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A New Day, A New You part 13

Date: 6/30/2015, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Blowjob, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Threesome, Violence, Author: P.O.I., Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

here. It’s a nice long stretch of open road and even the law we pass ain’t biting in the late afternoon. “Hey Kit, we got riders,” I hear over the roar of my engine from the boys behind me. I check my rearview and see two of them but I can’t make out colors from here. I back up to my driver, a kid going by David. “You keep on the fucking road and you do not stop till the others tell you,” I yell at him and get a nod that he hears me. I hang back and let my out runners take up flanking our van as I drop back a little to see who is riding up on us. I slow down and the two following us slow down to match me, I slow down a bit more and they copy me again. I’m almost too slow to be on the freeway when both bikes behind me speed up and overtake me when I see one has a length of chain and I have to duck as it whips me in the back. My back is on fire but I put the throttle down and turn hard right getting into an exit lane and breaking away. I’m off the freeway but not stopping at the intersection as I see a few more bikes and a van on my right, I hard bank Beauty left and gun it. I’m not in a good section of town as I don’t see many people around as I’m racing down the streets looking for an on ramp. I don’t know where I am as I stop my bike and check myself. Not bleeding but my back hurts like hell. I look around and see a couple homeless and a few norms walking around and not generally paying attention when I hear engines in the distance behind me. I continue my search for an on ... ramp keeping distance between me and the sound when I spot a biker in Faces of Fear colors sitting on the side of the road next to a van. The truce is still valid which makes us friends or something as I pull up to the man in the vest. He’s shaking lightly as I quiet my engine. “Hey, Fear monger,” I say attempting to get his attention,” Where is the on ramp for the interstate?” “Back the way you came,” he says looking up and me and I recognize him. “Chucklez, I’m being chased by a group. I didn’t see their colors but they could be invading your territory,” I tell Gabriel’s sick as fuck lieutenant. “Nobody invading, fires keep glowing and the fear keeps growing,” he says standing up and stepping to his van’s driver side door. “Well someone was chasing me,” I get the words out and realize what is going on,” Don’t do it Chucklez.” “Man’s gotta do man’s work, but you ain’t a man are ya,” he says coming back around to the front empty handed,” Where is the gun?” I pull my piece from its spot inside my jacket and before I can level it on him Chucklez grabs my arm and moves behind me holding my wrist. One hand on the back of my neck and I’m thrown off my bike and land on the sidewalk. Chucklez is a big man and I know my gun got knocked away when I landed so I go for my back up in my boot. I let him get close and bring the blade of my knife up quick, just not quick enough as he backs up from the swing and lunges under my arm grabbing my wrist on my left hand and with his other hand ...