Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC (38 page)

Sydney's body twisted and scrunched, her rhythm faltered. She grabbed Syd's ass and started fucking her hard, "Yes! Come for your Bitch! Fuck me!"

Sydney screamed and convulsed with madness and fire in her eyes.

"Yes!" she told Syd, with an orgasm rising through her body, "I love being your bitch! Make me your fucking whore!"

Sydney lost it, and her outcry filled the room with the agony of her passion.

Shayla felt her climax, felt it down in her soul, and climaxed with her, experiencing that same wondrous feeling that she was always filled with when Neil climaxed with her. "Oh god yes!" she howled through clenched teeth.

Sydney collapsed on her like Neil did only a short time ago. Her whole weight was on her, and she loved the feeling. Sydney felt totally spent.

She looked to her right and there was Neil, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, his cock hard and quivering.

"Come here Neil, and fuck her," she told him. "Fuck her hard for me."

Neil didn't need any further urging. He got on the bed behind Sydney and pulled her up by the ass. Then his entered her over-excited, and lubricated pussy.

"Oh fucking god Neil! Oh no! Fuck!" Sydney cried.

"Fuck her Neil. Fuck her for making me her whore. Make her squeal like she made me squeal. Fuck her hard Neil!"

"Oh fuck Shayla! Fuck! He's so fucking hard! Oh god!"

"You made him hard! You fucked your bitch and made him hard."

"Shayla! Shayla! Fuck! He's making me come!"

"Come for me! Let you bitch see you come!"

"Fucking mercy!" Sydney screamed and then she was clawing at the bed on each side of her, and bucking in Neil's hands as he gripped her hips and pounded into her.

She met Neil's eyes, "Come in my mouth Neil! I want to taste you. Fucking come in my mouth!"

Neil's eyes rolled and then he was climaxing. He moved toward her, his hand clenched hard around his cock. She sat up and got him into her mouth and sucked and pumped him with her hand as hard as she could. His climax was mind-blowing. The rush of his fulfillment brought her to orgasm like she was rung by a silver hammer. Sydney was panting and gasping on the bed beside her. Neil had his hands gripped into her hair, forcing her down against her hand, gagging her as she swallowed and swallowed. The whole scene was so erotic she swooned and swore she would be submissive to both of them as long as she lived. 

Chapter 14

The week of Neil's ring giving, she and Sydney hired a lawyer to get their last names legally changed to Jackson. Their lawyer, Margaret House, a rather good looking middle aged woman, looked at their engagement rings, and assumed they were lesbians who found their life partner. For the first time, Shayla didn't feel an overwhelming urge to correct that notion. Under the cover of the lawyer's desk, she reached over and took Sydney's hand and gave her a brief, but meaningful squeeze.

Apparently, changing your last name wasn't that big of a deal. Then Margaret was honest enough to tell them they didn't need her for this, they could do it themselves.

"If we mess something up, though," Shayla asked, "that would extend the time of completion, right?"

"Yes, it would. But it's easy," Margaret reasserted.

She looked at Sydney who shrugged. So she said, "I think we want you to guide us through this. We don't want any delays, especially for this. It's important."

Margaret nodded, "I understand, and would be happy to help you."

From there they got fingerprinted by the police. Then brought back their cards to Margaret who told them the FBI check would take two weeks, and she would call as soon as it was done to set up the first court date available.

Four weeks later, the day after she was finally able to give herself completely to Sydney, they were Ms. & Ms. Jackson. She kissed Sydney right there in front of Margaret, who gave them both a warm smile.

"I would be happy to help with anything else the two of you need. I've been with my life-partner now for twelve years. I wish you both the best."

They gave her hugs and kissed her cheeks.

Then they went home to their husband, with wedding bands.

Neil had given them both identical, gorgeous, engagement solitaries. Sydney had the idea that they should purchase two wedding bands each. One to give to each other, and one for Neil, which they would then have tacked together.

At home, with their official papers of belonging to Neil, they came to him and put their rings on his ring finger, and then put on theirs. Neal got misty eyed and melted both of their hearts. Their love making that day reached the level of being tectonic for her.

After fucking Sydney crazy, while she masturbated for them, Neil and Sydney took turns fucking her. For the next two hours, she either had a cock, or a pussy in her mouth, and the other in her pussy. She begged them to use her, swore to them that she was theirs, and claimed to be their bitch, while begging to be fucked like their whore.

The climaxes they blessed her with, were life altering.

At the end, Neil turned her over and took her anally, bringing her to an animal state caused by a full body orgasm that left her stunned and wide-eyed for several minutes after he climaxed in her.

She was kept naked for the rest of the day, between the two of them. She got her G-string on a few times, but only to be taken off her by Neil's big hands. Twice Sydney forced her to kneel and suck her off in the living-room, and then the hallway.

They did let her shower alone.

Wednesday morning, she woke up feeling amazing. She was sure she would be sore after what they did to her with celebration sex. But she felt wonderful — until she got out of bed and felt her abs scream at her. Her legs were weak and unsteady as well.

After a long shower, she came out to hear Neil and Sydney having morning sex. She smiled. Their throats growled, their hands clawed. It was amazing to watch, if a little intimidating.

She dressed in lingerie, and then put on a short, daring business skirt, with a blouse that was black and slit all the way down her front, showing full cleavage all the way to her navel.

She was done with her makeup and fixing her hair when the two of them finished with mutual outcries of pleasure and ecstasy.

She gave them both smiles, and enjoyed the way they were looking at her. Then she left the room to make coffee. None of them were into breakfast, unless there was leftover pizza.

After making coffee, she laid out a few lines of coke on the table and did two herself. Then, after the brewing, she went into their office with a steaming mug and sat down at her desk, and began researching.

A little over an hour later, Sydney came in, wearing blue boxers and a red tank-top. "What'cha you doing?"

"Finding a few apartments to look at today," she answered.

"Today?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, we have a delivery today," Sydney reminded her.

"Yeah, but Brian should be here by noon, at the latest. Right? As soon as we are done, we'll go look at a few places. Alright?"

Sydney shrugged, and said, "Yeah, a'right. You seem in a rush?"

"No, I just want to stay on track. I think we made some good decisions with clear heads, and we should act on those as quickly as possible," she explained.

Sydney kissed her, "You look hot in that outfit."

"Thanks, but I'm way too sore today to be useful to either of you. You 
slapped your bitch up
, and she loved it, but I need a day. Maybe two," she told her.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I wasn't all role-playing. I love being your bitch. I love you. I was so happy when I saw how turned on you got. I nearly cried I was so happy," she told her.

"I don't think of you as my bitch," Sydney told her. "Or my whore. I don't understand why that turns me on so much. And fuck if it didn't turn me on when you told me to fuck you like a whore. I just fucking lost it. But now it makes me feel a little embarrassed, and like I cheapened you somehow."

Shayla stopped her scanning of web sites and said, "Syd, that's not the way of it, and stop that shit right now. You got off on it because you were able to reach a dominate feeling with me. You want me, and you feel strongly toward me. You're like Neil in that regard. Both of you are dominate with me. I said those things to arouse you, and to give you permission to feel that way. To see me as your submissive. To put me in the position of serving you. I did it on purpose. I'm not a victim. I'm a volunteer. Do you understand me?"

Sydney looked her over, "Did you enjoy it though? I mean, did you feel turned on by saying you were my bitch?"

"I'm going to say yes to that, because I don't have the right words. I don't know why that triggered me so fucking deep. But I was altered, and I did get off hard, and absolutely loved it. I don't feel cheapened or demeaned at all. Alright?"

Sydney searched her eyes, "I believe you, and I'm glad you don't. Because, honestly, I look up to you in so many ways. You're like my older sister, even though we're both the same age."

"I know you do. I believe that, and knowing that made being your bitch fun and exciting, rather than humiliating. That part I am clear on."

Sydney took a shower, where she was fucked against the wall by Neil again, and then dressed in black slacks, a thin leather corset, and a black business jacket. The corset with the jacket looked like a vest. The effect when she took off the jacket though, was stimulating.

Sydney finished this off with four inch heels, and a solitaire four carat diamond necklace with sapphire blue stud earrings. Once done with her hair and makeup, she looked like she was on her way to chairperson a stockholder's meeting as their Mistress. Either a laptop or a whip would look perfectly acceptable as an accessory.

She took one look at Sydney, and for the first time ever, 
wanted
 her. She wanted to be her bitch, right now.

"Damn honey," she said to Sydney with sultry eyes, "you look hot! Seriously hot."

"Keep that shit up, I won't give a fuck about your sore abs," Sydney told her.

"Hmm," she purred in her throat. "Getting on my knees and servicing your pussy, wouldn't hurt."

"Remember that when I take you to bed after we're done looking for an apartment," Sydney warned her with a grin.

They got the scales and cocaine purity tests out on the dining table and set up. Brian showed up at eleven, and after setting down the case on the table, went to talk to Neil in the back room. The men were keeping their voices down so they didn't try to listen in, trusting Neil to tell them anything important. After all, if they couldn't trust him, then what was the point of all this?

Again, Anton sent them four kilos, instead of the requested three, with the discounted price of $18k. Again, they accepted the four, since they were now use to peddling out the extra kilo Friday and Saturday nights by hitting parties and clubs where they already established security. Two kilos paid for the four, and then they added $72k to their safe every week, which was adding up fast since they weren't spending it nearly as fast as they were making it any longer.

What shocked them most was how little they actually had to show for the cash hemorrhaging over the last two years. They had some jewelry. They had two paintings and three sculptures from recognized local artists. The Shelby Mustang was bought and paid for, with full coverage paid for three years. Several of their outfits were priced in the thousands, as were some of their shoes, but those weren't assets any longer. They had silverware and plate sets, which again were in the thousands. Cooking-ware fit for any master chef, which they hardly used since they ate out all the time. But again, these, with the TV and stereo, and furniture, weren't assets, or at least not assets that held their value. Next to their income for the last two years, their assets were pitiful, as were their investments.

Parties ate it all. They rented 90' yachts, and presidential suites with several bartenders and house security. They spent tens of thousands a week on dining with clients and sources. They hired call-girl friends to service their parties, at tens-of-thousands a night. They might make thirty-five grand, but they spent sixty making it. Who knew how much their hotel and rental tabs were fattened with bogus charges and hilarious tip amounts — they just paid the tabs and went home. They didn't even bother to keep receipts.

They once spent over two-hundred thousand renting the whole Blue Havana nightclub for a Friday night, with an open bar, a live techno band, ten call-girls, and thirteen bouncers for their one-hundred and thirty-three regular customers. They pushed out three kilos that night, which made back roughly one-third of what they put out.

"There's no sense in beating ourselves over it," she told Sydney. "We did it for the fun, and we 
did
 have a lot of fun."

"You're right. It just feels like we lost total control of ourselves doing it though. I mean, where was the planning? The focus? The things we pride ourselves for?"

"Up our nose."

Sydney laughed.

After Brian left they looked at Neil expectantly.

"Yes?"

"I take it then that there was nothing about your visit we should be concerned about," she ventured.

"No, Brian was just letting me know some of the rumors that are going on about me quitting the route and shacking up with you."

"Oh?" Sydney asked.

But Neil shook his head, "Nothing of value or threat. Brian tells me that most of the rumors begin with a sense of hostility, but quickly change to 'way-to-go's' and high-fives. You're making me something of a folk hero, I guess." Then he added, "Damn Syd, you are fucking hot."

"Told you," Shayla said, giving the change of subject her blessing.

"Thank you, Neil. But we're about to leave to look for an apartment near the college. Would you like to come? I'll give you a blow job in the backseat?"

"No," he told them. "There are few things I find less appealing than looking at apartments. If it has walls, a door, a bathroom and a kitchen, I'm good."