For The Sensual
Keywords: The, For, Sensual,
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Sydian~For the Sensual
For the sensual, description is everything. The collar. The collar is custom-made; one of two; her request. This particular one matches the corset. The corset—the "bustier." The collar. Literally, no choker here. She is disciplined. Her collars merely evoke ownership. She belongs. She is well kept; and kept well. Tonite: more adventure. The collar—it must be described. Flat, thin black leather; quilted by gold strands; the gold "d" ring fixed front and back—consider: leading or stalking. She is so proficient at both. Simple black leather lead—gold collar clasp. It matches; the collar that is—matches the "bustier"—the corset. The corset—a sheath of smooth black leather; quilted again by gold thread—a match, not only for her collar; but for the winter-wheat "hair" she would wear tonite—theatrical—they love "theatrical"—the show. Both of them would be dyed tonite…black blonds—winter-wheat wonders….masked in black. The corset. Pushing her up and out. Demi-cupped; covering, elevating, holding the breasts. Nipples and aureoles escaping, seeking, searching—missionary, as in on a mission—she is….
Description. Stockings—black, almost opaque; seamed…he'll "straighten them—for the hell of it—for the touch…the electricity that passes between them by merest provocation; by inadvertence. The heels. The heels: black, patent leather; six inch stilettos. She is 5' 6-7"; he 5'8"….do the math—he loves it…so does she….
Finally, the trench. Simple, yet elegant. To her ankles; double breasted; belted. She (or he) may choose complete concealment, or the "appropriate" exposure—it is simply a matter of choice, mood, "feeling"—the degree to which either of them might want to be "felt"—and by whom…..tonite, tease a bit—belt it, open from collar to navel…well, not quite—and from the top to the thigh down. Allow her to move—to walk in; to make her entrance—their entrance. Her outfit, in summary: collar, lead, corset, stockings, heels, trench—and of course, opera-length leather gloves…over the elbow, stopping just below the shoulder….
His outfit. Black. As revealing—after all, she is his equal; he, her partner in these crimes. Leather. His small, tight, muscular chest and arms in a tight, leather vest. His nipples, like hers, clipped. Black leather chaps—actually, jodhpurs—open crotch…covered by a black, quilted, leather cod, the strap disappearing between that tight muscular ass—cock, ringed and straining in the cod—she knew, principally, for her. The cod would be the first thing to go we they arrived at their destination.Pants trailing tightly into his black riding boots. Black trench, just like hers, only a bit more modestly covered.
Time to go.
In the car, any average, attractive black couple, out for the evening. Within minutes, transformed into an extremely attractive black couple when the reached their destination. In the lot, they mask themselves. She unhitches her coat, letting it fall open—complete exposure. She, hung as well as he—after all, she is his equal….He tosses his in the rear seat—with his cod-piece. She catches her breath when she looks at what is hers—she will share, but it is clear that she in the sole owner of this flesh—the proprietress. He places the lead on her collar—on this entrance, she will be led; if they need to alter the mood of the gathering—to take control so to speak—then he will let her stalk—the thought of it makes him stir and leak…she is too observant---and extremely hungry when it cums to him….
They enter. Almost immediately, but quite subtly, a tall, slender, busty black woman approaches them. She is the color of copper-head to toe….her hair is a flame—short, flickering, smouldering---so is she. Her thick nipples—clamped—are rouged and appear even thicker; more inviting. The ring piercing her clit, begs pulling—by a muscular tongue. The two feminine forms embrace---mouths together….full lips open…tongues distended , probing like hot, nasty, male organs—like swollen, hard cocks. Each has a hand between the other's spread thighs—fingers disappearing in/encircling the hot sex of the other…another digit, coyly probing each rosebud….
The copper one wears only thigh boots, the color of soft butter….tonite, she is the "handmaiden." She will measure and weigh the Sydd's "offerings." Sydd—a Nubian beauty—is denied nothing. Anything she might be denied was subsequent to her pleasure. And nights like these were about pleasure. Mmmmmm. The copper handmaiden was proving this from the beginning…so much so that Sydd could hardly disengage herself…liquid—thick, viscous, honey—precum—was cascading down her thighs—both their thighs—Sydd disengaged—only to lick her fingers-she loved the taste of handmaidens…this tall slut in particular….she noticed why….the bitch had not forgotten her man—"R" ("Ramses," perhaps? A fitting name in more ways than one—especially when he slipped into a "max"—her pharaoh, her king….) the handmaiden had gripped his cock—"instrument by which all things will be measured" tonight, by the balls beneath the cockring….it was up, stiff, thick, and oozing. The handmaiden looked at her, and Sydd nodded her consent. She knelt, fist still churning Sydd's thick, hot sceptre….parted her thick, thick, ruby coated lips, and swallowed the head of Ramses' thick, rich, succulent meat.
Sydd stared…intently—intently at this bitch; this bitch sucking her man's cock. This bitch sucking the head of her man's cock. Sucking the head and hefting those swollen, cockringed balls. She stared—the head of her cock; the thick shaft of her cock; the heavy, swollen balls of her cock…..Mmmmm…..so delicious, so fucking delicious….
She closed her thighs on the bitch's hand—and those fingers all up her fuck hole. She was leaking and hot like the slut she was. She closed her thighs, not out of some sense of modesty, but greed. The honey of her asshole was now flowing down her thighs. She wanted to trap it; bathe in it…feel its heat and slickness…. catch all of its scent as a catalyst..a goad to the next round of pleasure. She would make the bitch pay for so much pleasure…later….with pleasure…..
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They had 'stormed' the club like the principals from 'Underworld'—'vampired-out'….only, it wasn't blood that Sydd was looking to suck or have sucked—she had other fluids in mind…. 'Morpheus' would have been proud; 'Trinity' just a bit abashed, that this stunning, black, leather-clad, short nappi-headed blond, thick-cocked, bitch was taking all her play…. 'Not to worry, Trin,' Sydd would have smirked, 'It's 'Neo's" pasty ass that I'd kick out bed….your hot ass stays….' Yeah, well that's the movies; but you get the picture…the image is clear for you…
Right now, Sydd's attention was fixed elsewhere…. She was riveted on the big, greedy copper-topped bitch who had greeted them, and her attempt to swallow R whole….a grand attempt—one might even say 'huge' given the member at hand and in mouth….there was only one larger at the entire gathering….
In any case, the red-head was so avid that she was gagging herself, and with great pleasure it appeared…. Ropes of spit and precum were welling and then seeping from the corners of that luscious, lacquered, nasty mouth and washing over that trunk of a cock…. Making it glisten with a nasty slickness that beckoned others…. And Sydd simply watched as the others slid forward….
Five or six others, on hands and knees, crept up to sample…. Every color and body-type that blackness afforded….each quite attractive, primarily, because of the sexual heat each generated…. Two attacked the base of R's shaft and his balls as the red-head had the head of his cock firmly trapped in that mouth…. Another planted herself squarely behind him and began to burrow her long, snakey tongue up his ass-hole…. At this, he shuddered and groaned as he attempted to hold onto his seed….
The one who caught Sydd's attention was both bold and coy…. She had planted herself next to the red-head, gripped a thick nipple of her firm, solid tits between the flats of two fingers as she palmed it, and slid her broad, flat, long, lizard-like tongue into the other's mouth to share that cock-cream, precum confection oozing from Sydd's honey's dick….
What really made Sydd's cock twitch and then stand at attention—even more-so than before—was the coy-one's look….she was a 'boi-girl'….as flat-chested as a board, and not giving a damn….exquisitely made up with eyes like smouldering coals…spikey, black, short cork-screwed do….and where her patent-leather thigh-boots ended—a sheer, black thong, she shouldn't have even wasted her time with—the thong did nothing to hide or even contain that big, black snake nestled there….
Sydd stared, and the boi-girl stared back….a kind of mocking look….a look that said: 'This should be your cock….'
Sydd went to her knees; the grace of a panther, unobtrusively crowding the red-head out of the way…. R's cock hardly felt the cool night air between her hot mouth and Sydd's…. R's turn to moan again…this mouth was too familiar and too dangerous….he'd loose it here….if not now, soon….
Sydd clapped her hand to the base of the flat-chested beauty's skull and forced her tongue back into her mouth and around R's cock….then together, the two of them face-fucked R and tongue-fucked each other….
Sydd's gloved hand made its way up the slim one's thigh and cupped the full basket at the juncture where the two legs met….as they kissed and face-fucked R's dick, she loosed the pretty, big cock from its gauze net…. such a big, pretty cock….
R recognizes the expertise on his cock….a gentle tug of the lead and she moves forward to wedge his piece in the back of her throat….it is not so much what he wants as what she desires….and what she desires she is hardly denied…. The tug pulls the other entwined tongue with it and the size of this cock lodged in the throat would cause the best to gag….then again, she wants to gag…. She wants the combined froth of their spit and the cream of his precum to backwash thick and sticky from her lips and to slick that big pole again….
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Keywords: The, For, Sensual,