Sydian: Dinner

Roan joked…. ‘Will we last til dessert?' ‘Depends on who "dessert" is,' quipped Sydd…. ‘Hmmmm…. At least "three courses" here,' Sable shot back…. ‘Ladies…. All the trouble I went to for this table…at least nibble.' With that Roan directed them to the night's fare. The table setting was exquisite. The plates were oversized, aerated, copper discs, their green patina shellacked and then buffed to a high glaze. The water and wine goblets had the iridescent copper-greenish quality that made the beverages sparkle even more. They pointed Sydd to the buffet…. If the fare could ever be ‘light and sumptuous' this was it. Without going into detail, Sable and Roan had planned a menu that had no possibility of dulling the senses. On the contrary, its intent was energy and stimulation, light and wit….in some circles it might even have been regarded as aphrodisiac….but here, only in regard to its play on the palate and sense of smell, and the notion that the ‘chefs' were committed to other activities that precluded the bland and the heavy….

The two led Sydd to the sideboard…. As she held her plate in both hands, the two of them descended on her from either side. Full mouths, open and tongues darting, they both insinuated themselves. Their tongues wrestled to possess the back of Sydd's throat…. A momentary indiscretion…. They both apologized simultaneously—almost somewhat flustered and embarrassed—‘school-girlish'…. Sydd was amused. ‘Now that's a new way to "clean" a palate'….

***

At the table…. At this table was a tableau of incredible proportions. To any other eye, three astoundingly,incrediblybeautiful women—in the parlance, ‘stunning,' ‘arresting.' The smells of the table were opulent without being heavy….they, however, lay upon a subtle, yet heavy scent of sex—an electric air of anticipation. The three sat at this table; plates and utensils at the ready; chairsincrediblyclose. A knee-grazing, shin and calf-caressing closeness….

They nibbled and chatted….the day; work; traffic; even weather and sports….veiling and unveiling language. The dinner course close to done, Roan was the first…. The small table placed a person to either side of the other—Sydd on Roan's left, Sable to her right…the setting replicated itself. Before talk of dessert, Roan ‘helped' herself…. The move was too subtle…Sydd hardly noticed Sable's flinch, but she felt her knees graze her own as they parted and then slid forward…. Sable was ‘accepting'…. Sydd tried not to raise her brow….then it became clear as Roan brought her hand from beneath the table and smoothed three fingers over her glossed lips and licked, and then sucked…. The hand disappeared once more; reappeared and the three fingers were offered to Sydd….between the two of them, Sable shuddered as Sydian sucked….

Obviously, the temperature was rising. Internally and externally….the room was filled with a new heat and humidity—an anticipated ‘slickness' waited in the wings…. The ‘internal' and ‘external' were all the more obvious to Sydd. The heat inside her codpiece was magnified by the hot hand that now cupped it…. Not to be outdone, Sydd's hands played along the table skirt….deftly, fingers of left and right hands forked and then pincered swollen clits….the move had the intended effects: soundless ‘O's and the beginning of the slickness that had been fore-warned….

Sydd was the first to rise from the table….she offered each of them the ‘offending' digits….they each sucked greedily….she leaned left, then right, deeply kissing each….she then extended each a hand and led them from the table….

Sydian/Who Came at Dinner?/Ch 5 Taking Charge

Hands on wrists, like atableau-vivantfrom a minuet, the three glided from the dining room to the living room. Sydd led them to the oversized sofa. She stopped before it and deftly pivoted on the five-inch stilettos. She held the two them in her gaze as she dropped her hands to her hips and just as deftly drew on the bow-strings of her codpiece. It fell away with the collective sighs of her two suitors; their eyes bright, their lips moist; their pussy lips moister….Sydd then dropped herself into the cushions of the sofa….and stared….

Roan's hand had already slid up her thigh; two fingers had gained entrance while the thumb strummed her clit. Sable shifted from side to side, rocking on her heels, thighs clenched, the rough, diaphanous material captured between them, softly scraping her clit. Her eyes, like Roan's, fixed on Sydd's cock—all that black in black leather jutting up from the white sofa. Her eyes wandered from Sydd's cock to the crop resting in Sydd's thigh boot…they would linger on the braided handle, then dance back to the thicker whip between Sydd's thighs. The flickerings of both sets of beautiful eyes had Sydd's full attention…. Her cock said so….

Sydd spoke. Soft. Low; in her full-throated huskiness…. ‘So….' Her hand falling idly, yet deliberately, to the braid of the crop…. ‘Who's been bad?' Sable started visibly; Roan made to retract her honey-glued fingers from the hot pot. Sydd pre-empted them both: ‘Ilove bad…' she breathed. Fingers playing along the braid, ‘It should never go unrewarded….'

‘And if this morning's antics were any example, you ladies have quite a propensity for misbehavior….'the crop was being gently pumped in the shaft of the boot. ‘Sable has quite clearly indicated her "reward."' Sable stammered, whipped the sharp, blue-black mane across her face with a violent toss of her head: ‘Ihave?' ‘Of course you have, my dear.' The crop making deeper, longer thrusts into the shaft of the boot, Sable's eyes fixed to it….

‘The question is what should Roan receive?' Before Roan could answer Sydd addressed Sable: ‘What do you think, Sable? What should it be?' This time, without any pretense of taking her eyes off the crop fucking Sydd's boot, Sable answer softly, ‘She should be spanked,Mistress….'

‘Hmmmmm…. Before we address the reason why, let's make something crystal clear.' Very softly—drawing their full attention: ‘Never,never, refer to me as "Mistress."' Again their eyes widened. ‘For me, it is a title I neither desire nor find useful. After all, what could bemore dominant,more imperious,more dangerous, and therefore,MORE promising than my own formal name when spoken properly? Think about it…. When you wish toserve, simply address me as "Sydian"—"Syd-jian"….works wonders….Otherwise, "Sydd" does quite well….' The two realized that it was the first time they had heard her name. They had introduced themselves, but she had not, until this moment spoken hers….

‘Now Sable, why?'…. Sable began to speak from the position of supplicant, eyes lowered…. ‘Raise your eyes, woman!' softly, yet sharply…. ‘Look at me when you speak to me…. I want to measure your full beauty when you're in my presence. Part of that beauty is your pride—even when you serve…. This applies to you as well,' she cut to Roan…. ‘Am I clear?' The two nodded in unison, their eyes locked on Sydian…. ‘And yes, you may,' Sydd said with a simple flourish that took in her entire body, ‘with your eyes. Until, I instruct you otherwise.'

‘Now why, Sable?'

‘She has misbehaved Sydian,' Sable answered softly….

‘But you have misbehaved with her, have you not?' There was a new formality here. The play was moving to another space. Roan knew her role quite well: silence for now….

Sable shifted. Again, softly, ‘Yes,Mis—Sydian….' She quickly caught Sydd's eye, and approval…. ‘And what was her most recent infraction; the most severe? For what is she to be "rewarded"? Quickly, but in detail….'

‘This evening, before you arrived, Sydian; as we dressed, shetook me….' The language had fallen into the formal rituality of the role-play….

‘"Took" you? Don't toy, Sable,' again, the interchange was soft yet sharp. ‘Do you mean she fucked you?'

Sable nodded. ‘No non-verbals, Sable. When you are spoken to, you will speak.'

‘Yes,' softly.

‘"Yes' what, Sable?'….

‘Yes, she fucked me, Sydian….'

‘How?....With what?' What was now only too obvious was the heavy, thick sexual air that encased the entire room. Clearly, the evening had begun with a high level of sexual anticipation. Now, that anticipation was manifesting itself. At the level of her crotch, Sable's gown was soaked. Roan, hands at her sides, exposed a slick, heavy sheen coating her inner thighs. It was being supplemented with each word and act as a hot liqueur eased through her pussy lips. And Sydd. Sydd's cock was outrageous. In all this time she had not touched it; it had not been touched. But it reared and strained to every word, implication, and subtle shift among the three of them…physical or otherwise…. From the vantage of Roan and Sable, it had become thicker and longer. It defied the morning's recollections…. And like both their pussies, it too, oozed copiously, rising from Sydd's thighs like the black monument to sex it was….

‘How, and with what?' Sydd repeated.

‘She fucked me with the strap-on….'

‘O…. I see….' Now, it was Sydd's turn to shift in her seat. Her balls seemed to tighten. Her cock strained a bit more…. ‘"The strap-on"…..?

‘And this is something special, Sable? There is more than one "strap-on?"'

Sable brightened. ‘Yes, Sydian. We have more than one. And this one is quite special….'

‘Quite. "Quite special." What makes it so, Sable?'

‘Depending on which of us is to be the aggressor, that one has to insert the strap-on up her pussy first….'

Sydd's expression was quizzical. ‘And that makes it "special?" Sounds like a two-headed dildo to me….'

‘O no, Sydian! It's much more than that! Both ends of the strap-on are angled. When the "doer" inserts her end and straps up, the exposed end stands up like the best cock imaginable….because it has the proper angles the fuck is incredible…. It's…it's almost anatomically correct!' Sable had become animated and very much enthused in her description….

‘So, I take it you enjoyed Roan's fucking?'

‘It was incredible!'

‘Hmmmmm…. I'll have to see this toy and…possibly experience it….'

‘So….it was "incredible"….you thoroughly enjoyed Roan fucking you….and yet, you say she should be rewarded with a spanking for performing so admirably?' Sydd was querulous.

Nodding enthusiastically, Sable gushed, ‘Yes!'

***

The crop slid from the boot. Two sets of eyes followed a slow, soft arc. Without a sound, it came to rest on Roan's inner thigh. It glided a bit then came to rest as the slick became viscous. Sable winced. Roan did not move until with the faintest of pressure Sydd parted her thighs with the crop.

Roan's movement was slight. The crop urged her thighs wider apart, and wider still. The already, too short, too tight dress was well above her hips now….her sex was exposed and open….what was very hot was bathed in the air of a cool spring evening….

The crop was still adhered to her thigh….

Sydian/Who Came at Dinner?/Ch 6 A Drubbing of Sorts

"Thwack!" The report was sharp, loud—comparatively so—and accurate. Has Sydd been described as "deft?" Here was further proof. The wrist flick was imperceptible. The effect was "devastating"…. Roan's cry was short and pitched; followed by long deep moan as her knees buckled and the honey simply cascaded from her cunt-mouth….

"Deft"…. Sydd's stroke had hit the mark exactly…expertly…. The flat of the crop slapped Roan's clit—one, single stroke…. And Roan came all over herself….and the crop….

In tandem, Sable came too; but maintained her composure….

***

Roan was on all fours, facing Sydd. Her eyes bright; her forehead beaded with fine sweat. Sydd drew the crop back; examined it at arm's length. It was sloppy with Roan's cream. Equally deft; equally subtle, the crop arced again, slowly….stopping just millimeters from Sable's perfect lips….

Instinctively…intuitively…without thought…those lips parted and the pink of tongue protruded to sample the delicacy that clung to the crop. ‘Wider,' Sydd whispered. ‘Take it just the way you took the cock earlier….Suck Roan's cum now as you did then…. You did suck it, didn't you?' Her mouth full of crop and cream, Sable nodded vigorously. ‘Then show her that she is worthy'….

Roan gazed at Sydd, slid a sidewise glance at her partner, sucking hard on the crop, attempting to vacuum the essence of her nectar from it. She shuddered again, crossing her knees behind her in an attempt to lock in her orgasm; to intensify it and not let it escape….

Sydd's eyes were bright too as she fucked the crop in and out of Sable's greedy mouth. One last, gentle thrust; a slap on the tongue…the crop arced again. The power was witnessed this time in the snap on Roan's firm ass…. Enough to send her forward; to place her between Sydd's thighs—mouth-level with the head of that big, beautiful black cock….

Another flick…another snap…. Roan was forced into Sydd's crotch…. In a spontaneous reaction, Sydd's cock slapped the cheeks of Roan's beautiful face, then stood there…hard….waiting….

***

Roan nestled Sydd's cock between her cheek and the hollow of her shoulder. Her head inclined to caress it…. She moved to grasp it…. ‘No hands, Boo….,' Sydd breathed as her cock broke free of the shoulder-cheek hold, grazed the tip of Roan's nose, left a trail of pre-cum on her upper lip before coming to rest on her full, bottom lip….

‘Yes….You may," Sydd breathed….Roan parted her lips, let her tongue gloss them searching for the pearls of pre-cum. The bottom of her tongue-stud glancing the top of the head of Sydd's cock. ‘Hmmmmm," Sydd mused, ‘this is new?' A motion to Sable; her lips part and reveal a stud as well…

Roan is impatient. What began as parted lips now became a predator's maw. Wide, open, wet, and glistening; inviting its prey. Sydd might have been caught unawares. The heat was molten as Roan engulfed her cock. For the moment, Sydd decided not to resist. She simply allowed Roan control; allowed her head to bob and circle; to let that serpentine tongue twist round that thick snake of a cock. She simply allowed herself to enjoy Roan's efforts—her immense and energetic efforts….

Roan ‘hoovered' the thick hard slab in her mouth. She tongue-lashed it. And in the lashing she made every effort to take it all—all of that hard, hard column of flesh—11+ inches….The angle was simply wrong, but her efforts prompted the right response: the involuntary. Sydd's hips began to rise and fall as Roan's mouth commanded. She began to pump back into that beautiful mouth in the cadence those lush lips directed….

For the moment….

***

Sydd crooked a finger at Sable who had been shifting from side to side, chafing her clit with the gauze trapped between her thighs. One knee on the sofa, facing Sydd, they opened their mouths, each accepting a hot, eager, forceful tongue…. Sydd's hand found its way between Sable's thighs. Not bothering to part the fabric, three fingers eased the stiff, juice-soaked fabric up between the thick, slick pussy lips and deep into Sable's cunt….there she worked them as the kiss became hotter, harder, more ardent…. The palpable sexual atmosphere of the room now had an equally tactile, equally sensuous soundtrack….. mouths were literally full, but moans slurried pass the sweet fruits blocking their lips—locked in their lips….

Sydd leaned forward slightly, gently placing her hand on the nape of Roan's neck and pulling her lips an inch or two further down the shaft of her thick, beautiful cock…. Roan gagged slightly but was more than accepting…. Sable's eyes had slid to her partner's exertions on that big, pretty piece of meat; she rotated and plunged her hips even deeper on the friction of cloth and fingers…. Sydd sighed….pushed her cock deeper into Roan's greedy mouth….Sable sucked on the air expelled from that sweet mouth….

***

Preliminaries…. Foreplay…. Foreplay's foreplay…. The angle wasn't right…. Sydd knew it; Roan knew it…. Sable had a sense of it…. Abruptly, dramatically, Sydd disengaged, pulled her cock from Roan's mouth. It slapped against full, spit-lacquered lips and slid across a cheek…. Sable made a move for it but Sydd held her fast sucking harder on that tongue and gripping her pussy from the inside out—three-fingers on the inside, thumb pressing the clit….the little finger had made entrance into the butt-hole….the immobilization said, ‘No, no, little Missy….not yet, Bitch….' From the corner of her eye Sydd caught Roan with a glance that forced her to lower a hand she had raised to re-capture her prize….

Sydd's cock was nastily beautiful: full, distended, powerfully hard….coated with Roan's lipstick, then slicked and foamed with spittle….it looked as if she had been fucking—and indeed she had—Roan's mouth….

She gently pushed Sable away….as fingers and cloth were dragged with a slick friction from her cunt she shuddered and jerked and fell back into the cushions….her lips parted with a slightly anguished cry and a whispered ‘Fuck….ohFuck!' as she slowly scissored her legs…. Her eyes were slightly glazed as she fixed her appreciation on Sydd….

Sydd stood, offered Roan her hand as both Roan and Sable stared at that bobbing cock like gluttons…..Sydd led Roan to the chaise end of the sofa. She guided her so that her head hung over the edge. She propped it with pillows to just the right height and angle leaving just enough room at the edge of the sofa to brace her knees….

Now she addressed Roan for the first time after what seemed an eternity…. Softly: ‘So Babi,'—Roan upside-down, lips pursed to receive the thick fruit—‘were you bad, today?' Roan made to gesture, remembered Sydd's orders to Sable, and spoke: ‘Yes, Sydian,' she expelled…. ‘Very bad?' ‘Very bad, Sydian….' ‘How bad, Roan?....' ‘So bad Sydian that she cried for you….' ‘Cried for me?' ‘Yes, Sydian'—more breathy—caught between a sigh and a gasp…. ‘For me? Why on earth for me? The crop was sliding up the shaft of the boot…. Sable caught sight and began to leak furiously….

‘Because I told her too, Sydian….just as she had instructed me, earlier….' ‘Hmmmm….' The glance was sidewise and cat-like in Sable's direction—head canted to one side; an ear would have flicked if it could have…. Sable felt the heat rise along her dark body as the look registered…. ‘So Sable has done her own mischief as well?' ‘O yes, Sydian!' came eagerly if upside-down…. ‘Hmmmm….'as the crop came down between legs splayed wide over the back of the sofa…. ‘Thwack…. Thwack…. Thwack….' Deftly, not maliciously; lightly flicking the clit, parting the puffy lips of Roan's cunt repeatedly with each strike….causing her ass to buck until her orgasms matched the rhythm of the crop's flicking….

Sable came again, at the sight…the real ‘whip' just out of reach…

Sydian/Who Came at Dinner?/Ch 7 The ‘Real' Whip

Roan sobbed….the orgasms came like a flood—floods—over and again. In waves, beaching on her clit then eddying to the well of her pussy…. Sable was all hands in pussy…. Sydd let her be….

She watched the two, allowed them to regain some composure…. This time, Roan was the first to speak. ‘Thank you, Sydian,' she sighed. Sydd nodded. Sable, simply beamed her appreciation….

‘Are you ready to serve me now?'

***

The answer to the question was the wide oval of Roan's upside-down mouth; lips parted and frothy with spittle—so much so that anyone just happening on the scene would have supposed that it was cum that coated those perfect lips—not yet….

The angle was right. Sydd simply leaned forward. The length and girth of her cock parted a paradise and slid, almost completely to bottom of Roan's throat…. Roan gagged slightly , and then almost tauntingly forced her tongue up and out of her mouth and along Sydd's thick shaft. The move was accompanied by a foam of spit and pre-cum….Sable's eyes went wide. Even for her, Roan's efforts were nothing short of amazing….