The Conjugal Visit

Inspired by Katey Segal in Sons of Anarchy, this short piece is total fiction.

The Conjugal Visit

Joining the Stallions MotorCycle Club of Baltimore was an easy process for a woman. Show commitment to one or more of their bikers and any woman could join; no hog needed. She might have to show her dedication with a blow job or two or three, but that would be normal at any other club.

Korry was the enforcer of the MC. Though anyone could start a fight inside the clubhouse, Korry would always be the one to end it.

If he wanted anything from me, all he had to do was ask.

"Cinnamon, would you give me a minute dear?" Korry asked early one afternoon.

I was surprised that he knew my name!

"Anything for you Korry," I responded with enthusiasm as I followed him to a private office.

The Enforcer was a muscular guy, though hairy and a bit thick at the belly, he still had a full head of hair and dozens of tattoos covering his frame. I wondered if I would be able to handle his cock.

"We have an assignment for you Cinn, but I have to make sure that you can handle it." Korry started.

"Anything for you and the club, Korry." I spouted with energy.

Korry looked me over, then proceeded with his explanation.

"We need you to go up to the county jail in Jamestown to do a conjugal visit with one of our boys." He instructed me, while wetting his lips and scanning my body.

Bam! The mission would be sexual and I didn't have the right to refuse or even inquire as to who I'd be fucking.

"Strip, girl." He insisted, as my mind raced.

I quickly started peeling, but I knew that I would have to show Korry more than tits and ass.

As I pulled the bra around to release the girls, Korry stepped forward and grabbed my bouncy tits.

"Very nice." He stated, while cupping, and lightly squeezing.

I shifted my panties to my knees and shimmied them to the ground. Korry continued his investigation.

"Get me ready." He prompted.

I dropped to my knees, swallowed his meat and fondled his lightly haired sack.

"Hmmm," I moaned, as I sucked, rubbed and swallowed.

"Fuck," Korry whispered as he rolled his eyes with pleasure.

I took my time, licking and kissing his modest tool. His belly was slightly in the way, but I could still get his full length into my mouth by turning my face to the side, which added a swirl of my tongue to the job.

As I did my work Korry got more and more excited, until he was holding my face and quickly pounding into my mouth. Soon he was spewing into the back of my throat.

When he released my face I still had to clean him up, licking away all of his goo.

"Bring me back to life, Cinn." The enforcer insisted, keeping his cock in my face.

I complied, of course, knowing that it would just extend my submission, but I had no alternative.

Korry pushed me onto the desk, tits up. He slipped his cock into my wet pussy.

"Damn, Cinnamon, Kirk is going to owe us for this one!"

Now I knew who I would have to fuck; Kirk Fandale.

The Enforcer made short work of me, as he did with everyone. Twenty or thirty strokes later he was wiping his cock in his underwear, while continuing to ogle at my cum covered pussy.

"Jimmy will drive you up to the joint. You need to get there by 6 so you have a chance to get a pass from the guards. If you have any problems, just ask for Shift Supervisor Foster."

I decided to write it down, and it's a good thing that I did.

I saw Jimmy getting the club's pickup ready.

"Hey Hun, I would love to ride on the back of your hog," I called out to him.

As Jimmy turned back to answer, Pitbull called out from the bar.

"He can't get a blowjob off of you on a bike, Cinnamon."

The rest of the patrons laughed as my face turned red. Of course the women laughed the loudest, even though they would take it up the ass in front of everyone, if Pitbull asked for it. He was the second in command, after all.

Ten minutes later, as we accessed the freeway, Jimmy shifted his jacket from his lap, and unbuckled his seatbelt. I flicked off my safety belt and shifted my knees to the area around the gear shifter. The seat was in the back position so there was just enough room to pull the zipper down.

"Grab the wheel for a sec, Cin."

Without another warning Jimmy took both hands off the steering wheel, grabbed his own pants and slammed them past his knees. I grabbed for the wheel but he was back in control before I could take over.

"There's condoms in the ashtray, Sweetcheeks, if you think I need one," Jimmy offered.

I decided to forgo the protection.

Jimmy took about as long as you would expect, for a 22 year old, near virgin. I have worked as a stripper so my experience and my new tongue tag helped me to make him cum in less than 5 minutes.

"Do you need help getting your pants up, Corry?"

"Naw," he murmured, still dazed from his climax.

"It's a 3 hour drive, and I rebound pretty quick," Corry responded as he turned his face down to mine. "I may cum quickly, but I come back fast too."

He laughed over his own witt.

I got to repeat the process twice more before the Jamestown turnoff. He was moaning with the ache that the third time caused him.

I left Jimmy in the pickup and walked with two other women to a side entrance of the high security prison. I followed the experienced ladies to a window, similar to one at my doctor's office.

"Inmate name or number. Relationship and documentation."

The officer asked from the other side of the slightly open window.

They gave their info to the clerk, with the competence only achieved with experience. Then it was my turn, and I did not have good answers.

Then I remembered my note and I wrapped my fingers around the paper in my pocket.

"Kirk Fandale, umm, friend, No! gggirlfriend," I stuttered.

I knew that it would not be enough. The two other broads laughed out loud.

"You need to be in a registered relationship with Inmate Fandale," the voice announced.

"Can I talk to Shift Supervisor Foster?"

I was directed to an office.

Frank Foster was over 40 and north of 280 pounds.

He locked the door as he escorted me inside. I started to plan how to keep this to oral. I didn't want this fat bastard all over me.

"We don't have a record of you, Miss Taylor, if that is your name? No documents? We have a problem here, Cinnamon. You don't mind if I use your first name?"

"You can call me Cinn, Mister Foster, sir," I responded with a shaky voice.

"With no documentation nor any advance notice, I'm afraid that I will have to give you a thorough physical examination, little lady, especially for disease and deformity," the dirty old bastard announcedm as he stood to come around the desk.

"Remove all of your clothes and pile them on the chair, please,"

I resigned myself to my fate and disrobed for the letcher.

"Please lean forward and place your palms on my desk, then spread your feet apart, dear," Foster instructed me, but he used his hands to help me into the correct pose.

I felt his fingers playing with my bumhole so I naturally tensed up.

"Not into anal, Miss Taylor?" He growled just before he plunged his tongue into my ass.

He pressed into me like a wet potato wedge. It was unusual, and not unpleasant.

Of course he was only providing lubrication. He spit on the head of his cock and used both hands to press his bulbous tool into my back door. He pushed to full depth, then he pulled back, but only about 2 inches, then the thrusts came hard and deep.

"I hope that you're not in a hurry, Miss Taylor," Frank informed me.

"We always want our conjugal ladies to feel unhurried."

He fumbled on his desktop until he found what he was looking for, then he pulled back with a spray bottle. With a pull of the handle, he sprayed a light lubricant on his cock, which made the ass fucking a lot easier.

His hands snaked their way to my tits.

"You remind me of my wife, but twenty years ago." The shift supervisor stated as he thrust. "Frank is going to have to wait."

After he came I had to use my mouth to prep him for my pussy. Of course he said 'cunt', not pussy. The main event took another 25 minutes, but he then rushed me over to the conjugal suites, before the 7 o'clock startup.

The other two ladies that arrived at the same time as I did, were already in their rooms. Every fucking room had cameras, so the guards were happy to let their entertainment start early.

The guard looked at me like a piece of meat, as he opened the door to my workplace. His hand guided my ass through the door.

"I hope you enjoy yourself, Frankie."

He closed the door behind me.

"Wow," Frank remarked with enthusiasm, rising from a chair next to a desk.

The room looked like a standard hotel room with a few differences; No television; No door on the bathroom; 360 degree camera mounts in multiple locations.

"You must be a newb," Korry accurately sized me up. "I would remember a piece of ass like you."

"Yeah, I have only been with the Stallion's for about 5 months, Frank. Korry asked me to show you a good time, and I am happy to do it."

"Well, we only have until 10, so maybe you can talk while you get naked?" He pulled his loose orange shirt over his head to expose a rippled abdomen and a hairless chest.

He looked a lot more fuckable than Frank.

Again I stripped, but this time I got to watch a fit man undress in front of me.

He was down to his ugly, but clean white boxers before I could get my bra off.

"Wow," again Korry smiled and licked his lips with obvious delight. I am going to have a sore tongue tomorrow."

I was feeling good about myself, until I remembered the cameras in the ceiling.

"Do they do spot checks on the cameras, like they do with wire taps? They don't watch us doing it? Do they?"

"I don't know, babe, but I do know that it's been over a year, so I had better have my dick in a hole within the next 30 seconds or there will be consequences.

I hurriedly removed the last of my things, but then hesitated to get on the bed.

"Perhaps I should shower, Frank. I'm afraid that I had to please a Supervisor before they would let me in, and he was a slob."

"No time for that now, girl. Frank is a longtime prison screw so he probably fucked you from behind. I want to look you in the eyes when you cum.

I should not have been surprised that inmates only want the pussy. They are quite used to anal and oral. The only time he wanted my mouth was between fucks, but even then, he would lick my pussy while I brought his meat back to life. He didn't seem to mind the taste of his own cum!

Three hours later I was walking very tenderly back to the visitors lot. The other two were equally spent and quiet during our march of shame. Thankfully, Jimmy was waiting, and this time he had his hog.

"I brought you your leather, Cinnamon," he called out as I neared.

"No oral, Jimmy?" I smiled, realizing that I was a bit disappointed.

He smiled and I realized that this kid was not twisted like many men are. Perhaps he has potential.

"I thought we could take an extra day or two on the way home."

I noticed that he didn't smell like oil or pot or ass. He smelled like a man. His hair was short and in control. His clothes were not new by any stretch, but they were clean and well fitting.

"I'm going to start calling you Jim until I come up with a good biker name that fits you."

"I like Snake," he responded with a grin.

"Easy Rider? Nope. Cool Hand James?"

King James! Yes, I had a good one there. He's not really biblical but he is steady, trustworthy and by all accounts, gentle.

We took a cabin in the Catskill Mountains and the two days turned into five. We fucked and I sucked, while teaching my friend the art of eating pussy. He's learning what I like, and he's only a man, so I know exactly what he wants.

When we finally got back to Baltimore we were greeted as strangers.

"You two can wet your whistle, but then you gotta go up before the Executive Committee," Korry informed us. "Don't worry, we got an excellent report from Frank."

Lucky Pog, the treasurer, had an envelope for me.

"Standard for a single visit is $500 but we slipped you an extra Benjamin for the Supervisor that you had to blow."

I thought the extra anal he forced on me should have paid better, but I kept it to myself.

A few hours later, when the entire club was afire with music and laughter, the five top guys had a closed door meeting. Mad Dog had a new bitch on his bike and word had it that he had traded Krystal for a younger twat.

Cooper was last, of course. Leaders make their own schedules. I'd never seen Cooper with the same woman, unless he was keeping two or three, which he often did.

We got our throats wet and we hit the bong like we were starving for some weed. Travelling with pot is a sure way for a Biker to get snagged by Pigs.

Finally, Korry's old lady, Shell, came and got us.

The Recording Secretary for the club was a paralegal named Carl, but his MC name was Mouth.

"We got a sterling report from our Brother, Frank at the Jamestown Correctional. He says, and I quote, "I'll be thinking of Cinnamon, while I count the days to her next visit."

There was a murmur as everyone checked me over.

Mouth continued, "We collected $12,200 over the last month from the whore houses and a dozen independent hookers for whom we provide protection. Our public bar events are lowering our liquor costs while our grow houses produced 18 pounds of weed and 48 ounces of good hash and hash oil.

"Smokem if you got 'em," Lucky announced as he lit up himself.

"New business," Cooper announced, and everyone shut up and paid attention to the Pres.

"As you all know, we have 4 guys in Martindale State Pen. They are struggling against the Skinheads, who disavowed our club when we allowed blacks to join." Cooper showed his leadership qualities by getting the attention of every one of his executive team.

"Which brings us to our newest, full member, Jim Casper."

Everyone looked over at my Jimmy, while I gasped inside as I realized that Jimmy's last name provided his nickname.

"Casper the Ghost," I whispered to fill the silence.

"Oh, I like that," Shelly gushed from the back where she was hiding.

"Okay, Casper the Ghost. You take Cinnamon and 4 or five good looking ones up to Perry's Landing. We rented an old farmhouse for you. Our guys will get us the names of some of the Blacks in the prison, and our girls will make appointments as girlfriends, and show them the time of their lives!

My reward, for a job well done, would be another trip to the big house, where I would have to suck and fuck strangers. I remembered the anal that I was forced to endure. The guards could be the worst.

"The last piece of good news involves the official acceptance of you two as full members of the Stallion's." Cooper declared.

I turned to my new stud as he turned to me with obvious delight.

We were dismissed from the meeting, but when we returned to the main room of the clubhouse, there was an odd contraption on the dance floor.

Pitbull stepped out of the meeting with us to give his crew instructions.

"Cinnamon. Get undressed for the ceremony. The rest of you, help to get her setup in the fuck chair."

I quickly learned that a biker bitch is welcomed into the club with a splash!

Shelly helped to strip me, while she whispered encouragement.

"Don't worry, there will always be one of us ladies watching you. We help with a towel or a sip of water, or to clean up any messes. Anal can be quite nasty when you're not ready for it."

It started with Cooper, but he wasn't even done creaming me, when Mad Dog pushed himself into my mouth. For the next two hours I was fucked at both ends, all holes. Even the bitches took a ride now and then, as their men cheered. Shelly was true to her word, keeping me shit free and hydrated.

I watched while Jimmy got fucked too. Old lady after old lady was sent over to give him a suck right there in front of everyone. They did not push him hard though, at least not as hard as me.

I was let out after some set time had elapsed and Korry did the job of walking me over to the Ghost, as they had named him. I guess that Jim was not required to fuck me in front of others, to make his claim.

That delightful event came later.