Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC

by Carmen Faye

  "Oh fuck yes," she breathed in pure relaxed decadence.

  Her ass had been grabbed more times than she could count. Sometimes, it was fondled, which she enjoyed more, but this was a whole new level of arousing goodness. Neil was so good at working her body as well. Sydney wasn't bad either. She was running her small strong hands up the muscles beside her spine, and then working her shoulders for a while. The more Neil worked her ass and the backs of her thighs however, the harder it was to pay attention to what Sydney was doing.

  After twenty more minutes of this luxuriance, her hips began to curl and relax. Not strongly, more like the reflexive reaction it was. She needed to be touched.

  The desire to be touched had been around for some time, but that progressed to an urge. The urge however was now a compulsion. Her ass was lifting into Neil's hands as well, trying to invite him to explore her more intimately.

  Finally she said, "Neil? Please? touch me?"

  His hands began to work the muscles of her inner thighs, and she responded by spreading her legs for him, but he didn't go any further.

  "Please don't tease me Neil. I want it, please. God I need it," she begged with a submissive voice.

  After another ten minutes she was writhing and reaching between her legs to rub herself, but Neil's hand gently took hold of her wrists and pulled her hands away.

  "Don't do that yet Shayla," he said with his low sexy voice that made her nipples so hard they hurt.

  "Why Neil? I've been good. Why are you punishing me?" she pleaded, her voice had more strength, derived from desperation, but remained submissive to him.

  She barely noticed when Sydney's hands left her back, but she noticed instantly when Neil quit massaging her butt. She was about to say something when she felt Sydney straddling her right thigh and then moving up so that she was rubbing her clit and pussy against Shayla's right ass cheek.

  "Oh, oh no," she whimpered.

  "Neil wants me to fuck your ass before he does," Sydney told her.

  "Fuck me then, god!" Shayla cried, trying to move her hips and ass enough so that she could rub her clit against Sydney's thigh between her legs, but couldn't manage it. Then she tried to press her clit into the mattress hard enough to rub it against the sheets, but that was working either and Sydney fucking her ass like this was driving her insane.

  "Please Sydney, rub me, please. I'll do anything," she tried.

  "You'll do anything anyway bitch," she said, her voice holding the tremor of arousal.

  The fucked thing was, she was right. She would do anything for them, including this, obviously.

  Why did they both enjoy doing this to her? What was good about getting her so worked up she was begging and pleading to be fucked? Didn't she fuck them enough anyway? Wasn't she a good wife to them?

  "Fuck my ass Sydney. Come all over my ass!" she whimpered, and started pushing her ass up into Sydney's thrusts. Sydney gasped deeply the first time she did this and then let out guttural moans as she continued to push back against her clit.

  "Your ass is so fucking hard!" Sydney growled through clenched teeth. "Fuck your ass is sweet!"

  "Use me baby! Fuck me!" she responded.

  Sydney laid down across her back and took both of her breasts into her hands and then started fucking her much harder, grinding into her ass and squeezing her nipples as she did. Her hot breath on the back of Shayla's neck was maddening.

  "Fucking bitch, you're going to make me come," she groaned with an agonized voice. "You're so fucking hot!"

  Then Sydney was thrashing in the throes of agony, and screaming her name, and her body filled with an amazing euphoria, which left her panting with the rush of endorphins.

  "God yes," she breathed. "Make me your bitch baby. Fuck me."

  Her pussy was in such a manic state now, she would fuck anything, or anyone. She didn't care anymore. She just needed to be fucked. Her craving was so acute it was close to pain.

  She turned her head back over her shoulder and looked at Neil, "Fuck me Neil! Goddamn it, fuck me!"

  Neil grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up on her knees. She growled with anticipation.

  He must have lubed himself up with the coconut oil, because the head of his cock slipped into her ass with almost no resistance at all.

  "Oh shit! Oh no! Neil!" she squirmed and then his cock was pushing into ass, stretching and filling her with such a sublime ecstasy she cried out and arched her back, and clawed at the sheets. "Neil!"

  As soon as he started fucking her, the ache and tormenting need of her pussy peaked. Then Neil's hand was between her thighs and rubbing her clit.

  At first it was like he electrocuted her. Like he took a high voltage wire and shoved it up her hole. She scrambled to get away from him and discovered just how strong he was, because no matter how she twisted and writhed or pulled, she couldn't get away from him, and he didn't alter his thrusting rhythm at all.

  Then her whole body lit up. Like every nerve and every fiber suddenly had too much life in it, and was going critical — then her body climaxed. She didn't writhe or twist or convulse, because everything happened everywhere at the same time. She was shocked into a frozen state, still as stone, and howling out an animal gut growl so far from human she didn't believe it was her. Even her hair came.

  How long it lasted she had no clue, but it lasted until Neil came in her ass, leaving her gasping in a state of bliss.

  Chapter 16

  Shayla posed against the iron sculpture, adjusting her hips and the tilt of her head under Jeff Collar's direction, a world class photographer. Jeff lived on his yacht in Coconut Grove near his studio, a working studio not open to the public. He wasn't that kind of photographer. Jeff was an artist, the camera was a secondary detail.

  Shayla was quickly learning though that being a model was hard fucking work.

  "Alright," Jeff said, "Now Sydney, you get on your knees in front of her, and hold onto her thigh. Put a lot of love into it, like that thigh was the thigh of your goddess."

  "Well, that's easy," Sydney smirked. "It is."

  "Then show me your rapture," Jeff said and looked through his camera. He quickly took three shots. "Well, I'm sorry I doubted you Sydney. That's a lot of love-light in your eyes."

  "Should have seen them last night," Sydney purred.

  "I think I would have liked to, yes," Jeff said absently, taking two more shots. "Alright, let's try some snuggling, shall we?"

  They had been at this for three hours. After the first hour Jeff said he wanted to change the deal. She originally paid him $20k for a two hour session. But Jeff, seeing something he liked between them, said he would give them back their $20k, if they would work with him until he could capture what was there, and then sell the results.

  "I'll give you all the shots on digital, so you can go through them and we'll print up, in large size, any ten you decide you want for your own house, or wherever," Jeff offered. "I'll also give you five percent of the returns."

  "Wow," Sydney said.

  "Alright," Shayla told him, "but what you can't find that something today? We have to be out of here by one o'clock. We have furniture being delivered."

  "Then, come back tomorrow. Is that alright?"

  "Two head shots," she told him.

  "What?"

  "We have two nieces who want pictures of us for their wall. Sixteen and fourteen. I want two head shots of us together, one for each of them," she explained.

  "Done. So, tomorrow at eight?"

  "That's normally early for us, but yes, we'll be here at eight," she agreed.

  "Don't wear makeup. I'll have two makeup girls here to work with you, and your hair. Just shampoo and brush it out. You both have such radiant hair. Do you dye at all?"

  "No," they said together.

  The furniture was late.

  "I don't know why we bothered to rush over here," Sydney said. "When was the last time we ordered furniture or anything really, and it showed up on time?"

  "Never,
" she agreed and continued to look at the walls. "Ten is a lot. I'll get all ten, but I don't think that we'll be hanging all ten."

  "We can rotate them," Sydney offered.

  "Hey, that's a good idea. I like that," she agreed.

  Sydney came up and rubbed her ass and kissed the back of her neck. She reached back and put her hand around Sydney's neck and purred.

  "Sydney, why do you enjoy doing what you guys did last night? I don't understand. You two have to know that if I'm able, I'll satisfy your needs for you any time. Why is it so attractive to you to see me in such a state? Last night was almost torture. Seriously. The ache was close to being pain."

  "The hotter you are, the sexier you are. I've experienced nothing like you before. You glow with an aphrodisiac light. You move with paralyzing sexuality. And it's all so spontaneous and natural. You know how women walk when they want to roll their hips and make men look at their ass?"

  "Yeah, I do that in fact," she admitted.

  "Well, just about every contrived sexuality I see lately, looks fake and cheap, after seeing you in bed with us. Last night was amazing. Jeff would have loved to have been there. In fact, I'm sure that what he sees in us, is that. That pure sexuality you give us."

  "Are you suggesting that we fuck for him?"

  "No, but maybe if you recalled how you felt before Neil took you in the ass, if you could bring that up in your mind strongly enough, you might give off the same energy. In a class I took that last semester the instructor said that telemarketers are told to smile while they're on the phone, because people can feel them smiling, even if they can't see them. I know he can see it, because he asked me to do that, remember? To hold you like you were my goddess, right? He didn't want the pose, but the energy."

  "I'm not a goddess," she complained.

  "I'm not putting you on a pedestal lover. You're still Shayla, but you're my Shayla, and love-light comes easy for me when I think about you."

  She turned her head and kissed her. "Well, at least you'll have plenty of digitals for your laptop wallpaper."

  Sydney laughed, "That was the first thing I thought about when he said that. I almost did a Snoopy-dance."

  The furniture finally arrived and she directed the pieces to where she wanted them to be. The men grumbled a little bit, but did as she asked. Once she punished them enough for making her wait, she tipped them a hundred and waved good-bye. Now they had furniture, and she felt better.

  "Is the safe coming today?"

  "At four."

  "Same big monster?"

  "Not quite. It's still a monster, but not as big. We have never used all of the space in ours, and we're getting out of the business. This one is a fire safe though."

  "That's a good idea."

  "Thanks."

  "So," Sydney said, running her hand down her thigh and cupping her ass. "Since we have an hour, probably longer, why don't we check out the bed?"

  "I was thinking maybe the bath?" she offered. "I bought a bunch of oils and soaps for us. They're in the trunk of the car."

  "Purr," Sydney said. "Go get them and I'll get the bath started. Do we have towels?"

  "No, but we can sit out on the patio, and let the sun dry us. I've already checked it out. No one can see us out there. And fuck'em if they can."

  "You get sexier every day baby," Sydney told her.

  They had just gotten dressed again when the safe arrived, and then men, using something that looked like a dolly on steroids and a cherry picker, muscled it into their office and set it against the wall. With thick walls standing waist high, with both a combination lock and a bio-lock it felt secure.

  "That, is cool," Sydney said, as she played with the pad. "Shouldn't we have it so Neil can open it too?"

  "Don't see why. None of his stuff will be in there. We'll give him the combination though, just in case something happens to us, he can get at the money, for like, bail or something," she said.

  "Don't even joke about that," Sydney told her.

  "Who's joking? Just because we've been running around with blinders on, doesn't mean the Narcs have been doing the same with us. I'm happy that we have this new place to move to. A place where even the Knights don't know where we are."

  The next morning at eight they were at Jeff's studio, with a few lines of coke in their brains and cups of espresso in their hands.

  "Sure hope the makeup takes a while," Sydney said. "I still need time to wake the fuck up, and maybe we need better coke too."

  "The coke is fine. It's having animal sex until three in morning and then getting up at six-thirty to get here."

  "Our man has a lot of stamina," Sydney agreed.

  "I believe that it was you who was fucking me last my love," Shayla pointed out.

  "Well, I have a lot of stamina too," Sydney pointed her thumb at her chest, "Tom-boy, remember? Lots of aggressive energy."

  The shooting prep girls used mink brushes to whisper makeup on their faces, and barely touched their hair.

  "That's it?" she asked.

  "It's black and white. Contrast comes from developing," the girl told her.

  After they were shooting for a half-hour, Shayla remembered what Sydney suggested and tried to visualize and experience the high-voltage arousal, while trying to keep it off her facial expression at the same time -- letting the moment saturate her brain.

  "Yes! That! Whatever you're doing keep doing that!" Jeff shouted and snapped pictures like he was taking action shots.

  From that point Jeff just put them into different poses, and various states of nudity. He had them kiss, lick each other's breasts, and one shot of her kneeling before Sydney with her face between her legs, and Sydney arched back with her arms stretched out above her.

  After that he took several poses of just her, near several iron and stone sculptures. "That will sell these sculptures in a heartbeat. First show, these will be gone within an hour, and the poor bastards will think it's the sculptures that are capturing their attention," Jeff preened. Then he said, "We're done. I have more than I expected. Thank you, both of you."

  "Thank you," she told him, putting back on her shirt. "From the looks of things we'll have what we came for."

  "Oh, I know you will," Jeff assured her, "and if you don't, we'll go at it again. Which leads me to ask if you two would be interested in a trip to Italy next summer. This shooting will create a whole new show for this year, and I have a hundred ideas I want to try with you, but will need some serious, dedicated time to work them. So, next summer, say July, the whole month?"

  "Wow. Italy?" Sydney asked.

  "Well, we have to be somewhere, it might as well be somewhere interesting, and I'll pay you both twenty-five grand for the shootings. We'll do three days a week, the other four you are on your own, and your hotels will be on me."

  They looked at each other and then Shayla turned to Jeff, "A tentative yes. There's someone else in our lives we'll need to confer with, but I'm thinking he won't have a problem with it."

  "He?" Jeff asked, suddenly interested in everything he could learn.

  "Yeah, and if you are looking for serious maleness, he's got it going on," Sydney told him with a grin.

  "Um, so, you two are with him?" Jeff asked, slightly hesitant, but it was more like he was interested and didn't want to sound that way.

  "Yes," Shayla told him. "For several months now, and it's serious."

  "This will sound rude, but, is he the one you were thinking about during the shooting?"

  "Well," she said, feeling a blush, "More like what he does to me."

  "Perhaps the three of you would like shots together?" he proposed.

  They looked at each other, and she said "That would be fantastic, if we could get him to agree. This whole idea was more or less a present for Sydney. She said she would like to have some artistic photos of me for the wall. So, I called you, because you're the best photographer I know. But I would like photos of him."

  "Me too," Sydney agreed. "So, we're on a missio
n. We'll report back when we have achieved success."

  "Ya'know," Shayla said, "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight. We'll bring in some Thai, and that way you can meet him and see if you feel he would fit in with the ideas I see sparking in your eyes."

  "Make it sushi and you're on. Thai is a little too spicy for me," Jeff admitted. "What time?"

  "Say, seven-ish?"

  "Perfect. Can I bring a guest? Samantha, one of the prep-girls you met."