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Second night. The actions are familiar. San Francisco street corner; cars slow; the drivers are luridly appreciative. Most attention seems to focus on the full, even ample, black, studded leather cod-piece. There are no socks stuffed in this one. The cod-piece is part of the entire ensemble. The night before, Tina had bitched her in lycra...the short sheath had almost been as tight as Sydd's hot asshole...and then there were Tina's words to the effect that there was nothing better than Sydd's thick, full lips...nothing other than pussy...or was it vice versa...T had popped into her head at that evocation; her cock had hardened and leaked continuously down her stocking-clad thigh...In any case, the last night had begun on a San Francisco corner like this; a cool night where the chill stung the cheeks of her ass...
The cheeks of her ass. They were exposed. Part of the ensemble; her choice this evening. Top to bottom: over the ultra sheer black body-stocking that encased her made-to-measure 36d's was a black leather corset—turn about for last night?—and an equally black, leather bolero with faux mink collar—no need to kill anything other than the gawkers—and them, only with looks...Below the waist, the source of the chill: black leather jodhpurs—crotch-less and ass-out...hence the need for a little 'discretion': the cod-piece—hopefully soon to be lost. These slid into a pair of five inched stiletto, thigh-high boots, also black. Above the top, inside thigh, rose the band of the sheer, black Cuban-heeled thigh-highs. Back to the top: faux black mink pill box, accenting the nappy, winter-wheat blonde head. Cobalt blue lenses behind oversize shades. An oversized, over the shoulder, a black leather bag, light-weight, but filled with toys: 8", thick, 'realistic,' black cock; crop; padded, leather cuffs; makeup; lots of lipstick; an extra pair of heels—just in case—the stuff...nothing heavy...A 'black widow' tonight? Perhaps...
As she drummed her buffed nails against her thigh—not impatiently, but to a rhythm only she registered—the Mercedes slid noiselessly round the corner. The window powered down. The full, richly lacquered lips pouted from the pale face. The tongue involuntarily glossed over them at the sight of Sydd. Clearly the desired effect. Sydd slid into the heated seat, and the car slid into the San Francisco night...'slid,' such a descriptive word...
Sydd took in the full-view of her driver; reaching up to turn on the cockpit—mmmmmm—light as she did. Dressed as commanded. Tina leathered again, this time red. The corset tight, and the skirt so short that when she sat it slid—that word again—over her ass, exposing her naked, semi erect, and erecting cock; strapped to her thigh by a band of red ribbons...the head touched and leaked pre-cum on the elastic of the red thigh stockings that peeked over her blood-red 5" stilettoed, thigh-high boots...Before she could pull away from the curb—window still down to the viewing public, of whom there were not a few—Sydd firmly grasped the ribboned packaged, milked and then levered herself to cover Tina's full, red mouth with her own. She held this pose for what seemed like several minutes. When she drew her gloved hand away, it glistened with Tina's slickness...
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Tina was an exception in Sydd's life. It may sound racist, though it is surely not the intent: Sydd very, very rarely did white. It was not that she didn't get enough offers—they were, in many ways, overwhelming in their volume. Here, however, it was simply a matter of her aesthetic, and her 'ethic.' The cd community was dominated by white grls who seemed to care less about the black wmn out there. They were ignored; virtually non-existent...Sydd spent most of her time looking for and 'pampering' the 'non-existent'—if they were deserving...
Tina's exceptional nature began with her style—so close, or so it seemed, to impeccable, that the degree of difference was inappreciable. She was intelligent; and she was caring. She was also a looker...She was hot...
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Tina was hot...there was this demureness that hid a certain heat...Sydd loved the 'before and after' looks. They were recorded mostly in pics. Sydd found Tina rather amazing: especially the 'regular' grl look that more than often gave way to some sultry slut...like tonight...
'Payback' flitted back and forth in Sydd's mind. Last night, strapped to a plastic-sheeted bed; ass-up—the 'bubble butt,' if you will—tight, muscular, ripe for the taking...an ass hardly ever taken... 'Tina,' she thought, 'you must be special...'
Unlike Tina, accept for these occasions, Sydd was 'terribly' straight---and loved it...it was the juxtaposition that was so exhilarating...a tight muscular male one minute, and a tight, hot 'fetish bitch'—as Tina put it—the next...and this was 'the next'...
'Sooooo, how was my ass?' a rhetorical question, to be sure...Sydd knew only too well how her ass was...soooo good—for the both of them—that her asshole was still 'ringing'...Where Tina had used the crop, she had been careful not to mark Sydd...an act that Sydd stressed was verboten...the crop, however, was literally a 'warm up' for the gloved palm...Sydd's real weakness when she switched—to be spanked and milked, rhythmically...before she was penetrated...Her own hoarse panting in moaning was still in her ears...
Rhetorical or not, Sydd got the response that she wanted...Tina's cock swelled in its red, satin bonds...Sydd leaned even closer at the light, and whispered: 'You know what the "pony-girl's" got for you, don't you?' Tina puddled pre-cum on the fresh leather...the two scents were incredible...Now, Tina's asshole spasmed—anxiety and anticipation...a bit of both... 'Ready for me, Babi?'...the nod was almost imperceptible... 'You'll just have to wait, Bitch...'
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The valet opened the door and Tina swiveled her naked hips on the slickened leather seat; her hard, scarlet lashed cock in full view...before she could clear the door and his gaze, Sydd had placed the faux-diamond choker round her neck and clicked the lead into the D-ring...This one read 'MY SLUT.' Sydd made her stand there for what seemed like eternity while the parking attendant gawked, then, she hissed, 'Pull your skirt down, Bitch! Don't display what's mine without my permission.' Sydd snapped the lead and strutted ahead—no equality here—and Tina dutifully followed...behind that powerful, yet recently-fucked, black ass...
The door to the club opened. The motion was fluid. Sydd's booted heel crossed the threshold at the same instant that she gracefully stripped the cod-piece aside; a rumored 11+ sprang forth and no one cared if it was an inch or so shy.
As she tethered the slut, she grabbed the prettiest bitch in arm's reach, backed her against a wall and covered her mouth with her thick, glossy lips...her cock hardening, stretching, and leaking against her 'victim's' thigh...the victim, herself, responded with gusto, grinding back...the sable-skinned blond, rarely encountered, had become the stuff of legend—at least the urban kind...
Tina, could only stare and grow harder, herself...
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Sydd glanced over her shoulder. Tina made eye contact. It was brief and powerful. She dropped to her knees in the plush carpet of the club; her mouth open to receive the inverted, pre-cum soaked codpiece. She tried to disguise her ardor as she sucked the codpiece gag with as much relish as she did Sydd's cock...the codpiece became sodden with her saliva as she tried to extract the black bitch's flavor from the leather. Tina sucked harder as she took in the spectacle...
Sydd's 'attention' was being lavished on another dusky beauty who looked as if she had stepped off a Ballywood set...Kamasutra was written over every inch of her sari-clad body; and she was just as forceful in her eagerness to match Sydd's carnal onslaught. The sari slid over that richly toned, mahogany bubble ass. The long, sculpted legs flowed into stilettoed sandals whose straps reversed their way up her calves and knotted just below her knee. They and her sari were a rich yellow; a wonderful contrast to her darkness. She and Sydd were quite a sight. In spite of 5" heels, they were still, relatively small grls—5' 6-8 in stocking feet; slender and tight...
As Sydd kneaded the honey-brown ass, a dark, thick snake of a cock struggled free of its tuck in a matching yellow thong, pushing between the crack of her ass...Its size even shocked Tina—thick, meaty, long. It leaked down the Indian grl's thigh. Sydd's fingers grazed the head and the cum slit; the thick, heavy pearls clinging. Sydd worked the pearls into the skin her new partner's ass, re-glossing skin that already glowed.
Sydd's open mouth clamped down on the beauty's. In turn, she tongue-fucked Sydd's mouth with an incredibly thick tongue. Sydd hadn't forgotten that equally thick muscle that had pushed back between this hot bitch's thighs...one hand slid over the tight ass to that pretty cock. Seizing it right below the crown, Sydd tugged it back and toward the crack of the ass...and stroked...
The motion broke the lip-lock. The bronze beauty sighed, then moaned. Sydd pulled her closer as they ground her cock between them; her cock and shaft sliding and peeking between their thighs. Sydd gripped her earlobe in her teeth and breathed into it: 'What's your name, Babi?'
'Shiva,' she winced as Sydd tugged on that pretty cock again, making it longer still...stroking it behind those glowing cheeks; making it leak even more...
They had become quite a spectacle, and Tina was not the only voyeur in this space—in fact, there seemed to be a club full. She and Sydd had made quite an impression the night before...the white fur and black lycra tube; the black leather bustier and hot pants; the entrance, all seemed to have the calculated effect...but the real effect came from the brazen nastiness of these black and white bitches. Some wanted to simply position themselves for the best possible view. Others were literally queuing in the hope that they'd receive an 'invitation'.
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