moving the rest of my stuff to Dashawn’s place and be officially
moved in with him. He nodded and said he’d known Dashawn for a while, and he would assure my father that
he was a good man.
My parents were coming for Christmas. Dashawn said they already had the club’s Christmas party, and that Asually he just has a family Christmas with his parents and sisters. He said he’d like to invite my parents
and aunt and uncle to his parents‘ house for Christmas dinner. I told him that shouldn’t be a problem. Uncle Sam agreed immediately. It isn’t often you get invited to your boss’s house.
Now we were in the car being driven to the airport. We were taking the company jet to Europe to check on these singers in Italy and an actress in a play. I was really excited, I have never been to Italy. It was always
just Paris and once to Germany.
We pulled up to the airport and were immediately granted access as we drove through a gate. Then the
driver took us to a hangar where a small jet appeared.
“This is our twenty–seater. We have a bigger plane in one of the other hangars. That one is used for the MC
family.”
“Wow, Dashawn, can I ask you something, and it’s really rude,” I informed him.
He chuckled, “How much am I worth?”
I blushed and nodded. He got out of the car first and then gave me his hand. I took it and he helped me out. The prospect/driver grabbed our bags, and we all walked towards the plane. He talked to the captain, and then we boarded the plane. We got buckled in, and a stewardess got our drink order after we took off.
“Well, Sweet Girl. My dad invested well growing up. His first wife left him with a sh*t ton of money. My mother was a champion fighter and started her own gym and has six of them around NYC. They started trust funds for us when we turned five. My Uncle Bull and Aunt Tami never had children. So they spoiled me and my sisters like crazy. Uncle Bull used to be the President of the Vengeful Angels. He was going to give that to me, but I turned it down because I have way too much responsibility with my Treasury duties and the running of Star Media. So he passed it to his VP’s son. But he also took the money that was his portion from when he was President and invested it extremely well. He kept a small portion and divided the rest between my sisters and me. He and Aunt Tami are now retired and live in Florida, where he originally came from. Then there is my grandfather. He opened an account for each of us and deposited a billion dollars in it. And then I have made my own money from working at the business since I was twenty–one. I’ve made us i even more profitable in the last five years than my grandfather ever did in the forty years he ran the company. My grandfather focused on singers when he started. I’ve implemented actresses and actors in the movie industry, Broadway and television. I have also brought race car driving, dancing and wrestling into the mix. I branched out to all kinds of entertainment. So, to answer your question, my net worth is one hundred and
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sixty–seven billion, give or take a few million depending on the market.”
I started to hyperventilate. He was so out of my league. I mean, I didn’t grow up poor. My parents were well off. They are doctors. If I hadn’t gotten my scholarship they could have paid for my college easily. Instead, the money that they were saving for college went to me. I had a little over a hundred grand that I had hardly touched. I normally just lived off of my paychecks. I wasn’t high end. I didn’t go to spas often, or shop like some rich girls. My closet wasn’t filled with designer clothes. I mean I had some beautiful dresses and shoes, but that was it. The only jewelry I have is what my parents, aunt and uncle have given me over the years and the diamond egg around my neck that I was scared to take off. I only did it at night, and then it was right back on me after my morning shower.
“Babe, what’s wrong, are you okay?” he asked.
“You…you need…you need to be with someone that is in your own class. I…I don’t compare,” I stuttered.
“Are you sh*tting me right now? Baby, you have more class in your little pinky than any other woman I know. Samantha, I wasn’t raised a spoiled rich kid. I was raised in a biker community. My parents were extremely down to earth. None of us children are uppity about money and sh*t. I mean, the only thing we are really fancy about are our bikes. Now our bikes are top of the line. Sh*t you should see Ambrose’s bike. His bike is especially made because he is so big. I mean the dude is 6’7 and weighs three hundred and fifty pounds of pure f*cking muscle. I think the only person in our club that could actually take him is Uncle Dozer. Uncle Bear isn’t even six–foot. He says his dad was a huge mother f*cker at 6’5 and that has to be where Ambrose gets it from. But yeah, his bike is worth over a hundred grand.”
“Jesus, is your whole club rich?” I asked, calming down. His compliment didn’t go unnoticed and I kissed his
cheek.
He smiled at me. “Extremely. It’s gotten to the point where the Mother Chapter calls us for donations. Papa Butcher has been whispering in Cameron’s ear to petition to become the new Mother Chapter. The Mother Chapter in Vegas has gone downhill. There is so much infighting and corruption that they can’t keep bikers for roster. But to become the Mother Chapter we would have to get the votes of other Mother Chapters of different MC’s in the state. There are six in New York. Cam has been thinking about that. Then we would have to go to Vegas and challenge them. Rank members against rank members.”
I gasped at that. “You mean like fighting?”
“Yeah, hand to hand, the only weapons used are knives, and it’s to the death. I have to admit they are a vicious lot. And I’ve heard they have assumed we’re nothing but a bunch of rich p*ssies. But we have
something they don’t have.”
“What?” I was so intrigued.
“We have assassin training, all of us fight in that style. Not to mention, our fathers have taught us to fight dirty all our lives in hand to hand. We are brutal mother f*ckers. We may be rich, but we aren’t soft. There’s a reason why no MC has ever tried to take us on. We have all competed in various fighting competitions. We always win. And all the MC’s know who Ambrose is. It’s why his road name is Demon. He fights like one. I’ve seen him tear people’s limbs off.”
“Jesus. I feel sorry for the woman that falls for him.”
“He’d never hurt a woman,” he defended.
No, I mean to have to handle all that testosterone.”
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“Oh, yeah,” he scoffs. “I feel sorry for the woman that will be impacted on his f*cking branch.”
“Dashawn!”
“What? It’s true. We’re all considered cousins, and we are boys; we’ve measured.”
I burst out in laughter. “You have not!”
“We have. We’re pretty much the same age, give or take a few years. The last time we measured, we were between seventeen and twenty, except for a couple of the younger guys, we were all drunk and whipped our flaccid c*cks out. The st*pid idi’ts that we measured them. Now a handful of us, soft, are about three or four inches, including yours truly. Ambrose and Cam were at seven. So being the d*mba*ses that we are, we did a circle jerk, and got hard. Then measured again. I’m above average at eight, some were at seven. Cam hit nine, Ambrose is ten and a half hard. Needless to say, he puts us to shame, because he’s thick as f*ck
too. He’s a c*cky b*stard literally.”
couldn’t keep it in. I lost it. Tears were sliding out of my eyes. I was laughing so hard. My stomach hurt from my clenching muscles, and I was having a hard time breathing. Dashawn smirked at me and shook his
head.
“You’re serious? I finally gasped out.
“I am Sweet Girl. Young guys do st*pid sh*t.”
“Well, I guess girls do too. My cousin and I would measure our busts every six months. She cried all the time because she was so thin and she has your typical model body. She never made it out of the A cup, but it suits her willowy frame. She used to wax poetry to my br*asts. She made me laugh a lot. She really is my best friend. She saved me from a deep depression.”
“When we met you didn’t seem depressed,” he said.
“That’s because I wasn’t. But that first year with my aunt, uncle and cousin, it was bad. I mean the one person that I had trusted most of my life betrayed me and I missed her so much. I really thought she was my soul sister, you know? I told her everything, she knew my every secret. Elliot, I wasn’t in love with, but he was my first boyfriend. He had a lot of my firsts, hand holding, kiss, groping, hand job.”
He made a noise in his throat and I looked at him. He was scowling, was he jealous?
“Hey, you got my first orgasm, and my cherry.”
He beamed at me, “Yes, I f*cking did.”
“Anyway, I was hurt from being cheated on by him, but it was the fact that the person he cheated on me with was Avery, and after what Avery did, I was depressed. Nat helped me get out of my head, and she became not just my cousin but my best friend too.”
“Well, I’m sorry about Avery, but I am glad that you never let Elliot get farther than third base. I like knowing I’ll be the only man to ever be in that sweet p*ssy of yours.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I looked around. The stewardess was way in the back. She looked like she was preoccupied watching something on her phone. I was about to give Dashawn another first.
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I unbuckled my seat belt and slipped off the seat to the floor. I shuffled in between his legs.
“Samantha?”
“I want to give you a blow job,” I said.
I watched the front of his pants tent. He quickly undid his seat belt. He undid his slacks and unzipped them. He helped me wiggle his pants and boxer briefs down until his c*ck came out. The tip got caught on his waistband, but then it popped out and slapped his stomach. His c*ck was so beautiful. Straight, veiny, warm and his musky scent was driving me wild. I grabbed it in my hand and he moaned. His eyes closed and he tipped his head back. I looked to the side between the crack of the seats and the stewardess was still
preoccupied.
I leaned forward, the tip of his c*ck was leaking with pre–c*m. I licked his head and then swirled my tongue around it. He shuddered, letting out another moan. I licked down his shaft and then back up as I started pumping my hand. Then I opened wide and swallowed him slowly.
“F*ck,” he whispered.
I bobbed up and down, picking up speed and pumping what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. My tongue swirled
around him as I sucked him off.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so f*cking good at this,” he gritted between his teeth.
I bobbed faster, then I stopped at his head to suck and swirl and then took him deep until he hit the back of my throat and gagged. His groan was pure carnal and I didn’t care if the stewardess heard. I loved hearing what I was doing to him. He grabbed the sides of my head to still me, and he started to thrust up. I opened my mouth wider and opened my throat, trying to breathe through my gag reflex. I’d seen a lot of p*rn. And before Nat left for Europe after we graduated from high school, she and I practiced on cucumbers.
“That’s it baby. Take my c*ck down your throat. F*ck, yes, so good, soooo goooood,” he moaned, as he went deeper, and I swallowed around him.
I let him f*ck my throat for a few strokes, before I came off of him for breath. Saliva strings snapped as I inhaled. My eyes were watery, and I knew I had drool all down my chin.
“So f*cking beautiful,” he said, as he dragged a finger down my cheek.
I smiled and went back to it. I swallowed him again. I didn’t stop until he was all the way in, and I was
swallowing around him. He groaned in pleasure. He grabbed my hair and put it into a ponytail in his fist. Her used my mouth and I f*cking loved it. Five more strokes, and he was grunting and c*umming down my throat. I was pressed to him, my nose touching his lower stomach. I swallowed every bit of his c*m.
When I came off of him, I wiped my hand across my mouth. Then I opened my purse and cleaned up my face
with a wet wipe and tissue.
He sat back panting, watching me.
“That was the single best blow job I have ever gotten. F*ck Sweet Girl, you destroyed me.”
I couldn’t help smiling at him as I got up and buckled myself in. He was still panting as he put himself together, while I sat prim and proper sipping my drink. I f*cking rocked that!
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Roc
I am loving her confidence.
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