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Motorcycles have evolved, and with that evolution comes more electronics — including CAN bus systems that many riders still misunderstand. If you've ever seen a mysterious warning light or struggled with adding accessories like auxiliary lights, you've probably heard CAN bus blamed. In this episode, we break down what CAN bus actually is, why it's not the enemy of customization, and how modern systems can actually create more opportunity for riders who understand them.

40 years inside the Hells Angels. Federal murder conspiracy charges. Bombings, informants, and a courtroom showdown with the U.S. government. In this raw, unfiltered interview, longtime Ventura Hells Angels leader George Christie tells the inside story of outlaw biker life — from the brotherhood and early motorcycle culture to violent club wars, federal investigations, and the high-stakes legal battles that nearly destroyed his life. He reveals what it was really like to: • Rise through the ranks of a legendary 1% motorcycle club • Survive assassination attempts and clubhouse bombings • Face multiple federal prosecutions — and beat them • Navigate informants, undercover operations, and government pressure • Witness the evolution of biker culture from brotherhood to organized crime conflicts This is a rare, firsthand account of one of America's most controversial subcultures — told by someone who lived it for decades. Go Support George! Website: https://www.georgechristie.com/ IG: https://www.instagram.com/georgechristiejr/ YouTube:  @GeorgeGusChristie  Join The Patreon For Bonus Content! https://www.patreon.com/theconnectshow 00:00 Meet George Christie: Outlaw Legend 02:00 Early Days & Biker Culture Origins 06:00 Joining the Hell's Angels 10:00 Brotherhood, Bikes, and Old School Rules 14:00 Outlaw Clubs: From Bonding to Violence 21:00 Criminal Elements & Club Evolution 26:00 Club Wars, Prison, and Peace Efforts 33:00 Bombings, Feds, and Surviving the System 38:00 Government Tactics and Lawfare 45:00 Murder Conspiracy Case and Beating the Feds 55:00 Life After the Big Trial 01:03:00 Entrepreneurship, Fame, and More Heat 01:09:00 Running Ventura & The Power of Reputation 01:13:00 Dealing with Informants and Police 01:19:00 Courtroom Battles, Sons of Anarchy, and Pop Culture 01:29:00 Club Exit, Reflections & Writing the Story 01:34:00 Modern Times, Legacy & Final Thoughts Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

     Slam The Gavel welcomes Bill Ayers, President of PA Bikers For Justice.  Bill Ayers and others had gotten involved in helping victims of Parental Alienation through their work helping crime victims. They found a connection where many victims of child abuse and crimes against children had a connection to those children also being victims of Parental Alienation. This led to the changes in laws and policies and creating awareness of Parental Alienation.     PA Bikers for Justice do rallies once a year during around the weekend of Parental Alienation. This year they will be having a rally in Lackawanna County, Lackawanna County Courthouse in PA. PA Bikers For Justice has assisted thousands of victims since 1997 as a community watch group in West Scranton PA, then escorting victims to court, and branching out in other counties and are now statewide.   We discussed when an individual is released from prison, exonerated, they should be compensated so they don't end up homeless. Once exonerated the arrest record remains, so they have to go through an expungement process in which they petition the court and get a court order to expunge the arrest so it is no longer on their record. This could take two months to two years. Pennsylvania is indeed breeding poverty. To Reach Bill Ayers, President of PA Bikers For Justice: pabikersforjustice@gmail.com, on X: @PAbiker4justice, on Instagram: @pabikers4justice.   TEXT: 570-209-8472Supportshow(https://www.buymeacoffee.com/maryannpetri)Maryann Petri: dismantlingfamilycourtcorruption.comhttps://www.tiktok.com/@maryannpetriFacebook:   https://youtube.com/@slamthegavelpodcast?si=INW9XaTyprKsaDkl https://substack.com/@maryannpetri?r=kd7n6&utm_medium=iosInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/guitarpeace/Pinterest: Slam The Gavel Podcast/@guitarpeaceLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/maryann-petri-62a46b1ab/  Twitter https://x.com/PetriMaryannEzlegalsuit.com   https://ko-fi.com/maryannpetrihttps://www.zazzle.com/store/slam_the_gavel/aboout*DISCLAIMER* The use of this information is at the viewer/user's own risk. Content on this podcast does not constitute legal, financial, medical or any other professional advice. Viewer/user/guest should consult with the relevant professionals. IRS CIRCULAR 230 DISCLOSURE: To ensure compliance with requirements imposed by the Internal Revenue Service, we inform you that any U.S. federal tax advice contained in this communication (including any attachments) is not intended or written to be used, and cannot be used, for the purpose of (1) avoiding penalties under the Internal Revenue Code or (2) promoting, marketing or recommending to another party any transaction or matter addressed herein. Reproduction, distribution, performing, publicly displaying and making a derivative of the work is explicitly prohibited without permission from content creator. The content creator maintains the exclusive copyright and any unauthorized copyright usage is strictly prohibited.  Podcast is protected by owner from duplication, reproduction, distribution, making aSupport the showSupportshow(https://www.buymeacoffee.com/maryannpetri)http://www.dismantlingfamilycourtcorruption.com/

Strange But TRUE Tales from North Carolina - Tattooed Biker, from the YouTube channel Tattooed Biker Unexplained joins Steve Stockton to talk about all manner of weirdness in North Carolina and beyond. Tattooed Biker's YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@tattooedbikerunexplainedBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/missing-persons-mysteries--5624803/support.

In this episode, Michael Dargie talks with India Hayes, founder of Bikers Hangout—a grassroots global movement for motorcycle riders. Broadcasting from Warrington, England, India shares how her idea to connect riders around the world began in a hospital while recovering from pneumonia. Frustrated by the lack of an international biker network, she started a Facebook group. That seed grew into Bikers Hangout, a multimedia platform complete with its own radio station, live shows, club directory, and growing global partnerships. India opens up about riding through personal health struggles, including kidney failure and spinal issues, and how building Bikers Hangout gave her focus and something to live for. From her first illegally rebuilt TS125 to launching shows across the UK, US, and beyond, India's journey is powered by persistence and love for the biking community. She also talks about the importance of giving back, connecting small service businesses to riders, and using the platform to support organizations like Blood Bikes. With plans to tour more, build out the global club directory, and collaborate with TV hosts and major cargo networks, India shows what's possible when you follow your calling—even if the road is bumpy. Her advice to rebels in waiting? Be patient, be relentless, and get out into the world. "You have one life, and that life is soon gone. So just do it. Give it 100%." Quoteable Quotes "You have one life, and that life is soon gone. So just do it. Give it 100%." "There wasn't a global bikers platform—so I built one." "It's quite an emotional connection you have with a motorcycle… you are at one." "Sometimes you've got to stop and show them how it's done." "Every day is a new day. I've got stuff to do." Episode Highlights The First Ride | Rebuilding a bike from boxes at 13 From Facebook to Global | How Bikers Hangout was born in a hospital bed Radio for Riders | Starting a biker-run global radio station Riding Through It | How India built a business while battling chronic illness Going Worldwide | 200+ clubs in the directory (and growing) Community, Not Commerce | Why they never charge the clubs The Real Ones | Featuring underground mechanics and unlisted legends Building for Others | Helping Blood Bikes generate income through partnerships The Long Game | Plans for tours, collaborations, and more shows Advice to Rebels | Patience, persistence, and putting in the work Links From Episode Bikers Hangout Website (https://www.bikershangout.co.uk/) India on LinkedIn (https://www.linkedin.com/in/india-hayes-703ba01a/) India on Threads (https://www.threads.com/@bikershangout2019?xmt=AQF0TSiYBpXGOo9tddkzVQkU5unVaotSI1bI3Q4RCUpr-50) India on TikTok (https://www.tiktok.com/@indiahayes666) --------- About the Host of The RebelRebel Learn more about Michael Dargie, his book on branding, and cool tools he built at https://MichaelDargie.com

Have you heard about the new A24 movie from writer/director Harry Lighton that's almost a romantic comedy about gay BDSM biker culture? That's PILLION, starring Alexander Skarsgaard and Harry Melling, and we're thrilled to have our friend Nayland Blake (an influential artist and teacher who's an authority on queer kink, riding with us!What's Good?Alonso - Trans Girl Scouts you can buy cookies fromDrea - The Milan-Cortina Olympics (also Coach Jackie)Nayland - Midwest Magic Cleaning on YouTubeKevin - Casey Abrams at Hotel Cafe (w/surprise Dave Koz); Bobby Brown at the barITIDICLetterboxd Op-Ed: Is Streaming Making Movies Less Memorable?Kristen Stewart Buys Highland Park TheaterOur ‘Sex-Positive Movie Night' Picks in a Letterboxd ListStaff PicksAlonso - Good Luck, Have Fun, Don't DieDrea - Nirvanna The Band The Show The MovieNayland - BloodsistersKevin - SecretaryNayland's Books:My Studio Is a Dungeon Is the StudioNo Wrong Holes: Thirty Years of Nayland Blake  Follow us on BlueSky, Facebook, Instagram, or LetterboxdWithKevin AveryDrea ClarkAlonso DuraldeProduced by Marissa FlaxbartSr. Producer Laura Swisher

What happens when two seasoned overland riders trade full-size adventure bikes for 50cc, 50-year-old two-strokes? German engineers Bea Höbenreich and Helmut Koch set out to prove that real motorcycle adventure isn't about horsepower or gear—it's about mindset. From Australia's punishing outback to Cape York's legendary Old Telegraph Track, they battled bike drownings, deep sand, brutal creek crossings, and relentless headwinds on the smallest machines in the landscape.

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Get premium wireless for $15/month on a 3, 6, or 12 month plan at http://MintMobile.com/STINKER  Welcome to the epic conclusion of Mom Boucher and the QBW. The war pops off in '94 and goes all the way into the Willenium. Things get way more ruthless and violent, and it's all still happening in French-Canadian.  Support Lil Stinkers at  https://www.patreon.com/lilstinkers to get every episode AD FREE and a week early PLUS weekly bonus episodes. Get your Lil Stinkers merch today at https://www.lilstinkerspod.com 

In this episode of The Ride Companion, mountain bike legend Martyn Ashton joins us for one of our most honest, funny and important conversations yet. We talk about Martyn's latest project, Rideable Now and why he believes mountain bikers need to show up for mountain biking. During the episode Martyn gives the usual dose of self deprecation to powerful reflections on injury, identity and access. Rideable Now exists to help riders with life changing injuries and disabilities get back on the trails through adaptive mountain bikes, community support and real opportunities to ride again. Learn more and consider supporting rideable now here https://www.rideablenow.com Episode Sponsors:- - Want an easy way to tick your daily nutritional needs? Support the show and get 15% OFF HUEL products with code 'RIDE' at https://huel.com/. Unlock a healthier, easier way to eat with Huel — nutritionally complete meals in minutes, so you can focus on what really matters… biking. - Fan of quality tools and want to geek out? Feedback Sports is available from your local bike shop, online retailers such as Saddleback and Bike 24, plus directly from https://feedbacksports.com - Looking for a new car or van and don't want to deal with dodgy dealers? Check out https://www.cargurus.co.uk - Kecks → 10% off with code THERIDECOMPANION at https://kecks.co.uk Get early access & ad-free episodes → https://www.patreon.com/theridecompanion You can also support our long term partners: Marin Bikes → marinbikes.com/gb Focus Bikes → focus-bikes.com SRAM: sram.com/en/sram adidas FiveTen: adidas.co.uk/five_ten invisiFrame: 15% off with code REFRESHANDRIDE at invisiframe.co.uk Troy Lee Designs → 10% off with code theridecompanion at saddleback.avln.me/c/OzduCWvjtcOr Manta Sleep → 10% off with code theridecompanion tinyurl.com/theridecompanion HUEL → 15% off with code RIDE: huel.com/ Mudhugger → Get 10% off with code ridecompanion10 at themudhugger.co.uk Compex → 20% off with code THERIDECOMPANION: compex.com/uk/ Igloo → igloocoolers.com/ Kecks → https://kecks.co.uk use code THERIDECOMPANION for 10% off Feedback Sports: feedbacksports.com WORX → 15% off with code THERIDECOMPANION at uk.worx.com HKT Products → 10% off with code PODCAST at hktproducts.co.uk Follow The Ride Companion Instagram @theridecompanion YouTube @TheRideCompanion Olly Wilkins Instagram @odub_23 YouTube @owilkins23 YouTube clips and BTS channel @moreridecompanion Get official Ride Companion merch, find old episodes and more theridecompanion.co.uk

The Ubuntu Bikers Run — Unity, Brotherhood, & Purpose on Two WheelsToday on Black Dragon Biker TV, we're highlighting one of the most powerful and inspiring motorcycle movements in the world — The Ubuntu Bikers Run. Often recognized as the largest breakfast run on the planet, the Ubuntu Run was started by Black bikers in South Africa and is built on the principle of Ubuntu — the idea that “I am because we are.” Ubuntu represents unity, shared humanity, compassion, and peaceful coexistence across race, religion, and nationality.

In this short segment we discuss any connections between the Mafia and Biker gangs in Milwaukee.--Join the Milwaukee Mafia Newsletter and get updates about the Mafia and Gavin https://milwaukeemafia.com/join-the-mailing-list/Got a question about this episode? Email Gavin and Eric at milwaukeemafia@gmail.comExplore the Milwaukee Mafia Wiki: https://milwaukeemafia.com/Become part of the Family: https://www.patreon.com/Milwaukeemafia--Gavin Schmitt is the leading historical expert on the mafia in Wisconsin. He has written several books on the subject and regularly speaks across the country.Get Gavin's Books: https://www.amazon.com/Gavin-Schmitt/e/B00E749XFSBook Gavin for a Presentation: https://gavinschmitt.com/

BoD MC Confronts ICE — Media, Culture, & ControversyToday on Black Dragon Biker TV, we're covering a wide mix of stories that touch on confrontation, culture, history, and the ever-changing biker media landscape. Brotherhood of Distinction (BoD) MC appears to have confronted ICE, sparking conversation about boundaries, authority, and how biker clubs interact with law enforcement agencies. We'll talk about what's being reported and why incidents like this draw attention.

There's something about being on a motorcycle that just feels right — in ways that are hard to explain, but easy to recognize. Not long ago on the show, cognitive scientist Mark Changizi, author of Motorcycle Mind, talked about how riding a motorcycle is unlike anything else we do, because the physics involved mean the bike responds directly to your body — your balance, your inputs, your movement — reacting instantly, almost like a hybrid of human and machine moving as one. That connection sharpens focus and pulls you fully into the moment, and according to Changizi, it can change how our brains process space, motion, and risk. Those changes don't necessarily stop when the bike is shut off, and for some people, riding becomes a place to return to — a way forward when other things aren't working, a focus when life is closing in — and that idea sits at the center of today's episode, as Rusty David shares his story.This episode contains a brief reference to suicide. Listener discretion is advised.

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Authorities allege that Thomas Moss, 43, identified as a Phantom MC member, conspired with others to murder Tippecanoe County Superior Court Judge Steven Meyer and his wife. According to court documents, prosecutors claim the alleged plot followed a failed attempt to obstruct a domestic abuse trial. We'll break down what is being alleged, what has been charged, and where the case currently stands. We'll also take a moment to acknowledge the passing of Phil Boudreault, an Olympic boxer and outlaw biker, who has died at the age of 50. We'll talk about his background, his accomplishments, and how he is being remembered. Then we turn to Long Island, where a wild biker brawl involving Pagans MC and Hells Angels has led to a sweeping felony case. Prosecutors say multiple incidents and participants are now wrapped into a larger legal action. We'll discuss what's been reported, why cases like this expand quickly, and what it means for those involved.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-dragon-s-lair-motorcycle-chaos--3267493/support.Sponsor the channel by signing up for our channel memberships. You can also support us by signing up for our podcast channel membership for $9.99 per month, where 100% of the membership price goes directly to us at https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-.... Follow us on:Instagram: BlackDragonBikerTV TikTok: BlackDragonBikertv Twitter: jbunchiiFacebook: BlackDragonBikerBuy Black Dragon Merchandise, Mugs, Hats, T-Shirts Books: https://blackdragonsgear.comDonate to our cause:Cashapp: $BikerPrezPayPal: jbunchii Zelle: jbunchii@aol.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/BlackDragonNPSubscribe to our new discord server https://discord.gg/dshaTSTSubscribe to our online news magazine www.bikerliberty.comGet 20% off Gothic biker rings by using my special discount code: blackdragon go to http://gthic.com?aff=147Join my News Letter to get the latest in MC protocol, biker club content, and my best picks for every day carry. https://johns-newsletter-43af29.beehi... Get my Audio Book Prospect's Bible an Audible: https://adbl.co/3OBsfl5Help us get to 30,000 subscribers on www.instagram.com/BlackDragonBikerTV on Instagram. Thank you!We at Black Dragon Biker TV are dedicated to bringing you the latest news, updates, and analysis from the world of bikers and motorcycle clubs. Our content is created for news reporting, commentary, and discussion purposes. Under Section 107 of the Copyright

Guest: Rick Carr, Songs: Dean Wells - Rain Child, Dan Baney - Northern Town, Roshell Peeso and Sean Clark - Gem City Mule

The House Mouse Shags Dirk.By Original Aramis. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Dirk travels to an MC biker party and scores well.His suspicions about how the evening was going to go were confirmed when Amy slid her hand down his stomach to his crotch, massaging the lump of his cock firmly and then gripping it in her hand. She squeezed gently, but firmly, and both of them, could feel Dirk’s cock, began to respond.I can’t wait to give you a blowjob,“ she said into his ear."You keep that up and I’m gonna have to pull over and fuck you right here,” he shouted over his shoulder at her, and he heard her laugh.“As much as I’d like that, I think we should wait until we get to my house. It’s not much further now.” she called out into his ear. She gave his hardening cock one final squeeze before removing her hand, hugging tight against his back again.“Turn right at the next street,” she said a few minutes later. Dirk saw the sign for Vincent Lane and slowed, then made the right turn onto the street before accelerating again. It was a nice neighborhood, and he was sure that the loud pipes on his bike were going to make everyone take notice. But he was used to that and didn’t let it bother him. A moment later Amy tapped him on the shoulder and then pointed to a house on the right as she spoke.“That’s where the dominatrix lives,” she said, and Dirk turned his head to look.“The what?” he said in surprise.“The dominatrix, Amy replied. She’s a tall, leggy blonde with huge tits, and guys pay her to have her tie them up and do things to them. The cops have been trying to bust her for years, but have never been able to prove anything, so now they pretty much just leave her alone.”Dirk looked at the house as they rode past it. He didn’t see anything special about the house at 94, Vincent Lane, although he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see. There was a car in the driveway, but other than that there was nothing, it was just another house in an upper-middle-class neighborhood.“My house is the second on the right in the next block,” Amy said, and a few moments later he was pulling up into her driveway. He stopped the bike and held it steady as Amy got off, then shut off the engine, put the kickstand down, and got off.“Don’t worry about your bike, Dirk, it’ll be fine out here in the driveway,” Amy said.“ This is a nice neighborhood, and besides, everyone knows I’m associated with the MC so they treat me pretty good. One of the benefits of being in an MC,” Dirk said, following her up the sidewalk to her front door. She opened the door and stepped inside, with Dirk following. She closed the door behind him as he stepped into the living room, he noticed that the house was very well furnished, with the decor being obviously feminine.“Very nice,” he said, standing in the center of the room and looking around.“Thank you, sir!” Amy replied, smiling at him. “Would you like a beer?” she asked, and Dirk nodded as he replied.“Do you have anything harder?” he asked.“Is bourbon okay?” she replied.“Absolutely,” Dirk said.“Bulight, Knob Creek, or Blantons,” she said, naming three very popular and very expensive bourbons, the last of which could run anywhere from $250 to $750 per bottle, depending upon which style you bought.“Blantons, please, straight up,” he said.“Coming right up! Have a seat on the couch while I get it for you,” she said, motioning to the couch and then turning to walk out of the room towards what he suspected was the kitchen. She slipped the jeans jacket off and tossed it onto the back of one of the chairs as she went past, and Dirk saw that the shirt she was wearing beneath the jacket was sleeveless. He also didn’t see any bra lines, so he was pretty sure she was braless as well. He turned and walked over to the couch, sitting down in the middle of it and relaxing until Amy came back.She returned a minute or so later, a shot glass in one hand and a whiskey glass in the other. Both had bourbon in them, but the whiskey glass also had ice in it. As she walked towards him, it was clearly evident that he was right about her not wearing a bra. Her breasts were full and firm, much bigger than average, and sat high on her chest, with very little sag. Her nipples were big and obviously hard, poking against the material of her shirt. Dirk was mesmerized at the way her breasts bounced as she crossed the room, she saw where his eyes were and grinned in response as she walked over to him and stopped next to his outstretched legs.I prefer my bourbon on the rocks,“ she said, holding out the shot glass to him. He took the glass from her, and as soon as he did she immediately threw one leg over him and sat down on his lap, facing him. She slid up onto his lap as far as she could go, her knees pressing into the back of the couch on either side of his him, her mouth resting firmly on his crotch."A toast,” she said, holding the glass in front of her. “To good friends, good whiskey, and good sex,” she said, grinning at him.“I’ll drink to that.” Dirk replied, clinking his glass to hers. They both took a sip of their drinks, with Amy never taking her eyes off of his as she did. This is going to be such fun,“ she said, her voice soft and sultry as she looked into his eyes."I’m going to make you cum, so hard. How many times can you cum in one night, Dirk?” she asked, taking another sip from her drink.“My personal best is three,” he replied, taking another sip from his drink as well. “But then again, we got a late start, so we were kinda pressed for time.”“Think you can beat that personal best tonight?” Amy asked, smiling at him. She ground her pussy against his crotch slowly as she spoke, her smile turning up on one end in a devilish way.“Depends on how motivated I am,” he replied, returning her smile.“Well, let’s see what I can do to motivate you, shall we,” she said, leaning over and putting her drink on the small table next to the couch, pushing her big breasts into his chest as she did so. She kept them there as she sat up, pausing nose to nose with Dirk for just a moment before taking his face in her hands and kissing him. Her lips were warm and soft, and the kiss quickly deepened into something hot and erotic when she slipped her live tongue into his mouth to find his.Dirk was a little surprised at how aggressive Amy was, but he was by no means disappointed. He liked aggressive women, and Amy was quickly showing him just how aggressive she was by grinding her mound heart against his hardening cock. Amy slid her arms around his neck and held him close, pushing her big, firm breasts against his chest as she ground her pussy against him, their tongues dancing and her breath coming quicker now. Dirk put his arms around her in response, pulling her closer to him. The kiss lasted for a good two minutes, and by the time it was over Dirk’s cock was nearly completely hard. Amy looked at him and smiled, her arms still around his neck as she spoke.“Sounds like you’ve got a pretty nice-sized cock down there waiting for me, Dirk?” she said, teasing him.“Why don’t you see for yourself?” he asked, returning her smile.“That’s not a bad idea.” Amy replied. She took her arms from around his neck and slid back along the top of his thighs until she was almost sitting on his knees. She reached down and unfastened his jeans, he never wore a belt, pulling the zipper down and then opening the fly completely. She let out a yelp of surprise, looking up at him with a grin on her face at the discovery that he wasn’t wearing underwear.“You’re going commando,” she said, happily.Dirk smiled and nodded as he replied. “I hardly ever wear underwear, but I made it a point not to wear them tonight because I had a feeling I was gonna get laid tonight, and they’d just be in the way,” he replied, making Amy giggle.“Your feeling was correct, because you most certainly are going to get laid tonight,” she said, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around his shaft, pulling it free from the jeans.“But before that, you’re gonna get your dick sucked by one of the most talented cock suckers you’ve ever met,” she said.“That would be you, I assume?” he replied, playing with her.“Damned right it is,” she said, playing right back at him. “Now let’s get these jeans out of the way so I can get down to business, shall we?” she said, getting up from where she sat. She turned around facing away from him and grabbed one of his feet, lifting it up and then pulling his motorcycle boot off by the heel, tossing it aside.It was obvious that she’d done this before, and she had both of his boots off in seconds. Then she turned around and grabbed his jeans at his hips, looking up at him and giving him a big, devilish grin as she yanked them down over his hips, down his legs, and over his feet. This left him in just his socks, shirt and colors, his hard cock throbbing with excitement. Amy bent down and took his cock in her hand, squeezing it hard and pumping it a couple of times, looking up at him with that devilish grin again.“You’ve got a great prick, Dirk,” she said, “I can’t wait to get my lips wrapped around it.” She bent down and kissed the tip of his cock, then put her lips on the very tip and sucked at it hard. This made Dirk jump, and Amy giggled at his response. Then she released his cock from her grasp and stood up, facing him.“Let’s even thing up a little, shall we?” she said, pulling her shirt out of her jeans first and then pulling it up and over her head, tossing it aside to join Dirk’s boots and jeans on the floor. She turned to face him, showing him the fullest, biggest, firmest, most spectacular pair of mouth-watering tits Dirk had ever seen.Holy shit!“ he said, his eyes fastened on her big tits. They were big and round, very firm with very little sag, capped with average-size areola in the center of which were two pert, erect nipples. If Dirk didn’t know any better he would have sworn she’d had a boob job, but he didn’t see any visible scars. It took High a minute to find his voice again, and all Amy did was stand there with her hands on her hips, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at her.I take it you like what you see?” she said, her blue eyes sparkling.Oh, yeah, I do. Dirk replied, looking up at her and returning her smile. I’ve never seen a pair of tits like that in my entire life, he said, looking back down at her chest.And before you ask, yes, they’re real,“ she said, grinning as she slid her hands up her body to cup the big mounds in her hands.So you’ve been asked that before, huh?” Dirk said, grinning up at her.Only every time a guy sees my boobs for the first time,“ she said, squeezing her tits in her hands and tugging on the nipples. Now, are we gonna talk about my tits all night or are you gonna let me suck your cock and then fuck me?” she asked, still squeezing her tits.We can talk later, Dirk said, spreading his knees apart so she could get between his legs. Without another word Amy dropped to her knees and scooted in between his outspread thighs, moving forward as far as she could go. She reached up and grabbed Dirk’s cock, pointing it straight up and without hesitation dropped her mouth down and swallowed it up, clamping her lips around it and sucking nearly his entire length into her mouth and down her throat.Dirk moaned as she gripped and squeezed his balls in her hand as she ran her thick, wet tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. She began sliding her mouth up and down the length of his cock, massaging and squeezing his balls as she did. Every now and then she would slide her mouth up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth, then she would suck very hard like she was sucking on a soda straw, and Dirk watched in amazement as her cheeks hollowed in with the suction she was applying. He could feel the pre-cum being sucked out of him, and she moaned with delight as she tasted the salty fluid on her tongue. She looked up at him and smiled around the head of his cock in her mouth, her blue eyes sparkling. She released his cock from her mouth with a soft pop and then gripped it in her hand, pumping the glistening, slick shaft as she spoke.I told you I was good,“ she said, grinning up at him. Am I not the best cocksucker you’ve ever met or what?” she asked, obviously very proud of herself and her oral skills. Dirk nodded as he replied.Yes, you most certainly are, he said, watching as she pumped his cock. But why are you talking instead of sucking?“ he asked, one side of his mouth turning up in a smile.Amy smiled back. Yes, sir,” she said, then lowered her mouth down onto his cock again and resumed sucking him off. She was incredibly good, of that there was no doubt, and Dirk just sat back and relaxed, watching a true cock-sucking queen at work. Amy bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, turning her head from side to side every now and then to change the angle of her mouth on his cock, massaging his balls all the while. She was good, Very good, and Dirk knew it wouldn’t be long before he was blowing his load down her throat if she kept this up. Then she surprised him by releasing his cock from her mouth and gripping it with her hand as she slid her tongue down his shaft to his balls. Dirk always shaped his cock and balls so she had a pair of clean, smooth balls to play with.She ran her big tongue over and around his balls, then opened her mouth wide and clamped her soft lips around them. Then, to Dirk’s amazement, she effortlessly sucked both of them in her mouth, rolling them around and sucking on them just hard enough to arouse with causing pain, and making Dirk groan out loud in the process. After several very enjoyable moments of her sucking on his balls, she shifted her attention back to his cock for another few moments before slipping it from her mouth and looking up at him, her hand wrapped around the shaft and pumping it as she spoke.I want you to come in my mouth, because I really want to taste you, but I think I’ll save that for later,“ she said, giving him an impish smile. Right now, I want to feel this big, hard cock inside my wet pussy, so I can ride you until you come inside me. Is that okay, Dirk?” she asked, one side of her mouth turned up in a smile.Absolutely!“ Dirk replied, returning her grin. They both stood up then, with Amy slipping out of her boots and jeans and Dirk taking off his colors, draping them over the back of the couch, before pulling off his shirt.Leave your colors on, Dirk,” she said as she tossed her jeans on the back of the chair that was next to the couch. Taking the shirt off is okay, but put your colors back on, please. I want you to fuck me while you’re wearing them, okay?“ she asked.I can do that, Dirk said, picking the vest up from the back of the couch and putting it back on. Amy was now standing before him totally naked, and he was pleased to see that she was shaven as smooth. And was that a clitoral hood he saw peeking out from between her puffy outer lips? Amy grinned at him as she took him by the hand, turning to lead him across the room, to her bedroom.Now come with me,” she said, tugging him along behind her. He let himself be led across the room and down the hall to her bedroom, watching the firm globes of her ass flexing as she walked. She led him into her bedroom, and Dirk wasn’t at all surprised to see that it was done up entirely in pink-pink walls, pink curtains on the window, pink bedspread, and pink rug. She obviously loved pink, and that was okay with him. She led him over to the side of the bed, then turned him so his back was to the bed. Then, without warning, she put her hands on his chest and pushed hard, shoving him back onto the bed.Whoa!“ Dirk exclaimed as he fell back onto the bed, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen as he fell. Amy was on him in a flash, quickly climbing on top of him and getting into position above him, putting one hand on either side of his head for support. She smiled down at him as she pressed her mound against the hard tube of his cock, rubbing it up and down the length, and Dirk could feel her outer lips opening and his cock getting slippery with her juices. She was already very wet, and was very eager to get his cock inside her.This is gonna be so fucking good,” she whispered, her voice low and husky as she slid her pussy up and down the underside of his shaft.Dirk reached up and grabbed her big breasts in his hands, squeezing them hard and pinching the nipples between his fingers.Amy jerked her hips in response, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as she hissed between clenched teeth as the sensations went ripping through her nipples and through the rest of her body.Oh my god, yes!“ she breathed, looking down at him. The lust was plain in her eyes, and she never took her eyes from Dirk’s as she reached down and pointed his cock up at her pussy. Dirk felt the head slip into her opening and then she pushed down, sliding her pussy down onto his hard shaft.Ah, that feels so fucking good,” she said, pushing down harder and taking his entire length inside her. Amy’s pussy was hot, wet, and very tight, the tightest pussy Dirk had ever felt, and he loved the way it felt wrapped around his cock. It was like having a warm, wet velvet hand wrapped around his shaft, and he jumped when she clamped down hard on his cock with her inner muscles, gripping it even tighter. Amy giggled at his reaction to her squeezing his cock with her pussy.So you like that, huh,“ she said, grinding her hips down onto his cock while squeezing it with her muscles.I’ve had a woman do that to me before, but never that tight. That’s amazing!” Dirk replied, tugging on her nipples as he spoke.I practice my Kegel exercises for 30 minutes every night without fail, whether I have a real cock to practice on or not,“ she said, smiling down at him as she began to slide her pussy up and down on his cock. But it’s always so much better with a real cock.Dirk didn’t get a chance to say anything else as Amy planted her lips on his, pushing her tongue into his mouth to find his own as she began riding him, sliding her pussy up and down the length of his shaft, squeezing and gripping it with her strong inner muscles. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it almost as hard as she had sucked on his cock earlier, and Dirk thought she was going to suck it right out of his mouth. She had him trapped at both ends, and there was nothing Dirk could do but hang on to her big tits as she rode him. Her movements increased in tempo and intensity, and soon she was riding his cock in long, hard, deep strokes.S

The House Mouse Shags Dirk.By Original Aramis. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Dirk travels to an MC biker party and scores well.His suspicions about how the evening was going to go were confirmed when Amy slid her hand down his stomach to his crotch, massaging the lump of his cock firmly and then gripping it in her hand. She squeezed gently, but firmly, and both of them, could feel Dirk’s cock, began to respond.I can’t wait to give you a blowjob,“ she said into his ear."You keep that up and I’m gonna have to pull over and fuck you right here,” he shouted over his shoulder at her, and he heard her laugh.“As much as I’d like that, I think we should wait until we get to my house. It’s not much further now.” she called out into his ear. She gave his hardening cock one final squeeze before removing her hand, hugging tight against his back again.“Turn right at the next street,” she said a few minutes later. Dirk saw the sign for Vincent Lane and slowed, then made the right turn onto the street before accelerating again. It was a nice neighborhood, and he was sure that the loud pipes on his bike were going to make everyone take notice. But he was used to that and didn’t let it bother him. A moment later Amy tapped him on the shoulder and then pointed to a house on the right as she spoke.“That’s where the dominatrix lives,” she said, and Dirk turned his head to look.“The what?” he said in surprise.“The dominatrix, Amy replied. She’s a tall, leggy blonde with huge tits, and guys pay her to have her tie them up and do things to them. The cops have been trying to bust her for years, but have never been able to prove anything, so now they pretty much just leave her alone.”Dirk looked at the house as they rode past it. He didn’t see anything special about the house at 94, Vincent Lane, although he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see. There was a car in the driveway, but other than that there was nothing, it was just another house in an upper-middle-class neighborhood.“My house is the second on the right in the next block,” Amy said, and a few moments later he was pulling up into her driveway. He stopped the bike and held it steady as Amy got off, then shut off the engine, put the kickstand down, and got off.“Don’t worry about your bike, Dirk, it’ll be fine out here in the driveway,” Amy said.“ This is a nice neighborhood, and besides, everyone knows I’m associated with the MC so they treat me pretty good. One of the benefits of being in an MC,” Dirk said, following her up the sidewalk to her front door. She opened the door and stepped inside, with Dirk following. She closed the door behind him as he stepped into the living room, he noticed that the house was very well furnished, with the decor being obviously feminine.“Very nice,” he said, standing in the center of the room and looking around.“Thank you, sir!” Amy replied, smiling at him. “Would you like a beer?” she asked, and Dirk nodded as he replied.“Do you have anything harder?” he asked.“Is bourbon okay?” she replied.“Absolutely,” Dirk said.“Bulight, Knob Creek, or Blantons,” she said, naming three very popular and very expensive bourbons, the last of which could run anywhere from $250 to $750 per bottle, depending upon which style you bought.“Blantons, please, straight up,” he said.“Coming right up! Have a seat on the couch while I get it for you,” she said, motioning to the couch and then turning to walk out of the room towards what he suspected was the kitchen. She slipped the jeans jacket off and tossed it onto the back of one of the chairs as she went past, and Dirk saw that the shirt she was wearing beneath the jacket was sleeveless. He also didn’t see any bra lines, so he was pretty sure she was braless as well. He turned and walked over to the couch, sitting down in the middle of it and relaxing until Amy came back.She returned a minute or so later, a shot glass in one hand and a whiskey glass in the other. Both had bourbon in them, but the whiskey glass also had ice in it. As she walked towards him, it was clearly evident that he was right about her not wearing a bra. Her breasts were full and firm, much bigger than average, and sat high on her chest, with very little sag. Her nipples were big and obviously hard, poking against the material of her shirt. Dirk was mesmerized at the way her breasts bounced as she crossed the room, she saw where his eyes were and grinned in response as she walked over to him and stopped next to his outstretched legs.I prefer my bourbon on the rocks,“ she said, holding out the shot glass to him. He took the glass from her, and as soon as he did she immediately threw one leg over him and sat down on his lap, facing him. She slid up onto his lap as far as she could go, her knees pressing into the back of the couch on either side of his him, her mouth resting firmly on his crotch."A toast,” she said, holding the glass in front of her. “To good friends, good whiskey, and good sex,” she said, grinning at him.“I’ll drink to that.” Dirk replied, clinking his glass to hers. They both took a sip of their drinks, with Amy never taking her eyes off of his as she did. This is going to be such fun,“ she said, her voice soft and sultry as she looked into his eyes."I’m going to make you cum, so hard. How many times can you cum in one night, Dirk?” she asked, taking another sip from her drink.“My personal best is three,” he replied, taking another sip from his drink as well. “But then again, we got a late start, so we were kinda pressed for time.”“Think you can beat that personal best tonight?” Amy asked, smiling at him. She ground her pussy against his crotch slowly as she spoke, her smile turning up on one end in a devilish way.“Depends on how motivated I am,” he replied, returning her smile.“Well, let’s see what I can do to motivate you, shall we,” she said, leaning over and putting her drink on the small table next to the couch, pushing her big breasts into his chest as she did so. She kept them there as she sat up, pausing nose to nose with Dirk for just a moment before taking his face in her hands and kissing him. Her lips were warm and soft, and the kiss quickly deepened into something hot and erotic when she slipped her live tongue into his mouth to find his.Dirk was a little surprised at how aggressive Amy was, but he was by no means disappointed. He liked aggressive women, and Amy was quickly showing him just how aggressive she was by grinding her mound heart against his hardening cock. Amy slid her arms around his neck and held him close, pushing her big, firm breasts against his chest as she ground her pussy against him, their tongues dancing and her breath coming quicker now. Dirk put his arms around her in response, pulling her closer to him. The kiss lasted for a good two minutes, and by the time it was over Dirk’s cock was nearly completely hard. Amy looked at him and smiled, her arms still around his neck as she spoke.“Sounds like you’ve got a pretty nice-sized cock down there waiting for me, Dirk?” she said, teasing him.“Why don’t you see for yourself?” he asked, returning her smile.“That’s not a bad idea.” Amy replied. She took her arms from around his neck and slid back along the top of his thighs until she was almost sitting on his knees. She reached down and unfastened his jeans, he never wore a belt, pulling the zipper down and then opening the fly completely. She let out a yelp of surprise, looking up at him with a grin on her face at the discovery that he wasn’t wearing underwear.“You’re going commando,” she said, happily.Dirk smiled and nodded as he replied. “I hardly ever wear underwear, but I made it a point not to wear them tonight because I had a feeling I was gonna get laid tonight, and they’d just be in the way,” he replied, making Amy giggle.“Your feeling was correct, because you most certainly are going to get laid tonight,” she said, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around his shaft, pulling it free from the jeans.“But before that, you’re gonna get your dick sucked by one of the most talented cock suckers you’ve ever met,” she said.“That would be you, I assume?” he replied, playing with her.“Damned right it is,” she said, playing right back at him. “Now let’s get these jeans out of the way so I can get down to business, shall we?” she said, getting up from where she sat. She turned around facing away from him and grabbed one of his feet, lifting it up and then pulling his motorcycle boot off by the heel, tossing it aside.It was obvious that she’d done this before, and she had both of his boots off in seconds. Then she turned around and grabbed his jeans at his hips, looking up at him and giving him a big, devilish grin as she yanked them down over his hips, down his legs, and over his feet. This left him in just his socks, shirt and colors, his hard cock throbbing with excitement. Amy bent down and took his cock in her hand, squeezing it hard and pumping it a couple of times, looking up at him with that devilish grin again.“You’ve got a great prick, Dirk,” she said, “I can’t wait to get my lips wrapped around it.” She bent down and kissed the tip of his cock, then put her lips on the very tip and sucked at it hard. This made Dirk jump, and Amy giggled at his response. Then she released his cock from her grasp and stood up, facing him.“Let’s even thing up a little, shall we?” she said, pulling her shirt out of her jeans first and then pulling it up and over her head, tossing it aside to join Dirk’s boots and jeans on the floor. She turned to face him, showing him the fullest, biggest, firmest, most spectacular pair of mouth-watering tits Dirk had ever seen.Holy shit!“ he said, his eyes fastened on her big tits. They were big and round, very firm with very little sag, capped with average-size areola in the center of which were two pert, erect nipples. If Dirk didn’t know any better he would have sworn she’d had a boob job, but he didn’t see any visible scars. It took High a minute to find his voice again, and all Amy did was stand there with her hands on her hips, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at her.I take it you like what you see?” she said, her blue eyes sparkling.Oh, yeah, I do. Dirk replied, looking up at her and returning her smile. I’ve never seen a pair of tits like that in my entire life, he said, looking back down at her chest.And before you ask, yes, they’re real,“ she said, grinning as she slid her hands up her body to cup the big mounds in her hands.So you’ve been asked that before, huh?” Dirk said, grinning up at her.Only every time a guy sees my boobs for the first time,“ she said, squeezing her tits in her hands and tugging on the nipples. Now, are we gonna talk about my tits all night or are you gonna let me suck your cock and then fuck me?” she asked, still squeezing her tits.We can talk later, Dirk said, spreading his knees apart so she could get between his legs. Without another word Amy dropped to her knees and scooted in between his outspread thighs, moving forward as far as she could go. She reached up and grabbed Dirk’s cock, pointing it straight up and without hesitation dropped her mouth down and swallowed it up, clamping her lips around it and sucking nearly his entire length into her mouth and down her throat.Dirk moaned as she gripped and squeezed his balls in her hand as she ran her thick, wet tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. She began sliding her mouth up and down the length of his cock, massaging and squeezing his balls as she did. Every now and then she would slide her mouth up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth, then she would suck very hard like she was sucking on a soda straw, and Dirk watched in amazement as her cheeks hollowed in with the suction she was applying. He could feel the pre-cum being sucked out of him, and she moaned with delight as she tasted the salty fluid on her tongue. She looked up at him and smiled around the head of his cock in her mouth, her blue eyes sparkling. She released his cock from her mouth with a soft pop and then gripped it in her hand, pumping the glistening, slick shaft as she spoke.I told you I was good,“ she said, grinning up at him. Am I not the best cocksucker you’ve ever met or what?” she asked, obviously very proud of herself and her oral skills. Dirk nodded as he replied.Yes, you most certainly are, he said, watching as she pumped his cock. But why are you talking instead of sucking?“ he asked, one side of his mouth turning up in a smile.Amy smiled back. Yes, sir,” she said, then lowered her mouth down onto his cock again and resumed sucking him off. She was incredibly good, of that there was no doubt, and Dirk just sat back and relaxed, watching a true cock-sucking queen at work. Amy bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, turning her head from side to side every now and then to change the angle of her mouth on his cock, massaging his balls all the while. She was good, Very good, and Dirk knew it wouldn’t be long before he was blowing his load down her throat if she kept this up. Then she surprised him by releasing his cock from her mouth and gripping it with her hand as she slid her tongue down his shaft to his balls. Dirk always shaped his cock and balls so she had a pair of clean, smooth balls to play with.She ran her big tongue over and around his balls, then opened her mouth wide and clamped her soft lips around them. Then, to Dirk’s amazement, she effortlessly sucked both of them in her mouth, rolling them around and sucking on them just hard enough to arouse with causing pain, and making Dirk groan out loud in the process. After several very enjoyable moments of her sucking on his balls, she shifted her attention back to his cock for another few moments before slipping it from her mouth and looking up at him, her hand wrapped around the shaft and pumping it as she spoke.I want you to come in my mouth, because I really want to taste you, but I think I’ll save that for later,“ she said, giving him an impish smile. Right now, I want to feel this big, hard cock inside my wet pussy, so I can ride you until you come inside me. Is that okay, Dirk?” she asked, one side of her mouth turned up in a smile.Absolutely!“ Dirk replied, returning her grin. They both stood up then, with Amy slipping out of her boots and jeans and Dirk taking off his colors, draping them over the back of the couch, before pulling off his shirt.Leave your colors on, Dirk,” she said as she tossed her jeans on the back of the chair that was next to the couch. Taking the shirt off is okay, but put your colors back on, please. I want you to fuck me while you’re wearing them, okay?“ she asked.I can do that, Dirk said, picking the vest up from the back of the couch and putting it back on. Amy was now standing before him totally naked, and he was pleased to see that she was shaven as smooth. And was that a clitoral hood he saw peeking out from between her puffy outer lips? Amy grinned at him as she took him by the hand, turning to lead him across the room, to her bedroom.Now come with me,” she said, tugging him along behind her. He let himself be led across the room and down the hall to her bedroom, watching the firm globes of her ass flexing as she walked. She led him into her bedroom, and Dirk wasn’t at all surprised to see that it was done up entirely in pink-pink walls, pink curtains on the window, pink bedspread, and pink rug. She obviously loved pink, and that was okay with him. She led him over to the side of the bed, then turned him so his back was to the bed. Then, without warning, she put her hands on his chest and pushed hard, shoving him back onto the bed.Whoa!“ Dirk exclaimed as he fell back onto the bed, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen as he fell. Amy was on him in a flash, quickly climbing on top of him and getting into position above him, putting one hand on either side of his head for support. She smiled down at him as she pressed her mound against the hard tube of his cock, rubbing it up and down the length, and Dirk could feel her outer lips opening and his cock getting slippery with her juices. She was already very wet, and was very eager to get his cock inside her.This is gonna be so fucking good,” she whispered, her voice low and husky as she slid her pussy up and down the underside of his shaft.Dirk reached up and grabbed her big breasts in his hands, squeezing them hard and pinching the nipples between his fingers.Amy jerked her hips in response, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as she hissed between clenched teeth as the sensations went ripping through her nipples and through the rest of her body.Oh my god, yes!“ she breathed, looking down at him. The lust was plain in her eyes, and she never took her eyes from Dirk’s as she reached down and pointed his cock up at her pussy. Dirk felt the head slip into her opening and then she pushed down, sliding her pussy down onto his hard shaft.Ah, that feels so fucking good,” she said, pushing down harder and taking his entire length inside her. Amy’s pussy was hot, wet, and very tight, the tightest pussy Dirk had ever felt, and he loved the way it felt wrapped around his cock. It was like having a warm, wet velvet hand wrapped around his shaft, and he jumped when she clamped down hard on his cock with her inner muscles, gripping it even tighter. Amy giggled at his reaction to her squeezing his cock with her pussy.So you like that, huh,“ she said, grinding her hips down onto his cock while squeezing it with her muscles.I’ve had a woman do that to me before, but never that tight. That’s amazing!” Dirk replied, tugging on her nipples as he spoke.I practice my Kegel exercises for 30 minutes every night without fail, whether I have a real cock to practice on or not,“ she said, smiling down at him as she began to slide her pussy up and down on his cock. But it’s always so much better with a real cock.Dirk didn’t get a chance to say anything else as Amy planted her lips on his, pushing her tongue into his mouth to find his own as she began riding him, sliding her pussy up and down the length of his shaft, squeezing and gripping it with her strong inner muscles. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it almost as hard as she had sucked on his cock earlier, and Dirk thought she was going to suck it right out of his mouth. She had him trapped at both ends, and there was nothing Dirk could do but hang on to her big tits as she rode him. Her movements increased in tempo and intensity, and soon she was riding his cock in long, hard, deep strokes.S

The House Mouse Shags Dirk.By Original Aramis. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Dirk travels to an MC biker party and scores well.His suspicions about how the evening was going to go were confirmed when Amy slid her hand down his stomach to his crotch, massaging the lump of his cock firmly and then gripping it in her hand. She squeezed gently, but firmly, and both of them, could feel Dirk’s cock, began to respond.I can’t wait to give you a blowjob,“ she said into his ear."You keep that up and I’m gonna have to pull over and fuck you right here,” he shouted over his shoulder at her, and he heard her laugh.“As much as I’d like that, I think we should wait until we get to my house. It’s not much further now.” she called out into his ear. She gave his hardening cock one final squeeze before removing her hand, hugging tight against his back again.“Turn right at the next street,” she said a few minutes later. Dirk saw the sign for Vincent Lane and slowed, then made the right turn onto the street before accelerating again. It was a nice neighborhood, and he was sure that the loud pipes on his bike were going to make everyone take notice. But he was used to that and didn’t let it bother him. A moment later Amy tapped him on the shoulder and then pointed to a house on the right as she spoke.“That’s where the dominatrix lives,” she said, and Dirk turned his head to look.“The what?” he said in surprise.“The dominatrix, Amy replied. She’s a tall, leggy blonde with huge tits, and guys pay her to have her tie them up and do things to them. The cops have been trying to bust her for years, but have never been able to prove anything, so now they pretty much just leave her alone.”Dirk looked at the house as they rode past it. He didn’t see anything special about the house at 94, Vincent Lane, although he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see. There was a car in the driveway, but other than that there was nothing, it was just another house in an upper-middle-class neighborhood.“My house is the second on the right in the next block,” Amy said, and a few moments later he was pulling up into her driveway. He stopped the bike and held it steady as Amy got off, then shut off the engine, put the kickstand down, and got off.“Don’t worry about your bike, Dirk, it’ll be fine out here in the driveway,” Amy said.“ This is a nice neighborhood, and besides, everyone knows I’m associated with the MC so they treat me pretty good. One of the benefits of being in an MC,” Dirk said, following her up the sidewalk to her front door. She opened the door and stepped inside, with Dirk following. She closed the door behind him as he stepped into the living room, he noticed that the house was very well furnished, with the decor being obviously feminine.“Very nice,” he said, standing in the center of the room and looking around.“Thank you, sir!” Amy replied, smiling at him. “Would you like a beer?” she asked, and Dirk nodded as he replied.“Do you have anything harder?” he asked.“Is bourbon okay?” she replied.“Absolutely,” Dirk said.“Bulight, Knob Creek, or Blantons,” she said, naming three very popular and very expensive bourbons, the last of which could run anywhere from $250 to $750 per bottle, depending upon which style you bought.“Blantons, please, straight up,” he said.“Coming right up! Have a seat on the couch while I get it for you,” she said, motioning to the couch and then turning to walk out of the room towards what he suspected was the kitchen. She slipped the jeans jacket off and tossed it onto the back of one of the chairs as she went past, and Dirk saw that the shirt she was wearing beneath the jacket was sleeveless. He also didn’t see any bra lines, so he was pretty sure she was braless as well. He turned and walked over to the couch, sitting down in the middle of it and relaxing until Amy came back.She returned a minute or so later, a shot glass in one hand and a whiskey glass in the other. Both had bourbon in them, but the whiskey glass also had ice in it. As she walked towards him, it was clearly evident that he was right about her not wearing a bra. Her breasts were full and firm, much bigger than average, and sat high on her chest, with very little sag. Her nipples were big and obviously hard, poking against the material of her shirt. Dirk was mesmerized at the way her breasts bounced as she crossed the room, she saw where his eyes were and grinned in response as she walked over to him and stopped next to his outstretched legs.I prefer my bourbon on the rocks,“ she said, holding out the shot glass to him. He took the glass from her, and as soon as he did she immediately threw one leg over him and sat down on his lap, facing him. She slid up onto his lap as far as she could go, her knees pressing into the back of the couch on either side of his him, her mouth resting firmly on his crotch."A toast,” she said, holding the glass in front of her. “To good friends, good whiskey, and good sex,” she said, grinning at him.“I’ll drink to that.” Dirk replied, clinking his glass to hers. They both took a sip of their drinks, with Amy never taking her eyes off of his as she did. This is going to be such fun,“ she said, her voice soft and sultry as she looked into his eyes."I’m going to make you cum, so hard. How many times can you cum in one night, Dirk?” she asked, taking another sip from her drink.“My personal best is three,” he replied, taking another sip from his drink as well. “But then again, we got a late start, so we were kinda pressed for time.”“Think you can beat that personal best tonight?” Amy asked, smiling at him. She ground her pussy against his crotch slowly as she spoke, her smile turning up on one end in a devilish way.“Depends on how motivated I am,” he replied, returning her smile.“Well, let’s see what I can do to motivate you, shall we,” she said, leaning over and putting her drink on the small table next to the couch, pushing her big breasts into his chest as she did so. She kept them there as she sat up, pausing nose to nose with Dirk for just a moment before taking his face in her hands and kissing him. Her lips were warm and soft, and the kiss quickly deepened into something hot and erotic when she slipped her live tongue into his mouth to find his.Dirk was a little surprised at how aggressive Amy was, but he was by no means disappointed. He liked aggressive women, and Amy was quickly showing him just how aggressive she was by grinding her mound heart against his hardening cock. Amy slid her arms around his neck and held him close, pushing her big, firm breasts against his chest as she ground her pussy against him, their tongues dancing and her breath coming quicker now. Dirk put his arms around her in response, pulling her closer to him. The kiss lasted for a good two minutes, and by the time it was over Dirk’s cock was nearly completely hard. Amy looked at him and smiled, her arms still around his neck as she spoke.“Sounds like you’ve got a pretty nice-sized cock down there waiting for me, Dirk?” she said, teasing him.“Why don’t you see for yourself?” he asked, returning her smile.“That’s not a bad idea.” Amy replied. She took her arms from around his neck and slid back along the top of his thighs until she was almost sitting on his knees. She reached down and unfastened his jeans, he never wore a belt, pulling the zipper down and then opening the fly completely. She let out a yelp of surprise, looking up at him with a grin on her face at the discovery that he wasn’t wearing underwear.“You’re going commando,” she said, happily.Dirk smiled and nodded as he replied. “I hardly ever wear underwear, but I made it a point not to wear them tonight because I had a feeling I was gonna get laid tonight, and they’d just be in the way,” he replied, making Amy giggle.“Your feeling was correct, because you most certainly are going to get laid tonight,” she said, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around his shaft, pulling it free from the jeans.“But before that, you’re gonna get your dick sucked by one of the most talented cock suckers you’ve ever met,” she said.“That would be you, I assume?” he replied, playing with her.“Damned right it is,” she said, playing right back at him. “Now let’s get these jeans out of the way so I can get down to business, shall we?” she said, getting up from where she sat. She turned around facing away from him and grabbed one of his feet, lifting it up and then pulling his motorcycle boot off by the heel, tossing it aside.It was obvious that she’d done this before, and she had both of his boots off in seconds. Then she turned around and grabbed his jeans at his hips, looking up at him and giving him a big, devilish grin as she yanked them down over his hips, down his legs, and over his feet. This left him in just his socks, shirt and colors, his hard cock throbbing with excitement. Amy bent down and took his cock in her hand, squeezing it hard and pumping it a couple of times, looking up at him with that devilish grin again.“You’ve got a great prick, Dirk,” she said, “I can’t wait to get my lips wrapped around it.” She bent down and kissed the tip of his cock, then put her lips on the very tip and sucked at it hard. This made Dirk jump, and Amy giggled at his response. Then she released his cock from her grasp and stood up, facing him.“Let’s even thing up a little, shall we?” she said, pulling her shirt out of her jeans first and then pulling it up and over her head, tossing it aside to join Dirk’s boots and jeans on the floor. She turned to face him, showing him the fullest, biggest, firmest, most spectacular pair of mouth-watering tits Dirk had ever seen.Holy shit!“ he said, his eyes fastened on her big tits. They were big and round, very firm with very little sag, capped with average-size areola in the center of which were two pert, erect nipples. If Dirk didn’t know any better he would have sworn she’d had a boob job, but he didn’t see any visible scars. It took High a minute to find his voice again, and all Amy did was stand there with her hands on her hips, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at her.I take it you like what you see?” she said, her blue eyes sparkling.Oh, yeah, I do. Dirk replied, looking up at her and returning her smile. I’ve never seen a pair of tits like that in my entire life, he said, looking back down at her chest.And before you ask, yes, they’re real,“ she said, grinning as she slid her hands up her body to cup the big mounds in her hands.So you’ve been asked that before, huh?” Dirk said, grinning up at her.Only every time a guy sees my boobs for the first time,“ she said, squeezing her tits in her hands and tugging on the nipples. Now, are we gonna talk about my tits all night or are you gonna let me suck your cock and then fuck me?” she asked, still squeezing her tits.We can talk later, Dirk said, spreading his knees apart so she could get between his legs. Without another word Amy dropped to her knees and scooted in between his outspread thighs, moving forward as far as she could go. She reached up and grabbed Dirk’s cock, pointing it straight up and without hesitation dropped her mouth down and swallowed it up, clamping her lips around it and sucking nearly his entire length into her mouth and down her throat.Dirk moaned as she gripped and squeezed his balls in her hand as she ran her thick, wet tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. She began sliding her mouth up and down the length of his cock, massaging and squeezing his balls as she did. Every now and then she would slide her mouth up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth, then she would suck very hard like she was sucking on a soda straw, and Dirk watched in amazement as her cheeks hollowed in with the suction she was applying. He could feel the pre-cum being sucked out of him, and she moaned with delight as she tasted the salty fluid on her tongue. She looked up at him and smiled around the head of his cock in her mouth, her blue eyes sparkling. She released his cock from her mouth with a soft pop and then gripped it in her hand, pumping the glistening, slick shaft as she spoke.I told you I was good,“ she said, grinning up at him. Am I not the best cocksucker you’ve ever met or what?” she asked, obviously very proud of herself and her oral skills. Dirk nodded as he replied.Yes, you most certainly are, he said, watching as she pumped his cock. But why are you talking instead of sucking?“ he asked, one side of his mouth turning up in a smile.Amy smiled back. Yes, sir,” she said, then lowered her mouth down onto his cock again and resumed sucking him off. She was incredibly good, of that there was no doubt, and Dirk just sat back and relaxed, watching a true cock-sucking queen at work. Amy bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, turning her head from side to side every now and then to change the angle of her mouth on his cock, massaging his balls all the while. She was good, Very good, and Dirk knew it wouldn’t be long before he was blowing his load down her throat if she kept this up. Then she surprised him by releasing his cock from her mouth and gripping it with her hand as she slid her tongue down his shaft to his balls. Dirk always shaped his cock and balls so she had a pair of clean, smooth balls to play with.She ran her big tongue over and around his balls, then opened her mouth wide and clamped her soft lips around them. Then, to Dirk’s amazement, she effortlessly sucked both of them in her mouth, rolling them around and sucking on them just hard enough to arouse with causing pain, and making Dirk groan out loud in the process. After several very enjoyable moments of her sucking on his balls, she shifted her attention back to his cock for another few moments before slipping it from her mouth and looking up at him, her hand wrapped around the shaft and pumping it as she spoke.I want you to come in my mouth, because I really want to taste you, but I think I’ll save that for later,“ she said, giving him an impish smile. Right now, I want to feel this big, hard cock inside my wet pussy, so I can ride you until you come inside me. Is that okay, Dirk?” she asked, one side of her mouth turned up in a smile.Absolutely!“ Dirk replied, returning her grin. They both stood up then, with Amy slipping out of her boots and jeans and Dirk taking off his colors, draping them over the back of the couch, before pulling off his shirt.Leave your colors on, Dirk,” she said as she tossed her jeans on the back of the chair that was next to the couch. Taking the shirt off is okay, but put your colors back on, please. I want you to fuck me while you’re wearing them, okay?“ she asked.I can do that, Dirk said, picking the vest up from the back of the couch and putting it back on. Amy was now standing before him totally naked, and he was pleased to see that she was shaven as smooth. And was that a clitoral hood he saw peeking out from between her puffy outer lips? Amy grinned at him as she took him by the hand, turning to lead him across the room, to her bedroom.Now come with me,” she said, tugging him along behind her. He let himself be led across the room and down the hall to her bedroom, watching the firm globes of her ass flexing as she walked. She led him into her bedroom, and Dirk wasn’t at all surprised to see that it was done up entirely in pink-pink walls, pink curtains on the window, pink bedspread, and pink rug. She obviously loved pink, and that was okay with him. She led him over to the side of the bed, then turned him so his back was to the bed. Then, without warning, she put her hands on his chest and pushed hard, shoving him back onto the bed.Whoa!“ Dirk exclaimed as he fell back onto the bed, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen as he fell. Amy was on him in a flash, quickly climbing on top of him and getting into position above him, putting one hand on either side of his head for support. She smiled down at him as she pressed her mound against the hard tube of his cock, rubbing it up and down the length, and Dirk could feel her outer lips opening and his cock getting slippery with her juices. She was already very wet, and was very eager to get his cock inside her.This is gonna be so fucking good,” she whispered, her voice low and husky as she slid her pussy up and down the underside of his shaft.Dirk reached up and grabbed her big breasts in his hands, squeezing them hard and pinching the nipples between his fingers.Amy jerked her hips in response, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as she hissed between clenched teeth as the sensations went ripping through her nipples and through the rest of her body.Oh my god, yes!“ she breathed, looking down at him. The lust was plain in her eyes, and she never took her eyes from Dirk’s as she reached down and pointed his cock up at her pussy. Dirk felt the head slip into her opening and then she pushed down, sliding her pussy down onto his hard shaft.Ah, that feels so fucking good,” she said, pushing down harder and taking his entire length inside her. Amy’s pussy was hot, wet, and very tight, the tightest pussy Dirk had ever felt, and he loved the way it felt wrapped around his cock. It was like having a warm, wet velvet hand wrapped around his shaft, and he jumped when she clamped down hard on his cock with her inner muscles, gripping it even tighter. Amy giggled at his reaction to her squeezing his cock with her pussy.So you like that, huh,“ she said, grinding her hips down onto his cock while squeezing it with her muscles.I’ve had a woman do that to me before, but never that tight. That’s amazing!” Dirk replied, tugging on her nipples as he spoke.I practice my Kegel exercises for 30 minutes every night without fail, whether I have a real cock to practice on or not,“ she said, smiling down at him as she began to slide her pussy up and down on his cock. But it’s always so much better with a real cock.Dirk didn’t get a chance to say anything else as Amy planted her lips on his, pushing her tongue into his mouth to find his own as she began riding him, sliding her pussy up and down the length of his shaft, squeezing and gripping it with her strong inner muscles. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it almost as hard as she had sucked on his cock earlier, and Dirk thought she was going to suck it right out of his mouth. She had him trapped at both ends, and there was nothing Dirk could do but hang on to her big tits as she rode him. Her movements increased in tempo and intensity, and soon she was riding his cock in long, hard, deep strokes.S

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Dirk finds his favorite place on earth.By Original Aramis. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy for him that couldn't be found anywhere else. Whenever life's concerns and distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike needed gas or he needed food, or both.But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind, specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC's charters that was in the neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn't have missed for the world. The charter was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach resort hotel, The Windjammer, was located, so there was no way he wasn't going to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although he knew he'd most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He'd had several invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the privacy of his own hotel suite instead.Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and comfort.It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of The Windjammer, having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot. He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn't give a shit. He was worth more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn't care less about their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room.The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean. He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face, then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the beach, still smiling.This is my favorite place in the whole world!“ he said out loud to himself, his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was packed with tourists, but this didn't bother him. He wasn't there to go out on the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd of people on the beach wasn't important. He stood there for a few moments longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took his leather vest with his club's colors on it off and dropped it on the bed, the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower, standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness and the road grime from today's ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse. He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise of the party.He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn't very full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn't be sure, but Dirk was positive that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were acting, he knew that wasn't it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they were into something really kinky, that is.The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool, ordering a shot of Blanton's straight up when the bartender came over to him.Very good, sir!” the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk's taste in bourbon. A few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good. She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that were full and apparently very soft. They weren't full enough to be called dick sucking lips but they were close damned close.‘Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my dick!’ Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another sip. He didn't see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also didn't see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde's hand as she spoke, her words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into a smile.When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout, firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bust line that sat high on her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and he couldn't help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands. Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip.Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the host club. Besides, the prospects knew they'd get their butts kicked if they let anything happen to the bike of a full patch ..When he got inside, he saw that the party was already in full swing. He walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with at least half a dozen other club members along the way. The club was hosting an open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had fallen. Dirk didn’t plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer. There was a time in his life when he’d be the first one to pass out drunk, but those days were long over. Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober. Weed was his intoxicant of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was beer and hard alcohol.One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse, which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him. Two beers and half of the doobie later, Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the clubhouse. Party parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight’s party was no different.He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room. Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her calves, a tight white V-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage, and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore. She turned heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to several people along the way. As she was talking to one of them, she turned in Dirk’s direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his table. She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a beeline for Dirk’s table. "Mind if I sit down?“ she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes sparkling."Please do,” Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She put her beard down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her.“I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” she said, smiling at him. “My name’s Amy, by the way.”“Nice to meet you, Amy. I’m Dirk. What made you think I’d be here?” he asked, taking a swig from his beer.“Your colors,” she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches on them. “I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a feeling that you were in town for the party,” she replied, still smiling at him.“You seem to know a lot of people here,” he said, taking a drink from his beer. “Are you somebody’s old lady?” he asked. If he was going to make a move on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the wife or girlfriend of a club brother. To move on another man’s woman is a cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that.“No, I’m not, and I’m not a sweet butt either,” she said, sitting back and taking a drink from her beer. A sweet butt was a woman who lived at the clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they wanted it.“I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about 20 minutes from here, so I don’t live at the clubhouse. I’m more of a house mouse, actually, I help the club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize fundraisers and things like that, but I’m not looking for a partner or an old man. I actually helped organize this party, I’ll have you know,” she said, looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did.“From what I can see, you did a good job,” Dirk replied, smiling at her for the first time.“So if you’re not somebody’s old lady or a sweet butt, how did you get involved with the MC to begin with?” he asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a moment before replying, a solemn look on her face, before she looked back up at him and replied.“I was the old lady of the founding sergeant at arms, Papa Bear. He was killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way the club treated me when that happened was just,..” she stopped for a moment, a small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit.“They showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I’d found a home here and would never leave it. So I haven’t. I’m not looking for another old man or another club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that, so they leave me alone. They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that,” she said, her smile returning.“The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really understand,” Dirk said, nodding at her. “Being the MC was one of the best things I ever did, and I love it,” he said, taking a drink from his beer before continuing. So why were you hoping I’d be here tonight, may I ask?“"Because you make me tingle in all the right places,” she replied, looking into his eyes. “When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight, the tingling began immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it. I was so wet I was surprised I didn’t squish when I walked.”Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her face.“You’re very direct, aren’t you, Amy?” Dirk asked, smiling back at her.“Yes, I am,” she replied, nodding her head. Life is too short to waste time fucking around, you know? Unless you’re actually fucking, that is.“ She was absolutely grinning by now."So are you tingling now?” Dirk asked.Let the games begin, he thought to himself.“Absolutely, Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without missing a beat. "And my panties are absolutely soaked,” she picked her beer up and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again. “You know, Dirk, if you play your cards right and I think you will, not only will you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you’ll also find out what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick!”Dirk’s mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face. She laughed at his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his voice when he finally spoke.“How the fuck did you know that?” he said, incredulously. “What are you, psychic or something?” "No, but my friend Sherry is.“ Amy replied, still grinning. "She’s the woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband. Rob is a lieutenant with the local police department, and I’ve known Sherry since high school. She’s always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it.”“Okay, I’m officially freaked out.” Rob said, picking up the joint and taking a hit.Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he passed the joint to her. She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the smoke in for a moment, before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him.“Most people are,” she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink from her beer. “Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told me something that I was thinking. I don’t know how Rob handles it on a daily basis, I really don’t.”She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. A slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again.“So do you want to find out or not, Dirk?” she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes smoldering.“Oh, yeah,” Dirk replied, returning her smile. “That, and a whole lot more, I hope,” he said.“I think you can count on that.” Amy replied, grinning at him.“My hotel?” Dirk said, and Amy shook her head.“Let’s go to my place,” she said. “When I fuck you, I want it to be in my own bed, not in a hotel.”“I’m guessing you live alone?” Dirk asked, just to be sure.“Not even a cat,” she said, giving him a big smile.“Works for me,” Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it.He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under his boot.“Where do you live?”“102, Vincent Lane, about 20 minutes from here,” she replied, draining her own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table. “You gonna let me be your back warmer on the ride over there,” she asked.“Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back.” Dirk replied, giving her a dose of her own medicine.“Amy laughed as she responded. What kind of a back warmer would I be if I didn’t? Hell, I may even give you a reach around, as well,” she said, standing up.Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table. “You’re really something, you know that, Amy?” he asked.“You ain’t seen nothing yet, high side,” she replied, calling him by his road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest. Just wait until I get you home.They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on first. He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the engine. The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area. Amy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back, just as she had promised.She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung to his back.A few minutes later, they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her house and what Dirk

Dirk finds his favorite place on earth.By Original Aramis. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy for him that couldn't be found anywhere else. Whenever life's concerns and distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike needed gas or he needed food, or both.But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind, specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC's charters that was in the neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn't have missed for the world. The charter was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach resort hotel, The Windjammer, was located, so there was no way he wasn't going to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although he knew he'd most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He'd had several invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the privacy of his own hotel suite instead.Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and comfort.It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of The Windjammer, having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot. He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn't give a shit. He was worth more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn't care less about their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room.The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean. He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face, then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the beach, still smiling.This is my favorite place in the whole world!“ he said out loud to himself, his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was packed with tourists, but this didn't bother him. He wasn't there to go out on the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd of people on the beach wasn't important. He stood there for a few moments longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took his leather vest with his club's colors on it off and dropped it on the bed, the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower, standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness and the road grime from today's ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse. He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise of the party.He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn't very full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn't be sure, but Dirk was positive that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were acting, he knew that wasn't it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they were into something really kinky, that is.The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool, ordering a shot of Blanton's straight up when the bartender came over to him.Very good, sir!” the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk's taste in bourbon. A few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good. She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that were full and apparently very soft. They weren't full enough to be called dick sucking lips but they were close damned close.‘Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my dick!’ Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another sip. He didn't see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also didn't see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde's hand as she spoke, her words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into a smile.When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout, firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bust line that sat high on her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and he couldn't help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands. Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip.Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the host club. Besides, the prospects knew they'd get their butts kicked if they let anything happen to the bike of a full patch ..When he got inside, he saw that the party was already in full swing. He walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with at least half a dozen other club members along the way. The club was hosting an open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had fallen. Dirk didn’t plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer. There was a time in his life when he’d be the first one to pass out drunk, but those days were long over. Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober. Weed was his intoxicant of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was beer and hard alcohol.One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse, which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him. Two beers and half of the doobie later, Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the clubhouse. Party parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight’s party was no different.He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room. Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her calves, a tight white V-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage, and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore. She turned heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to several people along the way. As she was talking to one of them, she turned in Dirk’s direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his table. She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a beeline for Dirk’s table. "Mind if I sit down?“ she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes sparkling."Please do,” Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She put her beard down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her.“I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” she said, smiling at him. “My name’s Amy, by the way.”“Nice to meet you, Amy. I’m Dirk. What made you think I’d be here?” he asked, taking a swig from his beer.“Your colors,” she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches on them. “I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a feeling that you were in town for the party,” she replied, still smiling at him.“You seem to know a lot of people here,” he said, taking a drink from his beer. “Are you somebody’s old lady?” he asked. If he was going to make a move on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the wife or girlfriend of a club brother. To move on another man’s woman is a cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that.“No, I’m not, and I’m not a sweet butt either,” she said, sitting back and taking a drink from her beer. A sweet butt was a woman who lived at the clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they wanted it.“I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about 20 minutes from here, so I don’t live at the clubhouse. I’m more of a house mouse, actually, I help the club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize fundraisers and things like that, but I’m not looking for a partner or an old man. I actually helped organize this party, I’ll have you know,” she said, looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did.“From what I can see, you did a good job,” Dirk replied, smiling at her for the first time.“So if you’re not somebody’s old lady or a sweet butt, how did you get involved with the MC to begin with?” he asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a moment before replying, a solemn look on her face, before she looked back up at him and replied.“I was the old lady of the founding sergeant at arms, Papa Bear. He was killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way the club treated me when that happened was just,..” she stopped for a moment, a small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit.“They showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I’d found a home here and would never leave it. So I haven’t. I’m not looking for another old man or another club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that, so they leave me alone. They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that,” she said, her smile returning.“The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really understand,” Dirk said, nodding at her. “Being the MC was one of the best things I ever did, and I love it,” he said, taking a drink from his beer before continuing. So why were you hoping I’d be here tonight, may I ask?“"Because you make me tingle in all the right places,” she replied, looking into his eyes. “When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight, the tingling began immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it. I was so wet I was surprised I didn’t squish when I walked.”Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her face.“You’re very direct, aren’t you, Amy?” Dirk asked, smiling back at her.“Yes, I am,” she replied, nodding her head. Life is too short to waste time fucking around, you know? Unless you’re actually fucking, that is.“ She was absolutely grinning by now."So are you tingling now?” Dirk asked.Let the games begin, he thought to himself.“Absolutely, Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without missing a beat. "And my panties are absolutely soaked,” she picked her beer up and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again. “You know, Dirk, if you play your cards right and I think you will, not only will you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you’ll also find out what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick!”Dirk’s mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face. She laughed at his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his voice when he finally spoke.“How the fuck did you know that?” he said, incredulously. “What are you, psychic or something?” "No, but my friend Sherry is.“ Amy replied, still grinning. "She’s the woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband. Rob is a lieutenant with the local police department, and I’ve known Sherry since high school. She’s always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it.”“Okay, I’m officially freaked out.” Rob said, picking up the joint and taking a hit.Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he passed the joint to her. She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the smoke in for a moment, before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him.“Most people are,” she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink from her beer. “Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told me something that I was thinking. I don’t know how Rob handles it on a daily basis, I really don’t.”She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. A slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again.“So do you want to find out or not, Dirk?” she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes smoldering.“Oh, yeah,” Dirk replied, returning her smile. “That, and a whole lot more, I hope,” he said.“I think you can count on that.” Amy replied, grinning at him.“My hotel?” Dirk said, and Amy shook her head.“Let’s go to my place,” she said. “When I fuck you, I want it to be in my own bed, not in a hotel.”“I’m guessing you live alone?” Dirk asked, just to be sure.“Not even a cat,” she said, giving him a big smile.“Works for me,” Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it.He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under his boot.“Where do you live?”“102, Vincent Lane, about 20 minutes from here,” she replied, draining her own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table. “You gonna let me be your back warmer on the ride over there,” she asked.“Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back.” Dirk replied, giving her a dose of her own medicine.“Amy laughed as she responded. What kind of a back warmer would I be if I didn’t? Hell, I may even give you a reach around, as well,” she said, standing up.Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table. “You’re really something, you know that, Amy?” he asked.“You ain’t seen nothing yet, high side,” she replied, calling him by his road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest. Just wait until I get you home.They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on first. He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the engine. The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area. Amy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back, just as she had promised.She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung to his back.A few minutes later, they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her house and what Dirk

Dirk finds his favorite place on earth.By Original Aramis. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy for him that couldn't be found anywhere else. Whenever life's concerns and distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike needed gas or he needed food, or both.But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind, specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC's charters that was in the neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn't have missed for the world. The charter was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach resort hotel, The Windjammer, was located, so there was no way he wasn't going to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although he knew he'd most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He'd had several invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the privacy of his own hotel suite instead.Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and comfort.It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of The Windjammer, having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot. He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn't give a shit. He was worth more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn't care less about their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room.The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean. He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face, then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the beach, still smiling.This is my favorite place in the whole world!“ he said out loud to himself, his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was packed with tourists, but this didn't bother him. He wasn't there to go out on the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd of people on the beach wasn't important. He stood there for a few moments longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took his leather vest with his club's colors on it off and dropped it on the bed, the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower, standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness and the road grime from today's ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse. He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise of the party.He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn't very full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn't be sure, but Dirk was positive that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were acting, he knew that wasn't it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they were into something really kinky, that is.The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool, ordering a shot of Blanton's straight up when the bartender came over to him.Very good, sir!” the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk's taste in bourbon. A few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good. She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that were full and apparently very soft. They weren't full enough to be called dick sucking lips but they were close damned close.‘Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my dick!’ Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another sip. He didn't see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also didn't see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde's hand as she spoke, her words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into a smile.When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout, firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bust line that sat high on her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and he couldn't help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands. Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip.Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the host club. Besides, the prospects knew they'd get their butts kicked if they let anything happen to the bike of a full patch ..When he got inside, he saw that the party was already in full swing. He walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with at least half a dozen other club members along the way. The club was hosting an open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had fallen. Dirk didn’t plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer. There was a time in his life when he’d be the first one to pass out drunk, but those days were long over. Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober. Weed was his intoxicant of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was beer and hard alcohol.One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse, which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him. Two beers and half of the doobie later, Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the clubhouse. Party parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight’s party was no different.He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room. Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her calves, a tight white V-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage, and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore. She turned heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to several people along the way. As she was talking to one of them, she turned in Dirk’s direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his table. She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a beeline for Dirk’s table. "Mind if I sit down?“ she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes sparkling."Please do,” Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She put her beard down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her.“I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” she said, smiling at him. “My name’s Amy, by the way.”“Nice to meet you, Amy. I’m Dirk. What made you think I’d be here?” he asked, taking a swig from his beer.“Your colors,” she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches on them. “I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a feeling that you were in town for the party,” she replied, still smiling at him.“You seem to know a lot of people here,” he said, taking a drink from his beer. “Are you somebody’s old lady?” he asked. If he was going to make a move on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the wife or girlfriend of a club brother. To move on another man’s woman is a cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that.“No, I’m not, and I’m not a sweet butt either,” she said, sitting back and taking a drink from her beer. A sweet butt was a woman who lived at the clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they wanted it.“I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about 20 minutes from here, so I don’t live at the clubhouse. I’m more of a house mouse, actually, I help the club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize fundraisers and things like that, but I’m not looking for a partner or an old man. I actually helped organize this party, I’ll have you know,” she said, looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did.“From what I can see, you did a good job,” Dirk replied, smiling at her for the first time.“So if you’re not somebody’s old lady or a sweet butt, how did you get involved with the MC to begin with?” he asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a moment before replying, a solemn look on her face, before she looked back up at him and replied.“I was the old lady of the founding sergeant at arms, Papa Bear. He was killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way the club treated me when that happened was just,..” she stopped for a moment, a small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit.“They showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I’d found a home here and would never leave it. So I haven’t. I’m not looking for another old man or another club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that, so they leave me alone. They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that,” she said, her smile returning.“The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really understand,” Dirk said, nodding at her. “Being the MC was one of the best things I ever did, and I love it,” he said, taking a drink from his beer before continuing. So why were you hoping I’d be here tonight, may I ask?“"Because you make me tingle in all the right places,” she replied, looking into his eyes. “When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight, the tingling began immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it. I was so wet I was surprised I didn’t squish when I walked.”Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her face.“You’re very direct, aren’t you, Amy?” Dirk asked, smiling back at her.“Yes, I am,” she replied, nodding her head. Life is too short to waste time fucking around, you know? Unless you’re actually fucking, that is.“ She was absolutely grinning by now."So are you tingling now?” Dirk asked.Let the games begin, he thought to himself.“Absolutely, Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without missing a beat. "And my panties are absolutely soaked,” she picked her beer up and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again. “You know, Dirk, if you play your cards right and I think you will, not only will you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you’ll also find out what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick!”Dirk’s mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face. She laughed at his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his voice when he finally spoke.“How the fuck did you know that?” he said, incredulously. “What are you, psychic or something?” "No, but my friend Sherry is.“ Amy replied, still grinning. "She’s the woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband. Rob is a lieutenant with the local police department, and I’ve known Sherry since high school. She’s always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it.”“Okay, I’m officially freaked out.” Rob said, picking up the joint and taking a hit.Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he passed the joint to her. She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the smoke in for a moment, before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him.“Most people are,” she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink from her beer. “Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told me something that I was thinking. I don’t know how Rob handles it on a daily basis, I really don’t.”She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. A slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again.“So do you want to find out or not, Dirk?” she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes smoldering.“Oh, yeah,” Dirk replied, returning her smile. “That, and a whole lot more, I hope,” he said.“I think you can count on that.” Amy replied, grinning at him.“My hotel?” Dirk said, and Amy shook her head.“Let’s go to my place,” she said. “When I fuck you, I want it to be in my own bed, not in a hotel.”“I’m guessing you live alone?” Dirk asked, just to be sure.“Not even a cat,” she said, giving him a big smile.“Works for me,” Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it.He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under his boot.“Where do you live?”“102, Vincent Lane, about 20 minutes from here,” she replied, draining her own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table. “You gonna let me be your back warmer on the ride over there,” she asked.“Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back.” Dirk replied, giving her a dose of her own medicine.“Amy laughed as she responded. What kind of a back warmer would I be if I didn’t? Hell, I may even give you a reach around, as well,” she said, standing up.Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table. “You’re really something, you know that, Amy?” he asked.“You ain’t seen nothing yet, high side,” she replied, calling him by his road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest. Just wait until I get you home.They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on first. He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the engine. The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area. Amy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back, just as she had promised.She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung to his back.A few minutes later, they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her house and what Dirk

Adventure riding has a strange relationship with risk. We prepare, carry tools, research routes, ride with friends, and do everything we can to stack the odds in our favour on adventure motorcycle rides. But every now and then, something appears that wasn't on the map or in the plan, and it shows up faster than we can process it. In those moments, the problem isn't just the obstacle itself, but what happens next. This story takes place on a remote stretch of Nevada's historic Pony Express Trail, a well-known backcountry route for adventure riders—experienced riders, familiar terrain, and a route travelled for generations. It's the kind of ride where preparation feels like it should be enough, until it isn't, and decisions suddenly matter in ways you don't expect when riding far from help.

Phantom MC Plot Alleged, Biker Death, & Felony Cases — Open Biker TalkToday on Black Dragon Biker TV, we're covering a serious set of stories involving allegations, loss, and major legal developments.Authorities allege that Thomas Moss, 43, identified as a Phantom MC member, conspired with others to murder Tippecanoe County Superior Court Judge Steven Meyer and his wife. According to court documents, prosecutors claim the alleged plot followed a failed attempt to obstruct a domestic abuse trial. We'll break down what is being alleged, what has been charged, and where the case currently stands.We'll also take a moment to acknowledge the passing of Phil Boudreault, an Olympic boxer and outlaw biker, who has died at the age of 50. We'll talk about his background, his accomplishments, and how he is being remembered.Then we turn to Long Island, where a wild biker brawl involving Pagans MC and Hells Angels has led to a sweeping felony case. Prosecutors say multiple incidents and participants are now wrapped into a larger legal action. We'll discuss what's been reported, why cases like this expand quickly, and what it means for those involved.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-dragon-s-lair-motorcycle-chaos--3267493/support.Sponsor the channel by signing up for our channel memberships. You can also support us by signing up for our podcast channel membership for $9.99 per month, where 100% of the membership price goes directly to us at https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-.... Follow us on:Instagram: BlackDragonBikerTV TikTok: BlackDragonBikertv Twitter: jbunchiiFacebook: BlackDragonBikerBuy Black Dragon Merchandise, Mugs, Hats, T-Shirts Books: https://blackdragonsgear.comDonate to our cause:Cashapp: $BikerPrezPayPal: jbunchii Zelle: jbunchii@aol.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/BlackDragonNPSubscribe to our new discord server https://discord.gg/dshaTSTSubscribe to our online news magazine www.bikerliberty.comGet 20% off Gothic biker rings by using my special discount code: blackdragon go to http://gthic.com?aff=147Join my News Letter to get the latest in MC protocol, biker club content, and my best picks for every day carry. https://johns-newsletter-43af29.beehi... Get my Audio Book Prospect's Bible an Audible: https://adbl.co/3OBsfl5Help us get to 30,000 subscribers on www.instagram.com/BlackDragonBikerTV on Instagram. Thank you!We at Black Dragon Biker TV are dedicated to bringing you the latest news, updates, and analysis from the world of bikers and motorcycle clubs. Our content is created for news reporting, commentary, and discussion purposes. Under Section 107 of the Copyright

Gravel riding makes many motorcycle riders uneasy — not because the bike is out of control, but because it doesn't behave the way pavement has trained us to expect. The front wanders, the bars move, braking distances grow, and the instinct is to hold on tight and slow down — usually making things worse. On this episode of Rider Skills, we break gravel riding down into four clear lessons: how to let the bike move without panicking; how throttle, braking, and electronics change traction on loose surfaces; how to read gravel roads and choose lines intentionally; and why braking and cornering with limited traction is not only possible, but fun.

H.A. & Pagans Indicted While Black Outlaws Party — Open Biker TalkGood morning friends. Today on Black Dragon Biker TV, we're covering a wide range of developing stories that highlight just how broad the biker world really is — from indictments and court cases to awareness, accountability, and prevention.We begin in Canada, where Hells Angels clubhouse owners in Surrey are pushing back against allegations of illegal activity. The B.C. government is seeking to seize a property allegedly linked to criminal enterprise, while the owner insists they knew nothing of any wrongdoing. We'll talk about civil forfeiture, burden of proof, and how these cases are increasingly being handled.Next, we head stateside.A violent daytime melee on Sunrise Highway in Suffolk County involving Pagans MC and Hells Angels has left multiple victims with life-threatening injuries. Prosecutors say five men used weapons during the clash, and those men have now been indicted. We'll discuss what's been reported, what charges mean, and how public incidents change the legal landscape.From there, we shift continents.A deadly Chinese manjha (glass-coated kite string) incident caught on camera in Varanasi, India, shows a biker narrowly escaping death when the string catches his neck, leaving a severe shoulder injury. We'll talk about the dangers of manjha, why it continues to be a threat, and what riders worldwide should know.We'll also highlight a positive development:Bikers Against Predators strikes again. An Indiana group's investigation has led to the arrest of a Baxter County man charged with sexual solicitation of minors. We'll discuss how these groups operate, why they're controversial to some, and why they continue to get results.And finally, a reminder that danger isn't always criminal:A navigation app led a biker straight into a 15-foot open well, raising serious questions about over-reliance on GPS and rider awareness.No hype.No sugarcoating.Just real conversation.This is one of those shows where:• Indictments get unpacked• Enforcement tactics get examined• Safety issues get highlighted• And the set talks to the set Call in. Drop comments. Join the discussion.Join Black Dragon, Lavish T. Williams, and Logic as we break it all down. Watch on: Black Dragon Biker TV – /blackdragonbikertv Lavish T. Williams – /@lavishtwilliams Keep It Logical – /keepitlogicalBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-dragon-s-lair-motorcycle-chaos--3267493/support.Sponsor the channel by signing up for our channel memberships. You can also support us by signing up for our podcast channel membership for $9.99 per month, where 100% of the membership price goes directly to us at https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-.... Follow us on:Instagram: BlackDragonBikerTV TikTok: BlackDragonBikertv Twitter: jbunchiiFacebook: BlackDragonBikerBuy Black Dragon Merchandise, Mugs, Hats, T-Shirts Books: https://blackdragonsgear.comDonate to our cause:Cashapp: $BikerPrezPayPal: jbunchii Zelle: jbunchii@aol.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/BlackDragonNPSubscribe to our new discord server https://discord.gg/dshaTSTSubscribe to our online news magazine www.bikerliberty.comGet 20% off Gothic biker rings by using my special discount code: blackdragon go to http://gthic.com?aff=147Join my News Letter to get the latest in MC protocol, biker club content, and my best picks for every day carry. https://johns-newsletter-43af29.beehi... Get my Audio Book Prospect's Bible an Audible: https://adbl.co/3OBsfl5Help us get to 30,000 subscribers on www.instagram.com/BlackDragonBikerTV on Instagram. Thank you!We at Black Dragon Biker TV are dedicated to bringing you the latest news, updates, and analysis from the world of bikers and motorcycle clubs. Our content is created for news reporting, commentary, and discussion purposes. Under Section 107 of the Copyright

Tattooed Biker, from the YouTube channel Tattooed Biker Unexplained joins Steve to talk about all manner of weirdness in North Carolina and beyond. Tattooed Biker's YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@tattooedbikerunexplainedBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/missing-persons-mysteries--5624803/support.

Dr. Sarah Hoiland, Professor of Sociology at Hostos Community College, talks with City College political science student (Hostos student at the time of the recording) Ashley Walker about Righteous Sisterhood: Politics and Power in an All-Women's Motorcycle Club. To learn more, visit IndoorVoicesPodcast.com.

A stranded cyclist with a satellite communicator calls for help after going off-trail. Scott W Lay, Nevada County Superintendent of Schools for the past nine years, has announced that he will not seek reelection this June and has endorsed Nevada City School District Superintendent John Baggett for the position.Terry McAteer stopped by the KVMR studios to talk about the Community Forum, a monthly town hall meeting he helps organize. The next Forum will convene this Friday, January 23, from 10:30 to 11:30 to discuss affordable housing. 

In 2003, Bryan Jones and his wife, Max, joined a guided motorcycle tour through Cambodia, expecting a challenging but well-run adventure motorcycle trip through jungles, villages, and remote roads. What they got instead was something very different — aging bikes, a guide who kept disappearing, and a journey that quickly became unpredictable.

Black Dragon Biker TV Podcast Episode: No Jail Time, Guilty Pleas, & That Question Again — Open Biker TalkWelcome back to Black Dragon Biker TV! Today we're keeping it open and real — no heavy script, just straight talk on three things that are moving in the MC world right now.1. Ryan Lane — No Jail Time After Guilty Plea in Pagans-Linked Case (Fairmont, West Virginia)Ryan Lane — once alleged to be a leader in the Pagans Motorcycle Club — pleaded guilty to an “organized criminal enterprise” charge tied to the 2022 murder of Henry Silver in Marion County. Outcome: No jail time. Probation, fines, and conditions instead.This one's got people talking:How does a murder-connected case end with zero prison?Was the plea deal smart, soft, or something else?What does it say about how prosecutors handle MC-related cases these days?We'll break it down — the facts, the sentence, and why this decision is stirring the pot.2. Massachusetts Meth Ring Guilty Plea — Unknown Bikers MC ConnectionA man has pleaded guilty in federal court for his role in a methamphetamine distribution ring linked to the Unknown Bikers Motorcycle Club in Massachusetts.Details are still emerging, but the case involves:Drug trafficking chargesMC ties used to frame the group as an organized enterpriseTypical federal playbook: RICO-style language, even if not full RICO chargesWe'll look at:How these cases get builtWhy MC affiliation is always highlightedWhat brothers can learn about staying clear of the feds3. That Question Again — Is Black Dragon a Snitch?Yeah… it's back.The rumor mill never sleeps. Someone's always asking, whispering, or posting: "Is Black Dragon a snitch?"Today we address it head-on — again:Where this nonsense keeps coming fromWhy certain corners of biker media love pushing itHow misinformation spreads (and who benefits)Straight facts from the setNo dodging. No games. Just truth.This is one of those shows where:Court outcomes get questionedFederal cases get dissectedNarratives get challengedAnd the set talks to the setIf you've got thoughts on plea deals, sentencing, MC prosecutions, or the endless snitch rumors — call in, drop comments, bring it.Let's get into it. No scripts, no filter — just real biker talk.This is Black Dragon Biker TV. Ride safe, stay sharp, and speak your truth.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-dragon-s-lair-motorcycle-chaos--3267493/support.Sponsor the channel by signing up for our channel memberships. You can also support us by signing up for our podcast channel membership for $9.99 per month, where 100% of the membership price goes directly to us at https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-.... Follow us on:Instagram: BlackDragonBikerTV TikTok: BlackDragonBikertv Twitter: jbunchiiFacebook: BlackDragonBikerBuy Black Dragon Merchandise, Mugs, Hats, T-Shirts Books: https://blackdragonsgear.comDonate to our cause:Cashapp: $BikerPrezPayPal: jbunchii Zelle: jbunchii@aol.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/BlackDragonNPSubscribe to our new discord server https://discord.gg/dshaTSTSubscribe to our online news magazine www.bikerliberty.comGet 20% off Gothic biker rings by using my special discount code: blackdragon go to http://gthic.com?aff=147Join my News Letter to get the latest in MC protocol, biker club content, and my best picks for every day carry. https://johns-newsletter-43af29.beehi... Get my Audio Book Prospect's Bible an Audible: https://adbl.co/3OBsfl5Help us get to 30,000 subscribers on www.instagram.com/BlackDragonBikerTV on Instagram. Thank you!We at Black Dragon Biker TV are dedicated to bringing you the latest news, updates, and analysis from the world of bikers and motorcycle clubs. Our content is created for news reporting, commentary, and discussion purposes. Under Section 107 of the Copyright

Ghost Biker Explorations - The Historic HAUNTED Scott County Jail and Rugby Colony - Steve welcomes special guest Miranda Young from Ghost Biker Explorations and the Historic Scott County Jail Museum: https://www.youtube.com/@ghostbiker6662 and https://www.historicscottcojail.com/ and in hour 2, paranormalist and author Lynn Monet joins Steve to discuss her book series, Omnipresent: https://lynnmonet.com/Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/missing-persons-mysteries--5624803/support.

This is an announcement: The 2026 Law Abiding Biker Patron Only Meet Up and Ride has been scheduled.  We wanted to get the date and general location out so our Patrons can plan ahead. Here are the details: Date: Sunday, July 26, 2026 Time: mid-morning Location: near Henrietta, New York Eligibility: Paid Patron Members Must be signed up as a Patron no later than April 1, 2026 This will be verified Lodging: Up to you Recommended to stay within an hour or two of Henrietta More info to follow. HELP SUPPORT US! JOIN THE BIKER REVOLUTION! #BikerRevolution #LawAbidingBiker #Bikaholics #RyanUrlacher

For over a decade, Law Abiding Biker has been built by riders, for riders. What started as a passion for American V-Twin motorcycles has grown into one of the largest Harley-Davidson and Indian motorcycle media platforms in the world—while staying true to our core mission: bikers helping bikers. As we continue to grow at a rapid pace, we're opening a rare opportunity for the right person to step into our team as an Assistant Store Manager, with a clear path to becoming Store Manager. This isn't a typical retail job—it's a leadership role inside a rider-run, bootstrap company that lives and breathes the motorcycle lifestyle. If you're passionate about motorcycles, love helping fellow riders, and want more than "just a job," keep reading. Assistant Store Manager (Growth Track to Store Manager) Position Overview Company: Law Abiding Biker™ Media & Law Abiding Biker™ Store Location: Yakima, Washington (on-site, daily presence required)f Position Type: Full-time, salaried Growth Path: Promotion to Store Manager after ~12 months based on performance Compensation: Very competitive salary + performance bonuses (increase upon promotion) Who We Are Law Abiding Biker™ Media and the Law Abiding Biker™ Store are built by bikers—for bikers. We are one of the largest American V-Twin Harley-Davidson / Indian motorcycle media brands in the world, with a massive YouTube audience, the #1 listened to motorcycle podcast globally, and a rapidly scaling international e-commerce store shipping motorcycle parts worldwide. We are not a corporate giant. We are a bootstrap company of riders helping riders. We don't just sell parts—we: Test them Install them Ride with them Review them Film them Teach bikers how to install them themselves Customer service, integrity, and real-world riding matter here. The Role: Assistant Store Manager This role is designed for a highly driven, motorcycle-obsessed leader who wants to grow into a full Store Manager position within approximately one year. You will be trained, supported, and trusted—but you must be self-motivated, fast-learning, confident, and comfortable wearing many hats in a fast-scaling business. This is not a slow-paced or retirement role. This is one of the most exciting jobs in the motorcycle industry—for the right person. Core Responsibilities Store & Operations Leadership Assist in overseeing daily store operations Inventory oversight, fulfillment workflows, and shipping operations Maintain organization, efficiency, and accountability across the store Help manage and lead employees (shipping, inventory, support roles) Grow into full responsibility for store operations over time Customer Service & Communication Respond to customer emails and inquiries with professionalism and empathy Assist walk-in customers at the Yakima location Maintain high emotional intelligence—we value our customers deeply Resolve issues calmly, fairly, and efficiently Motorcycle Product Knowledge Learn, understand, and confidently explain motorcycle parts we sell Answer fitment, benefit, and usage questions for Harley-Davidson & Indian motorcycles Leverage personal riding and wrenching experience to help customers Continuously learn new products and systems Media & Brand Participation Appear on camera for YouTube content when needed Participate in live and recorded podcast episodes Speak clearly, confidently, and professionally on video and audio Represent the Law Abiding Biker brand publicly and authentically Software & Systems Daily use of Shopify (POS + online store backend) Comfortable working entirely in the Apple / Mac ecosystem Use and learn various software platforms (inventory, logistics, communication) Embrace AI tools (ChatGPT, workflow AI, etc.) as part of operations Heavy daily computer usage is required Industry & Growth Opportunities Communicate with vendors, distributors, and partners Attend industry events, distributor shows, or brand meetings (occasionally) Possible travel for projects, shoots, or events Participate in scaling systems and improving workflows Required Qualifications (Non-Negotiable) Lives in or near Yakima, Washington (daily on-site presence required) Owns and actively rides an American-made V-Twin motorcycle (Harley-Davidson or Indian) Deep passion for the motorcycle lifestyle and community Strong computer and smartphone skills and comfort in the Apple ecosystem Ability to lift and move heavy boxes and equipment Comfortable on camera and speaking into microphones Willingness to work weekends and some extended hours Highly self-motivated, adaptable, and accountable Strongly Preferred (Huge Advantages) Experience wrenching on your own Harley-Davidson or Indian motorcycle Prior experience with Shopify E-commerce, retail, or operations leadership experience Familiarity with AI tools and modern workflows Experience managing employees or teams Strong written and verbal communication skills Work Environment & Culture Fast-paced, high-energy, growth-oriented Hard work—but a lot of fun Bikers, riders, and real humans—not corporate robots Family-oriented and flexible when life happens Everyone wears multiple hats We fix problems—we don't ignore them If you love motorcycles, people, and building something meaningful, this is one of the best jobs you'll ever have. Compensation & Growth Competitive salaried position Performance-based bonuses Defined path to Store Manager within ~12 months Salary increase upon promotion Long-term growth potential in a rapidly expanding brand How to Apply (Important) We don't do things the traditional way, so here's what you need to do if you're interested.  To apply, you must submit a 5-minute video (no longer—we will not review longer videos). Video Requirements: Create a video in any style you want. Feel free to be creative or not.  Include: Sell yourself to us in the video and why we should hire you over other candidates.  HERE ARE SOME BASIC IDEAS BUT DON'T LIMIT YOURSELF: Who you are & your background Your motorcycle history (what you ride, how you ride, wrenching experience) Why you want to work at Law Abiding Biker What skills you bring to the table Past experience and expertise Why you're the right person for this role

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In December 2019, Lisa and Simon Thomas left their motorcycles and gear in the United States, planning to return after a short trip home to the UK. More than six years later, those bikes are still there — and their lives have gone in a very different direction. This episode lives in the space between what was planned and what actually happened. We talk about building a life around long-term travel, what happens when health intervenes, and the emotional cost of stopping after years on the move. Lisa and Simon share what it's like to lose — and rebuild — identity, confidence, and purpose when the thing that defines you suddenly disappears. And through it all, we explore why motorcycles still matter.

Black Dragon Biker TV Episode: Open Biker Talk — PROC, The Set, & Whatever Comes UpWelcome back to Black Dragon Biker TV! Today we're keeping it chill—no heavy headlines, no scripted deep dive. I'm getting ready to hit the road out of town, so we're just kicking back with some open biker talk.We'll check in on the PROC scene—what's moving, who's showing up, any shifts worth noting. Then we'll touch on what's happening around the set—local vibes, rides, events, or whatever brothers are dealing with day-to-day.And the rest? Whatever comes up. General biker life, culture, current issues—protocol questions, new club dynamics, road stories, or anything on your mind.No scripts. No filters. Just real conversation.If you're watching live—drop comments, call in, bring your topic. This is one of those shows where the chat drives it as much as I do.Let's ride into it. What's on your mind today?This is Black Dragon Biker TV—real talk, open road.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-dragon-s-lair-motorcycle-chaos--3267493/support.Sponsor the channel by signing up for our channel memberships. You can also support us by signing up for our podcast channel membership for $9.99 per month, where 100% of the membership price goes directly to us at https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-.... Follow us on:Instagram: BlackDragonBikerTV TikTok: BlackDragonBikertv Twitter: jbunchiiFacebook: BlackDragonBikerBuy Black Dragon Merchandise, Mugs, Hats, T-Shirts Books: https://blackdragonsgear.comDonate to our cause:Cashapp: $BikerPrezPayPal: jbunchii Zelle: jbunchii@aol.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/BlackDragonNPSubscribe to our new discord server https://discord.gg/dshaTSTSubscribe to our online news magazine www.bikerliberty.comGet 20% off Gothic biker rings by using my special discount code: blackdragon go to http://gthic.com?aff=147Join my News Letter to get the latest in MC protocol, biker club content, and my best picks for every day carry. https://johns-newsletter-43af29.beehi... Get my Audio Book Prospect's Bible an Audible: https://adbl.co/3OBsfl5Help us get to 30,000 subscribers on www.instagram.com/BlackDragonBikerTV on Instagram. Thank you!We at Black Dragon Biker TV are dedicated to bringing you the latest news, updates, and analysis from the world of bikers and motorcycle clubs. Our content is created for news reporting, commentary, and discussion purposes. Under Section 107 of the Copyright

On today’s episode of the podcast, former Hells Angels President (Ventura) George Christie Jr. shares firsthand stories from the biker wars, prison life, and surviving solitary confinement. From shootouts with the Mongols to leaving the club behind, this episode dives deep into the realities of outlaw motorcycle gangs.Subscribe for more.Timecodes (Episode #152):0:00 - Intro10:03 - Mongols vs Hells Angels Shootout15:32 - Hells Angels Origin Story31:42 - George Goes to Prison42:36 - Initiation Into the Hells Angels59:46 - Getting Caught With a Million Vicodin1:15:12 - Uncle Steve Pulls Over a Warlock1:29:05 - Running Into the Mongols During the War1:51:42 - Why George Left the Hells Angels2:19:26 - Surviving Solitary ConfinementFollow George ChristieInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/georgechristiejr/X: https://x.com/georgeFPCFollow The John Rondi ShowTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@johnrondipodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/johnrondipodcast/Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7xuYMlfFAXUfReoHKGHjb6?si=e13220a9830e4463Apple Music: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-john-rondi-show/id1670365515Follow Uncle SteveInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/unclesteve35/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@unclesteved/Follow John RondiInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/johnrondiTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@johnnyrondi#podcast #johnrondi

Dive into The Other Side of Midnight with Lionel, a stream-of-consciousness deep dive where the complex meets the completely absurd. From railing against the "unmasculine" plague of backpack-wearing men to exploring the secret languages of truckers and carnies, Lionel provides a sharp, wacky perspective on the modern human condition. Whether you're interested in the legalities of libel-proof plaintiffs, the paranormal world of sidewalk fortune-tellers, or the high-stakes stress of lottery pranks, this show promises to be as informative as it is unfiltered. Join the conversation for demented callers, cultural subcultures, and the cathartic joy of a perfect sneeze. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of The Consummate Athlete Podcast, Peter and Molly answer listener questions on:  Road rides for mountain bikers - why going steady might boost your MTB performance How to increase your average speed on gravel rides  

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Cody Weber and a small group of experienced motorcycle riders set out on a planned day ride near Green River, Utah, traveling through canyon country, dry riverbeds, and remote desert terrain. The ride appeared well prepared: riders who knew each other, a route that seemed manageable, and time taken beforehand to organize motorcycles, gear, supplies, and navigation.What unfolded next isn't unusual in the world of adventure motorcycling. Terrain gets misread, bikes go down, and riders get injured—especially in remote environments like Utah's canyonlands. What makes this story worth paying attention to is not the crash itself, but what happened afterward.In the minutes and hours following the accident, a series of decisions were made under pressure, shaped by limited information, physical injury, environmental conditions, and the realities of being far from help. Those decisions made sense at the time—but they also raise important questions about risk assessment, group dynamics, emergency response, and decision-making in remote motorcycle travel.This story offers practical lessons for riders who travel off-road and in isolated areas: what to consider after a crash, how judgment can shift under stress, and what might be done differently when plans unravel. It's a reminder that preparation doesn't end when the ride begins—and that the most critical moments often come after everything goes wrong.

In Kevin Staples' mind, there was always a point where the trip would end. He didn't expect to get through. The goal wasn't success — it was simply to go far enough to say he'd tried. To ride up to the wall, touch it, and be told to turn back. So he kept doing exactly that. Showing up. Asking the question. Taking one more step, fully expecting it to be the last. That isn't how it played out. By the time Kevin rode his motorcycle home, the road — and the world around him — looked very different than it had when he left.

Go beyond the headlines with Scott Payne, a former undercover operative whose real-life missions placed him deep inside some of America's most dangerous white supremacist groups and notorious biker gangs. STS' Emmy Award–winning journalist Joel Waldman interviews Payne about the realities of living undercover—earning trust, managing constant risk, and the personal toll of years spent in the shadows. This compelling discussion explores life undercover, the psychology of extremist movements, the ethical lines investigators must navigate, and what it takes to return to normal life after years of deception. Thoughtful, tense, and deeply human, this interview offers rare insight into counter-extremism, investigative journalism, and the true cost of going undercover—from survival and sacrifice to resilience and redemption. Learn more about Scott Payne: Https://www.instagram.com/scottpayneb... Scott Payne's Book here: Https://a.co/d/h72xndGSupport the show & be a part of #STSNation:Donate to STS' Trial Travel: Https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/GJ...VENMO: @STSPodcast or Https://www.venmo.com/stspodcastCheck out STS Merch: Https://www.bonfire.com/store/sts-store/Joel's Book: Https://amzn.to/48GwbLxSupport the show on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/SurvivingTheSurvivorEmail: SurvivingTheSurvivor@gmail.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

This week, we're taking a brief pause before the next regular episode drops after Christmas. For many riders, this time of year isn't about motion or miles—it's about reflection. About looking back at where we've been, the choices we made along the way, and what still lies ahead. The road doesn't always demand constant movement. Sometimes, the most important moments happen when things go quiet—when we take stock, reconnect, and remember why we ride in the first place. Wherever you are, and however you're spending these days, we appreciate you taking the journey with us. Our regular episode comes out tomorrow. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★