Sydian Ch. 01-08

She stepped from the car. Clicked the remote, maneuvered him between herself and the hot hood, pressed herself between his thighs and his ass to the hood, and put her tongue as far down this throat as possible. She held it and him there for the longest time. Then she spoke, 'I want you, Boy. Cum on...'

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Up in the glass elevator—it wasn't quite the penthouse, but it was high enough—she fondled him on every flight between the garage and her condo door—milking that big snake for all it was worth. By the time they reached her door, his left pant leg was soaked and discolored. Absently, he had mused during their ascent on how many people in the atrium witnessed their antics. She was literally all over him on the ride up, and her hem was well above her thighs. When the door opened, she turned, fully exposed.

She let him in. It was sumptuous and sparse—all in the same space—just like her. The view—like her—was also panoramic. Her back was against the door. 'So who's first?' she asked, stroking ten inches of the prettiest cock he'd ever seen...

Sydian/Chapter 5/ So Who's First?

'So who's first?...' Though, for some reason he was still at a lost for words, his actions spoke for him. The black flecked, taupe, tweed silk and linen jacket was gone. There was a practiced precision as he undid the taupe linen pants—belt, zipper and all, and gracefully stepped from them as they hit the floor. The taupe silk t rippled over his ripples—nice, nice definition; muscled, but not a 'muscle-boy.' His big, pretty black cock bobbed up and down as the shirt jerked from his head. Pre-cum seeped from the slit and pooled at his feet...

'Shiiiiiiiiiit...,' she hissed softly through her teeth. 'Unh, unh, unh. You are exactly what Mami needs and wants...Damn! I could get used to a man like you and meat like that...'

Of course, she was literally 'telegraphing,' herself. Her pretty pole was straight out; glazed with pre-cum and she worked it to produce more. He eyed her hungrily, weighed her words and stepped slowly towards her like a big cat, all that thonged, swollen cock swaying with each stride. She sucked in her breath; almost winced as he came upon her, turning her head as the heat of his body met hers. He was in heat. He was heat. She sighed loudly—almost a moan—almost melted, but that cock stayed hard...

Here, he was the predator; the tables were turned. One hand seized her throat—gently—while his tongue forced itself inside her mouth. Her knees went weak. The other hand cupped her balls, hoisted, and then slid up the shaft and began to work her with even more intensity than the episode in the car. His hot, slick cock against hers—both now in his fist...she thought she would pass out...

His hot, slick cock-flesh sliding along side hers in that oiled vice-grip. His tongue doing all kinds of wonderful, nasty things to her mouth—fucking it...She moaning, not like the Queen Bitch she was, but like some silly little bitch hardly able to control her first cum...wanting to give up her cream as quickly as possible in his hot grip.

Who was this man...who the fuck was he? He hadn't even let her undress...he was working her through that cobalt knit—'turnabout'—she had fucked up his pants, now he was leaving her 'Lewinski-ed...' Her cock was up against her flat belly, outside the dress, oozing nectar, seeping into the knit, coating the underside, and sliding across the planes that led to her navel...She moaned, she thought, like an inexperienced little slut receiving her first pleasure...It embarrassed her...

Deftly, he flipped her so that she faced the door; snapped her arms so that she was extended from it, and then gently—always gently, but always with a force that demanded response—the proper response—he kicked the stilettoed legs open...wide, real wide. Forced to bend slightly at the waist, her head hung momentarily between her shoulders, taking in her heaving breasts, their thick nipples trying to puncture the fabric, and her own nakedness below the waist, hard and desiring. He had forced her to assume 'the position.'

'The position' had also forced her dress higher; far up over her hips, it gathered at her waist. Cool air from the balcony rushed her naked ass, thighs, cock and balls. The pre-cum congealed, formed a slight, sugary glaze, and then she began to leak all over again. He leaned towards her, bracing his arms on either side of hers. The head of his cock, slick and still oozing ('did it ever stop?' she wondered), caught the top of the crack of her ass, slid down and grazed her asshole—making her wince again—and thrust up between her balls making her own cock rise...giving it a saddle of sorts...

Then, for the first time, he initiated conversation...it began almost as any school-girl might wish. His voice was soft, deep; the rumble of that big cat purring in his chest. His head rested between the shoulder blades that her dress left only too naked; his short beard tickling and scratching, totally arousing her. The cocks bobbed; hers jerked and leaked when he spoke.

'You are incredibly beautiful,' he began, as his lips nuzzled and her breath came shorter and shorter. 'Incredibly beautiful...' He nipped her blades and then locked his teeth in the space between her shoulder and neck. This time her pleasure was heard cross the room and out the open balcony doors...it wafted down the stories certainly heard a floor or two below, and then was lost...

His hands slid down from the wall to cup her breasts. Then he went to work on her nipples. The sensation forced her to back up onto him. His cock—somewhat larger than her ten inches—was now head to head with hers as she felt the braided thong against her ass and the base of her balls. The pleasure forced 'Unghhhhhh...' From her mouth as he began to handle her nipples in exactly the way she had intended: roughly.

He pulled and twisted and she and they responded. She pushed back and ground her ass and hips against his braided pelvis. They—her nipples—became longer and thicker, leaking too, they taunted his manipulations...

The right hand disengaged, slid down the outside of her body, caressed her outer quarter before it grazed her ass and found her inner thigh. Reaching between her thighs from behind, he seized the prize and pulled it back toward him. She almost came then and there.

His lips trailed from the space between shoulder and neck down her back to the base of her spine. He seized her there, momentarily. Clamping and sucking had the desired effect: her cock lengthened and thickened in his grasp; his palm was awash in pre-cum. Her response was to fuck his fist.

His lips moved from there to her asshole. At first contact she stiffened. Almost virginal, she tried to deny his tongue access...then the slut took over...He forced entry—what she desired most—thrust his tongue deep and began to tongue-fuck her ass. Her only choice was to fuck back. Her rosebud clamped his tongue while her cock worked his hand in unison...

'Ooooooooo! O God! O God!' Sydd wailed...her crystal walls vibrated in concert his tongue's assault on the hot, wet walls of her asshole. 'Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Please, Babi! Please...Pul-leeeze stop...You're gonna make me cum...'

He only stopped long enough to growl lowly, 'Give me what I want, Bitch...'

Too many Star Trek movies...Resistance was futile...she moved to make it so...She gapped her legs even wider...braced herself against the wall for her own eruption. She whimpered as she felt it boil and rise from her balls and race up the shaft. Just as it hit the head, he covered it—with his mouth, taking her deep in his throat. Surprised—shocked, electrically—she howled, lunged even deeper. Spewing and spilling her hot cock cream into his hungry mouth, two of his strong fingers working the hole his tongue had just vacated...His pretty prey twisting and thrusting on them...babbling epithets of pleasure incoherently...

'Who's first?'...Indeed...

Sydian/Chapter 6/ He Rose

He rose, turned her to him, her cock leaking cum copiously against her thigh and his. His mouth full and open, he clamped her thick, lush lips and shared her sweet seed with her. Always a greedy slut, Sydd took all that she could, her tongue working feverishly in his mouth, her lips sucking his tongue as both her hands closed on his cock. Two hands were simply not enough...

He looked at her; held the gaze. His eyes and his cock said he was not finished yet...nowhere near it. She knew it. She needed it. Her ass had begun its proverbial twitch...it was fevered. She held out her hand. He accepted it, steadied her; then she led him to her bedroom—all white with a bed that defied measurement.

She hoisted the turtleneck of her dress over her crop of winter wheat. She was caught in the mirrors that enfolded three walls of the room and opened on the ceiling to floor glass wall and another entrance to the balcony... The ocean and beach were caught in one-third of the huge window's frame; the other two-thirds faced two equally chic and windowed condos. She glanced at him as her tits and their thick nipples sprang into the mirrored vista, still tingling from his manipulations... 'Sometimes I like giving a show...They're most appreciative...' She smirked. 'Hope you don't mind...' He caught her vision, smiled. 'Besides, its clear to me, that you're quite a show-off yourself...I bet I could get you to do me almost anywhere...'

'The operative word is "almost,"' he said softly.

The dress slid from her breasts down her thighs, got caught on her cock and finally made its way to the floor. 'You're not done, are you?' A question underlying a plea. He smiled, shook his head 'No.' 'With you, I wish I had the stamina of ten men.' She laughed. 'With what you have, Babi, I'd say five men are already here.' Then hotly, her cock giving a slight twitch, 'How you want me, Daddi?'

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She reached down to unlace the stilettos that wound their way up her calves. 'Don't,' he said. 'With me, always wear them...' 'Mmmmmmm,' she thought, 'this big black fucker is too hot...' Then she caught herself again, stifled the giggle. ' "Big." He was shorter than she was in heels...150 lbs at best, but tight, o so tight... "Big," yesssssssss. Exactly where she needed him to be.'

Backing to the bed, she asked again, 'How you want me, Daddi?' 'Nasty,' he answered. 'O, I could love this big-dicked muthafucka,' she thought. She stared straight into his eyes, turned on him and clambered onto the bed on all fours, her ass arched high and puckered; her cock and balls swaying an invitation. She glanced over her shoulder at him. 'Cum get it, Daddi. Make it yours...'

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Before he could get to the bed, she reached to the nite-stand and pulled out a tube of lipstick. As he approached, she creamed her lips; a deep, thick, bright, violent red. 'You need to fuck these first, Papi...' she said. 'I need to get you too hard. Want you to be able to spear my hot asshole. Don't care if you cum soon as you touch me...I've got the mouth of a goddess, Babi. I'll bring you back to life...Feed me, Daddi. Feed Mami. Feed your sweet bitch...'

Sydian/Chapter 7/They Were Plush

They were plush; plush and hot, and full of promise. She licked them as if her tongue could give more gloss, and smoothness—more flavor—to her slick, red lips. Slick red against the polished black luster of her face. Not a word passed between them as she ovalled her lips and tightened them, making him force his way to pleasure. He wasted no time. Rhythmically he rode her mouth; but she controlled all that cock, sucking and whipping her tongue around it; feeling him swell to proportions that she wondered if even she could take...

He was big—big—huge...Damn! Here was a cock that frightened even her...Damn, she needed this piece...she pulled back from his mouth-fucking, clamped the base of his cock with thumb and forefinger, and smiled as she wiped a rope of spit and precum from her chin and worked it into the head of his cock. Still holding onto him, she turned and presented her ass. With her other hand, leaning forward with a shoulder on the bed, she spread the cheeks of her ass and revealed the perfect bud of her asshole...By the look on his face, she knew he could hardly believe it: it was perfect—she had had the asshole of a virgin—damn, she had worked hard at it! She had mastered the exercises that kept her asshole tight and even attractive, if that were at all possible... 'So fuckin' vain...,' she laughed o herself...

The ass, itself, was beautiful enough, and she shifted just so slightly to put him on task again...Her move was to have the desired effect: she wanted the first thrust, at least, to be painful—to burn her; to sear her asshole and love tunnel. She wanted him to then hump her hard—bone-jarring pelvic shots—for as long as possible. She knew, no matter how perfect his body; no matter the extent of his stamina, he couldn't bang her forever...So she had to calculate the first shots of this fuck...Save the 'love-making' for later—if there was to be any—she wanted a hard, nasty ass-fucking now! She wanted to remember him. How else?

His cock rested against the tight outside ring of her ass for only a second or so...Then, in what seemed to be slow motion, he rose on his toes, splayed the cheeks of her ass wide with both strong hands, arched his back away from her, and slammed home...The pain was incredible...just what she needed—what she hoped for. With her asshole on fire she screamed. Her decibels filled the room, shook the floor-to-ceiling panes...

'Oooooooooooo,' she wailed, YOU'RE HURTING ME! YOU'RE HURTING MEEEeeeeeeee...' 'Stop! Stop! O please, STOPPPPP!' It was only his first thrust. He had hit bottom with a bang. When the head of his cock collided with the bottom of her shit-slide, her balls and cock shook...then her cock began to grow and thicken and lengthen with every hot, raw stroke he gave her. She was crying so much—she was so loud—that he eased for a moment—only to have her give him a snarling look that told him that she expected him to fuck to shit out of her...

'O, Daddi...don't you dare!' 'Hurt the Bitch! Hurt the Bitch!...Yessssssss, hurt the Bitch! Claim me Daddi! Claim me—claim this ass! Make me your bitch! Please Daddi, please...See how good it is when you hurt me good; when you hurt the Bitch good?' On his backstroke he glanced between her thighs and saw her meaning. Her cock was bloated a full, hard, ten inches. Precum was puddling the sheet as it stretched from the slit of her dickhead like a thick shaft of liquid crystal.

His hands slipped from her sweaty haunches. One found one of her fat, thick nipples; the thumb and forefinger twisted it sharply. She squealed; rocked back against him...sending his cock even deeper. The other hand found her big, pretty black cock.

He began to stroke it in rhythm to his pumping of her ass...Syddd's head lolled from side to side in the pillows...she was in heaven—or, at least, it was up her ass...

Sydian/Chapter 8/The Presence of Mind/Finis

The presence of mind...the presence of mind. Sydd drifted back from the fog of pleasure that had engulfed her. Then it dawned on her, as he worked her nipple and the head of her cock. She wanted more. She didn't want this to end just yet; and not quite like this: her submissive and prostrate; ass up and filled. Well, the latter was exactly what she wanted, but she also need to be more active—she needed to impart a little pleasure of her own—it was a matter of pride—if nothing else. She needed to hear this pretty, big, black cocked muthafucka at least call her name.

She struggled to put her arms out in front of her. He still hammered her asshole like a tight drum, but he was conserving energy. He was, after all, she smiled, 'human.' But O!, was this fucka good! She pushed up onto her elbows; then straightened her arms and pushed her self back onto his lap deeply. He moaned. 'Good,' she thought...

Her move forced him to sit back on his haunches, and now she settled deeply into his lap, her thighs flanking his. Now she began to grind with all that cock up her ass...it would be the nastiest lap dance he'd ever have. In a flurry, his hands were everywhere. They felt so good, she almost lost concentration,. They slipped from her cock to the flat of her belly, and then came to rest just above her hips. For a moment...or two...he lifted her thrusts on his cock... 'O Babi, Babi...,' dripped from her lips. The hands swept back to her belly and then smoothed the skin between her belly and breasts. When they got to those two creations, the tactile assault was merciless. He caught them and her on the upstroke; cupping them underneath, he managed her pumping of his cock... 'Jeeezuz! This man is ggggoood...'

An instant later, they were back on the 'prize.' This time, he took two handfuls of her cock and began to pump in time to her thrusts against him. She passed her arms back through his, locking them behind his back. The silhouette in the mirrors was breath taking. Her beautiful, full, hard tits arched upward and all that hard cock jutting away from her body as she rode him. Now her fetish kicked in. she was mesmerized by her own carnal vision. She loved the sight of her fucking; her sexing. And he was doing it for her and to her.

She leaned back against him, into him. 'Daddi?' 'Hmmm?' 'Daddi, it's too good...you gonna havta give me that nut soon...real soon, Daddi...cuz I can't hold much longer.' Amazing how years of education and breeding can slip away just like that in the act of fucking...

She felt him get larger in her asshole...she tightened her grip round his back, tried to get deeper into his lap. She arched back against him, let her head slide to his shoulder, gently breathed/kissed against his neck, knowing that neither of them could contain the heat. He worked her thick swollen cock, again making her cream churn to the surface in competition with a moan that could not escape her lips and whose pressure almost blocked her ears...

As her hot, hot cum erupted and splattered up between her breasts, she felt him burst in her ass-canal. She jerked and twitched on his cock. The sensation, she thought for the moment, was unbelievable—then she quickly thought better of herself, almost missing, in the exchange, a tight, muffled 'Sssssyddd...uhhhhh...Sssyddd-jiaan...Sydian...'

They collapsed sideways onto the sheets. She smiled softly as fatigued closed her eyes... 'Gotcha, didn't I?!!!...'