4 comments/ 17814 views/ 4 favorites Sydd~Playing The Other Side By: sydian Chapter 1: Phone Calls & Photos A Phone-call. 'Have you ever considered playing the other side?' The voice was low. Sultry and disembodied—as all phone voices are. It seemed to play not only on Sydd's sense of hearing, but tactily across her earlobe itself. A whisper that carried heat; raised the small hairs on smooth skin; that softly tickled the inner-ear with promise.... Sydd knew the voice. Its soft, feminine lilt had graced this receiver more than once. Sydd was sure that she and the body of the voice had shared the same space, though possibly not the same intimacies. The voice had revealed that its possessor was at least intimate with a number of Sydd's intimates....that revelation was the only thing that had allowed them to get this far 'conversationally'.... 'Have you ever considered playing the other side?' 'The other side?' Sydd thought.... 'Which side was that.... How many sides are there,' she mused.... She was silent for what seemed like and eternity. She spoke: 'What side might that be?' The response was slow, but deliberate: 'Whatever side I might be on, Darling.' Sydd was tempted to ask just who the hell was this. But she restrained herself. There was some fun in anonymity.... 'And what does that side have to offer?' 'Come now, Sydian. You know exactly what 'girls' like you and I have to offer: brains, imagination, drive, good-looks, and several physical dimensions only discovered in intimacy....' 'If that's the case, why in the world would you assume that I've never played there?' 'The point, Sydian, darling, is that you have never played there with me....' Here, the conversation ended.... *** The phone rings. 'Have you missed me, Love?....' Sydd waits.... 'I watch you, you know?' 'That would qualify as stalking....' 'Yes....it might. But then, you are such an illusive quarry....so sexually dangerous, that one can't be certain when....when, the tables might be turned....' Sydd listened.... She could feel the heat rise; the sexual tension straining like taut cat-gut ready to be strummed.... 'You made me quite hard the other day, Sydian.... No, I haven't invaded your private space, Love....that would be très gauche...and totally inappropriate. And besides, if you're as much like me as I believe you are, you wouldn't stand for it....in fact, this conversation, and all others, would be at its end.... No, Love.... My arousal is quite public....and, you do it so well....' Into the silence, the line goes dead... *** 'Those pumps are a bitch, Girlfriend....' 'So when are we going to stop this bullshit and do a face-to-face?....' 'Sydian...Sydian....you surprise me.... Is that annoyance—anxiety—I hear in your voice? Then again, I do suppose we could shop together rather than me standing there admiring what you've chosen; what you try on; what you wear.... Hmmmmm, if we shopped together, maybe we could share the same dressing room.... I do so love public encounters....' *** 'Hmmmmm....a great game: stalking...,' Sydd mused. The long, white silk robe flowed over the white, heavy, silk sham thrown over the sofa.... A fire roared in the large fireplace. Though the robe was tied, Sydd's breasts were exposed; her thighs spilled out and down into stiletto mules. Her cock, thick and sleeping, nestled in the folds of silk.... 'Turning tables...turning tables,' she whispered to herself. She had called in a favor. She had asked a friend—a dear friend—for a favor. He had obliged.... 'R? This is Sydd. I need you to do something for me, please....' It was simple enough. Follow her for a weekend. From Friday evening til Monday morning. And take pictures of her background. Be unobtrusive. Stay out of sight. Don't let me know you're there....don't let anyone know you're there.... *** Monday evening. The phone rings. The voice is deep; sonorous. R begins: 'Your 'backgrounds' are quite interesting....' Sydd chuckles. 'You've always known this, Love.... You've had more experience with my 'background'—or is it 'backside' than any other man I can think of....' 'Not quite what I meant,' R countered. 'I was referring to the backgrounds of the photos I took for you this weekend....quite interesting....' 'Before you go there,' Sydd cut in, 'tell me how you do it....' 'You know how I do it—quite well, thank you,' R quipped. 'If I could climb through this phone, I'd slap you....' 'Left cheek or right, or both?' 'You're insufferable,' Sydd sniffs. The audible contains nothing weepy. It is high haughtiness.... 'Besides,' R goes on, carrying the play out, 'if I told you....' 'I know, I know,' Sydd comes back tiredly, "You'd have to kill me.... As if you haven't already tried with that big-assed dick....Tired, very tired, R.... When can you bring them over?' *** R is quite interesting in his own right. More mysterious than Sydd ever hoped to be—which said a great deal.... And all with so little effort. They had been friends for ages—ever since Sydd moved to town. They met in a supermarket, where he genuinely thought she was a woman. She bemusedly, then as now, had to convince him that she was a bit more special than just a woman....that morning, wedged between the open trunk of her sports car—supposedly loading her groceries—she guided his hand to the ever enlarging and throbbing knot twisted inside her sweat pants....he asked if he could come check it out later—never having had the experience—or so he said.... The rest is history.... An intellectual...a traveler....a man of many skills....good friend in a pinch—no matter how many questions you asked.... And an extraordinarily fine fuck—on both ends of the noun.... *** R comes in, attended by Roscoe who bounds over to Sydd, rises on his hind legs, forepaws on her shoulders and commences to lick.... 'Enough already!'...as she pushes him down and pats his nappy head.... 'Roscoe....' His ears prick.... 'You're the real man in my life....' The tail bangs the floor like Tito on percussion.... 'That would hurt,' R, with exaggerated pain.... 'but the dog is gay'.... Sydd leaps on his tall frame and begins the mock punches.... Roscoe wheels in circles on one haunch, a booming array of barking and tail thumping....Sydd and R's ritual before business.... *** R opened his laptop, stroked a key and it hummed into place.... 'Yes, Love, a quite interesting life....' Images danced on the screen. 'You were quite busy this weekend. My expertise, time, shoe-leather, gas, oughta cost you pretty....' 'Hmmmmm...that much, huh?' Sydd quipped. 'Take it out of my ass....' R arched an eyebrow as if he were seriously considering it. 'This weekend's work wasn't that expensive....' He smirked.... 'Then keep the tab running....' 'Damn! You got me up early and then you kept on goin'...what the hell do you run on?' 'Dunno....' 'Well, when you want to engage my 'services' like this again, can we skip six o'clock at the gym? I'm still aching and I only watched....' 'R....you are such a liar....I've seen your workouts...even 'participated' in a few....' On that last note, Sydd squeezed his crotch.... 'Business...business....,' R muttered.... 'Groceries...the Hardware...the coffee shop. The afternoon gets even more interesting....' 'How so?....' 'Imagine a guy—a black guy—trying to take shots in Vicki's....' 'You took shots in Victoria's Secret???!!!' Sydd's mouth fell open.... 'I did say "imagine"'.... Another pummeling....Roscoe circling and hooting once again.... 'Shoes...the mall...lunch...Spanky's....finally, the club. You don't go on like this every weekend, do you? That was only Saturday....' 'Not as a rule,' Sydd yawned. 'I only wanted to give you something or someone to shoot....' 'Well, that you did....and comparatively speaking, she was ubiquitous and gorgeous.... Didn't know you had a twin....' 'WHAT????!!!!' Sydd's head snapped. 'WHERE??? SHOW ME!!!! *** Chapter 2: Almost a Twin 'Well, almost a twin,' R went on.... Damn! I had to keep rubbing my eyes and adjusting my focus....' 'Show me! Show me...dammit!' 'She's not exactly you....coloring is different....she's red where you're dark; hair's longer—that cork-screwed, spirally thing—but that face, and the body...it's like she's copied you...then not....' 'Would you stop it, and show me this bitch!' Sydd was as close as she would allow herself to becoming agitated.... R paused as he brought up the images; paused and studied Sydd's face as he worked a series of different panoramas on to his screen.... 'You really don't know this woman, do you?'....as close as he could come to being astounded.... 'I can't tell you if you don't show me the frickkin' pictures....' ' 'kay....this is the gym....she turned up almost everywhere—almost everywhere.... You on the free-weights—how the hell can you press all that as small you are?—her, on the tread in the back corner—blazin'.... I'm not sure that even you could outrun her....' Sydd nudged R and his chuckle out of the way.... 'Can you enhance that?' R brought the image into focus; enlarged it a bit. It was still blurred somewhat, but Sydd could make out something of her stalker.... 'The first thing is to vary the pattern of your activities....,' that was R. Still studying the image, 'the weekend was bait,' Sydd replied....Show me more....' The corner, cross from the hardware....she was innocuous—unobtrusive—gray sweats, ball cap, sneaks....just another sista running Saturday errands... Check-out in the grocery....R's shot was from the side, over Sydd's shoulder....an astounding pic—sharp, clear, detailed.... No sweatshirt; stripped down to her tank....bra-less, solid, firm, heavy-nippled tits, tearing at the flimsy fabric.... 'Fun with that one, huh?' she sidewised at R.... 'What can I say?' he smirked. The face had unbelievable focus....angular nose that bottomed in wide, African nostrils; lips thick and plentiful....the wide, wide sunglasses that rode those extremely high cheek-bones obscured the rest of a coppery/bronze face covered by the same color, wildly cascading hair.... 'Interesting,' Sydd whispered.... 'It gets better....' Sydd realized that there had been a break between her time at the grocery and lunch and the rest of the afternoon's activities.... 'So, where was she when I took my stuff up?.... 'She was there.... Well not 'there' there, but lurking.... When you left the car at the curb she pulled up across the street and watched you haul stuff in—or rather have your stuff hauled in....', R chuckled.... 'She stepped out of her car and went over to the mailbox.... She knows how to run this game....' He clicked up another image....'You'll like this one....' R had caught her crossing to the mailbox, tank-top, minus sweatpants....racing shorts and stilettos....calves and thighs to kill for.... An ass that was tight and sculpted.... Back and shoulders not necessarily for power, but certainly not the equipment of some prissy-girl.... Sydd whistled.... 'Who is this woman, Sydd?' 'Wish I knew.... Haven't the foggiest....What's she driving?' 'White on white, two-door, Merc convertible coupe....' 'Hmmmmmm...she's making it too easy with that....' 'And you're making it sound like she doesn't want to be found....' 'True....' *** 'So, did you follow her home?' 'Wasn't in the job description....' "Sometimes you are fuckin' insufferable....' 'Ow! That hurt!' R mocked.... 'I thought you might find this interesting....' The image leaped to the fill the entire screen.... Her license plate; a California tag.... 'You've taught me never to make anything too easy for you'....his turn to look side-wise.... 'Hmmmmm.... She's a long way from home....' *** R flitted through a weekend worth of slides—the mall; shoe stores; boutiques; the coffee shop; bookstores....she was there in various manifestations.... He stopped at the last two series. The first was Saturday evening, Sydd's favorite nite spot....slightly upscale, but not snobbish...hot enough that the young came to dance and be seen; cool enough that Sydd's generation still ruled, could find their music, and on occasion, dance their dance. R's image of Sydd was absolutely gorgeous.... 'I couldn't help myself,' he stammered.... 'Sometimes, you are so incredibly beautiful, that....' 'And you are so incredibly full of shit,' she blushed, more than a little overcome by his offering and its sweetness.... On the slide, Sydd looked like she had been anointed in oil....her skin was slick and glowed with a radiant heat.... Over that oiled and burnished skin was a long gauzed white shift, already transparent, but made more so by the oil that made it cling to her and then saturated the dress at strategic points—the cleft of her breasts, her nipples, riding her haunches and the crack of her ass, clinging to her thighs and emphasizing the too, too fullness of her already exaggerated 'mons'....Saturday night some sort of perverse discretion ruled: she wore a tight, though heavy-laden, white thong beneath it all, capped off by white open-toed, sling-back stilettos. All that white on luminescent black.... Click.... R made the machine pan the screen.... There she was.... Another image took its place alongside Sydd's. It was 'our girl'.... She, too, was laid out beautifully.... The first thing noticed was the broad-brimmed straw set slightly rakishly to one side over copper cork-screws....bangs cascading over a broad forehead.... 'Don't let that throw you,' R murmured.... Sydd focused. R again, 'How does she do that?' Sydd concentrated. Then she saw what R saw. This bronzed bitch was wearing Sydd....from the oiled sheen of the skin and its cling on the fabric to the cut of the dress itself and the intimacies it took with her body....the only difference was color. This dress and its accessories were soft oranges—swirling pastels—caressing that body in the most provocative—and nastiest of ways.... As Sydd muttered 'bitch...BITCH....BITCH!, softly, barely audible...she was aware of a growing dampness between her legs.... R picked up on something—what he wasn't quite sure.... He broke the spell: 'One more.... This set was the most difficult for me.... You never told me you were a church girl...' Sydd flashed one of those 'you-don't-know-everything, do you?' grins.... 'Glad you can smile again, but you better hold on to your dentures....' Click... 'That's you.... Now slide down your pew.... Hello! Look again. What's Ms. Sydd wear to church?' 'Dammit! Dammit! DAAAAAMIT!!!!! She was sitting right next to me—right next to me! How? How? How? I've never noticed that woman; and she's been in my space, and for how long?' 'Well,' R again, 'at least you know she's having a good time.... What about you???....' *** Sydd stared at the image on the screen while R packed his gear. Absentmindedly, as he moved round her she asked if he could raise the screen that had the plate number of it.... He pressed a folded square of paper into her hand as he closed the laptop. 'I'd suggest two things for the next couple of days: you learn to move around in the dark, and you get a telescope....' She looked up at him quizzically, opened the paper square: '242 Fifth Avenue, #3036B.' 'The scope's in the car. I'll bring it up after I load Roscoe and the gear....' *** Chapter 3: The Lanthorn 'Don't draw the blinds....' had been R's last words. He had explained that they knew where the mystery woman lived—even had her apartment number. They figured that she had a clear line of sight into one of the banks of windows that made up three sides of Sydd's condo.... What they didn't have was a visual line to her place, and he figured Sydd might want that.... So Sydd had to think on this....and be patient.... Patient enough for her stalker to show herself to Sydd's scope.... Here, muddling through the issue paid off.... 'Our girl' liked to watch Sydd dress and then sometimes mimic her. On night two of 'lights out' Sydd backlit the window to her bedroom with the light from the walk-in.... Then she proceeded to dress and undress several times.... Moving out of the line of site, she would move to her own scope and scan the windows of 242—The Lanthorn.... She did this Tuesday night...no luck. She let it go Wednesday; she didn't want to press and she wanted 'Missy' to be a tad bit hungry....She also answered no phone calls; simply listened to the messages. They ranged from 'Sydd, I know you're there....'to a rather plaintive sigh.... Thursday night, Sydd did everything in the walk-in with the bedroom completely dark.... There was a feeling—just a feeling.... R had come by earlier to check.... He'd brought a new gizmo. Nothing really technical: a motorized digital cam with a very powerful zoom lens....'Nothing to it. When you get a sighting hit the shutter and it'll do the rest....infra-red capability....pics'll be perfect....' *** As usual, Sydd had it planned. She bathed, but instead of oiling in the bath, she did it in the closet....slow, methodical, meticulous.... Sydd used lots of oil, and spent lots of time and gave special attention to her 'nether' regions.... She started with her breasts.... She oiled them until they glowed. Then she worked her way to her nipples and truly 'punished' them....the oil made them elusive. It meant that she had to work extra hard to get hold of them. She pinched, then pulled, and then twisted....over and over again. Her nipples got longer and thicker with every tug and twist....and with every tug and twist her cock got longer and thicker and began to produce its own 'oil'.... The closet's interior mirrors—floor to ceiling all around—reflected her....she saw what her voyeur did.... The nipples—the breasts in their entirety—were wonderful pieces of art. They were just that. Her doctor had been an artist. She knew what she wanted and he created it. She was so happy when she had perfected her body that she insisted he try it out.... Well, perhaps a bit more subtly than that.... She wanted to see if she was as alluring, seductive, and as stunning as she thought she was—could she believe the hype.... So, she worked his sense of medical ethics overtime...literally exhausted it.... She needed that initial proof that she was all that, and then some.... So here she was, in her closet, lovingly 'abusing' her nipples, letting them shoot sparks to her cock and asshole, knowing that she had an audience of at least one out there in the dark.... She also knew she had to be careful....on one hand, this couldn't look contrived; she'd never catch her quarry.... On the other, she had to pace herself. A night's work would, literally, be shot, if she came too soon.... Oiled hands travel from her breasts and nipples to her ass.... Her cock was hard and leaking without so much as a touch. She cupped her ass and kneaded. Anyone watching could only see the motion; the full frontal of cock, breasts and nipples would preoccupy them—particularly her cock's rhythmic bobbing and leaking.... She kneaded her cheeks then spread them.... Two fingers slid effortlessly, gracefully, to the knuckles and bottomed—or so it seemed—in her ass.... She winced, pumped herself three, four times....presented an angle that showed her audience that 'insertion' made her longer and thicker.... Then she pulled out and shook herself like some beautiful beast.... 'Do I have your attention now, Bitch?' she whispered as she began the night's fashion show.... She was a bit more than an hour into the night's 'performance'.... Lights across the park that separated her from The Lanthorn began to blink out.... She remembered what R had told her: 'Scopes get better resolution when their back planes are dark...' She wasn't looking for a lit window, but a clue in a darkened one.... Sydd~Playing The Other Side And there it was.... A glint on a lens, maybe....she moved stealthily to her own scope; tapped the shutter on the digital as she did. It began to click methodically as she searched the bank of windows where she perceived the flash.... 'Gotcha!' not aloud—for some reason Sydd felt the need to hold her tongue. A figure in the dark first turned in its seat and then stood and silhouetted itself in dimness. It was clearly as much a 'she' as was Sydd.... And clearly similarly endowed as well.... Obscurely, one hand had made its way to the cock and was stroking, presumably waiting for Sydd to return to the line of sight.... Sydd decided not to disappoint....on the way back into the walk-in, she grabbed a dildo—one that reminded her of R—looked like a brother: the coloring was right, and so was the length and thickness.... Sydd peeled....she couldn't afford to loose this opportunity.... The camera clicked.... She bent—back to the window—as if she were about to undo the strap of her stiletto....her legs splayed wide, very wide—wide enough to see that thick cock with its syrupy rope of pre-cum dangling between her thighs.... Then she reached back, spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand and pushed the dildo up her asshole to the hilt with the other.... Yep! She saw stars.... She almost passed out.... Her legs were wobbly.... A jet of cum had hit the far side mirrors.... She knew her mission had been accomplished when the phone rang.... *** 'Hello,' she said, suddenly fatigued... 'O.... Now you answer'....the breathing was equally shallow....'That was quite a performance....' 'I thought you'd enjoy it, Bitch....' Silence....this time signaling that the party on the other end had been caught off guard.... Click! *** Chapter 4: Guards/Guarded/and Off Guard 'You want to WHAT???!!!' It was whispered, but the exchange was sharp and emphatic. 'Sydian...,' he hardly ever used the 'formal'.... 'You're a lawyer!.... That's called "breaking and entry!...." 'So maybe we can arrange for you to get conjugal visits.... But from what I hear, depending on where they put me, I may get enough dick to last a lifetime...or maybe it'll be pussy....' Sydd quipped... 'I'm serious, Sydd....' 'I know you are, R.... And I suppose you think I haven't run a risk assessment?.... Put it all together.... My hunch is that girlfriend would rather have me in her bed than in somebody's cell.... Besides, she's as much into this for the sport as I am.... I mean, what are the phone calls and stalking about?.... What's the scoping all about....? It's in my court, and my money says that she's waiting for the spectacular.... And who am I to deny her??!!.... 'I still don't like it, Sydd....' 'R, you don't have to.... All you have to do is show me how to use the friggin' tools....then, you can sit back and watch the video...make a dvd if you want....' 'What???!!! You're going to record this????!!!' 'Second time tonight I've caught u with your mouth open, Boi.... You want me to fill it?.... her laugh followed her down the long hall to the walk-in.... *** 'Did you get a chance to check the photos?' Sydd asked..... 'Yep.... Not bad for an amateur....' 'Ha! You seem to love all my other "amateur" work....' 'It's because you're the star, Love.... But, you've caught your girl.... And, it is your girl.... The telemetrics don't lie.... 'The what?' Sydd shot back..... 'The geometry...the angles.... I could walk you to her door from what you got on the camera....' 'Interesting,' Sydd murmured.... 'No need to walk me to her door.... Just teach me the tools.... I've got the condo number.... And you're in the clear.... I'll fuck you later....your call....top or bottom....maybe both....if you're good....' *** 2400 hours and counting down. The messenger delivered the envelope to the address marked for the Lanthorn.... Sydd settled back in her oversized leather chair, the ottoman under foot....the condo was completely dark....she had a lens in one hand and a glass of wine in the other...the remote to R's digital with all its doo-dads sat on the armrest.... 'All of R's wonderful toys,' she thought dreamily and she moved in and out of a doze.... The digital clicked once, the lens extended, and the cam whirred slowly and ever so softly as it tracked whatever had had moved through the view-finder....a tiny red light told her it had caught something in its cross-hairs.... She sat up straighter in her seat, brought the lens to her eye, clicked on the infra-red and adjusted the scope.... 'Damn!' she thought, 'R...you've got some really great shit!' The image was crisp; the resolution high....none of that blurry, red stuff from sniper movies—this was real color in real time.... Girlfriend had entered the bed room carrying a large manila envelope....Sydd recognized it...she had sent it.... She hefted it a bit; made to shake it and then thought better of it....it was heavy enough.... She simply opened it and let the contents spill out onto a larger than king-size bed.... It was a bed Sydd could approve of...then again, most everything Sydd had seen of this wmn met her approval: she was stylish—she had taste; she was smart and she was bold; she was game, and had game.... The only thing that irked Sydd, ever so slightly, is that she—Sydian—had been the object of game....game had been run on her up to this very moment... Sydd watched....she didn't have to wait long.... The content that cascaded to the bed like a glossy, multi-colored waterfall, consisted of about thirty high quality, high resolution photos and an exquisite card of hand-made paper with a note of magazine-letter cut-outs.... The message was simple: in bold: 'GOTCHA!'...then in miniscule, in a far corner, barely discernable: 'again....' The pics had the expected effect.... Our grl was too much like Sydd....she knew the pleasures of auto-enjoyment....when no one else excited her, she was more than capable of exciting herself...more than capable.... The pics caught her eye, just as intended....without touching them as they lay strewn across the bed, she began to undress...slowly shedding clothes...not so much because she thought she was being watched at this very instant, but because the sensuousness of a slow strip was all the better for her own self-satisfaction....she could literally reflect on herself in the huge mirror mounted at the head of her bed.... *** The effect was not lost on Sydd.... Sensuality sometimes meant multi-tasking.... The heel of the stiletto came into play.... Sydd stretched a long, spiked leg, and let the heel graze the laptop she had placed below window-level.... The exact images that were on the bronze beauty's bed....when they were put on 'slide-show,' the presentation was hot.... Almost literally, with one eye on the laptop, and the other on the window via the lens, Sydd began to heat up.... *** So did girlfriend.... First, the crisp white blouse was undone....button by button....curiously she let the bow knotted at the neck remain....the effect was a light billowing of the blouse—away from a magnificent set of breasts—this Sydd knew already—encased in a lovely, sheer white demi-bra that left her nipples and roseate exposed.... She thumbed the button on the skirt, slid the zipper down and let it drop to her feet.... She stepped from it... Then Sydd witnessed a fashion trick she hadn't seen before—let's call it an 'idiosyncrasy of chic'.... What appeared to be simply a thong from the distance was actually two items covering the lower goodies. Sydd was no stranger to the things some grls used to hide the masculine—she'd been known to tuck from time to time—but this had nothing to do with subterfuge...this was all about pleasure... The top garment was a thong, bowed on each hip.... She pulled each lace simultaneously and it fell away from back to front.... When she dropped that with the skirt, what was revealed was a crotchless, black lace 'butterfly'.... 'Well, I'll be damned,' Sydd hissed, 'Not only does the bitch wear my underwear, she wears it better than I do... I'll have to try that...' The butterfly under the thong was clearly an act of pleasure....clearly.... Clear from the cock that emerged from behind the thong—Sydd had seen this too; she glanced it as it passed across the screen of her laptop, and now she brought it into focus once again with the lens... It caused her to lick her lips, and then take notice of the heat and weight between her own thighs.... 'Yeh, you excite me, Bitch....'she breathed.... *** Sydd's quarry sat on the edge of the bed, legs gapped, blouse playing back from the neck to expose a nipple every so often.... The right hand strayed between those thighs—idly...while she thumbed through the pics...each image making her cock thicken...each image making her leak a bit more....making her gap those incredible legs a bit wider....making her wandering hand that much more purposeful.... Sydd knew the feeling....she was caught up in it herself.... *** They stroked together, night sky and street signs separating them....Ms. Red pumping her slick thickness, flicking pics—pumping harder with each image of herself....and Sydd doing the same: images sliding across the screen—repeating themselves—pushing fluid up into that pretty black dick and precum out.... It was so close that it might have been misleading.... It may have seemed that they came together.... Sydd caught the arc of the cum exploding from her 'twin's' cock....that ignited her own eruption...blurring her eyes and shortening her breath as her own cream scalded the flat of her belly and the fullness of her titties.... *** Then she made a phone call. 'I enjoyed that....' She hung up. The phone rang....she unplugged it.... *** Time. Monday evening....Sydd knew the routine....her quarry was out—for two hours or more. Sydd had seen her enter the gym....seen her undress and meet with her trainer.... This 'operation' would be leisurely.... Sydd calmly breezed into the lobby of the Lanthorn as if it were her building.... A slight nod to the doorman asserted this....her gait and the big carry-all were convincing enough as he held the door for her....the rest of security simply mistook her for her lighter counterpart.... She took the elevator up to the 30th floor and turned into 3036B. She produced the gadget R had given her, inserted it and walked in. She sat down her bag of tools, and began to look around.... It was a nice place...very nice, indeed....and in spite of some of the un-nerving play up to this point, she realized that there were quite a few difference between her and this wmn.... A pleasant realization, at that.... Sydd found the window that faced her place.... It had its scope, too....nothing as high tech as what R had provided her, but adequate—she could read labels.... Sydd glanced at her watch....she needed to get crackin'.... *** She unpacked her gear. Nothing elaborate. Two, light-weight tripods, a vid-cam, and a digital camera.... She choose the chaise—she recognized it from her many 'sightings'—and then she picked the angles for her cameras.... Then, she shed her coat.... Underneath was practically nothing—well, practically nothing—it was a black net catsuit, backless and crotchless.... She had cinched it with a wide, black leather belt with a wide silver disk as its center....the black stiletto boots rose to her hips; the loop and braid of her crop extended from outside cuff of the right.... As a 'signature,' a wide, soft, silk bow, tightly tied off the base of her cock behind the balls...the cock, of course, was swollen and leaking.... The make-up, as usually—but especially for this occasion—was flawless.... She shut down the lights....took her place on the chaise....and proceeded to wait.... It wouldn't be long.... *** Chapter 5: Clicking Heels/Knocking Boots The tumblers in the lock unfold as the key turns....the door opens breathlessly and closes almost as silently—a heavy, padded thud; a certain security....keys clatter and slide down the shallow well of a metal dish....the distinct sound of heels on hardwood as she clicks down the foyer to the living room.... She adjusts the dimmer....however, being who she is—Nika—she's never been able to resist a mirror....the full-length glass between the foyer and the living room craves attention, and as she gives it—checking those breasts, plumping that ass, marveling at a dimple...there is the slightest tingle that all's not right here.... She catches it in the corner of the glass....in the dimness of her living room, something elegant and unmoving is unfolded on her chaise.... Never one for panic, Nika—face still in the glass—tries to make out what...or better yet, who...has invaded her space....there is no movement in the space behind her....it is as if a very, very big clack cat was poised to strike.... Reflexively, Nika licked her lips.... *** 'Wise move....Bitch,' a purr...more like a rumble rose softly from the chaise.... 'Mmmmmmm.... Thought that was you.... Welcome....' Nika spun slowly, tapped the dimmer and the light rose....In the same motion, Sydd tapped her remote and cameras silently began their business.... 'I am...and quite at home at that.... Thank you....,' big black cat rustling on the chaise.... Nika focused....licked her lips again....the legs were long—super long—as they flowed from the stilettos....strong ankles, muscled calves, toned thighs....truncated at a scandalously short and tight skirt that hugged a tightly, high tuned ass.... 'Where have I seen all this before?' Sydd thought to herself.... The answer was obvious: every instance that she faced her own mirror.... The word would have been 'un-nerving,' but Sydd didn't have time for it.... Another wide belt with big buckle ('what's with you little bitches and big belts?' someone...anyone could ask)....almost as wide as the skirt was long—tight too.... Tightly tucked into it was a crisp, starched white shirt....peaked by nipples on tits that had no need whatsoever for the lacy white demi that shelved them—mere decoration, that.... Three buttons undone to ample cleavage, accented by a simple necklace with a pedant big enough not to get lost in all that boobage.... The copper neck, approximating the length of a swan's rose gracefully to a sculpted chin and the cheekbones of both their ancestors....the lips were full and heavily shellacked—and in person, far more inviting than any pic.... They were complemented by an equally wide nose whose nostrils flared with cat-like agility...the eyes were wide-set, huge, sloping ovals—finely pointed at each end—housing hazeled disks....thick lashes fluttered like baby's breath..... Nika focused on the chaise....and what she wanted to attend caught her attention and stood at attention....a lip lick again.... 'Mmmmmmmm....,' under her breath.... 'Protocol'....she knew 'protocol'....she understood 'protocol'.....she had been studying this being far to long not to know 'protocol'....not to know how others fawned and were dismissed....she had witnessed this....so, she resorted to 'protocol'....to avoid' dismissal, but also because it was the proper thing to do.... She dropped her eyes slightly—not so much that the 'prize' escaped her line of sight...then she said softly, yet clearly, 'May I approach?....' 'Hmmmmmm', Sydd thought...slightly surprised, an eyebrow arched.... 'Who woulda thunk it?.... 'No way!.... No way in the least that this bitch is submissive.... No way....a switch? Now that's another possibility....' In fact, there was no trace of submission in the request....it held more of a wary adversary, asking to move within arm's length.... Oddly enough, this gave Sydd some relief. Subs tended to be tedious, predictable, time-consuming, and above all, high maintenance.... What a disappointment to have come all this way to find that at the end of the rainbow.... En garde, Sydd moved into persona....she took her role.... 'What would it gain you? And what is the "troth" of your approach?' Nika faltered for a moment, then quickly regained her composure.... 'If I kneel before you, is that sufficient? Would I—my body—suffice as troth? I would gain your respect....possibly more....' 'My respect???' Sydd mused to herself... 'You've already gained that, you little smooth, gaming bitch....' Then aloud, 'Come now.... Respect? I'm suppose to believe that this is all about respect?! Peeping.... Stalking.... Impersonation....' 'Not only the sincerest, but the severest form of flattery....' 'I'm to be flattered by that? Try harder....' Nika: 'It's not flattery that I want to come as close as possible to being the bitch I admire most?' 'Touché,' Sydd thought.... 'So.... I'm the Bitch?.... 'Respectfully.... Yes, you are....' Subtly, a hand moves across the crotch of that short, short tight skirt....imperceptibly snagging the lace of the thong's bow....bow laces trail a naked thigh to stocking top.... 'And you wish to be a bitch?' 'I already am—hadn't you noticed?'....the swelling at the top of the stocking's lace had begun.... It was not lost on Sydd.... 'I'm simply not of your caliber....' 'Hmmmmm,' Sydd laughed, for the first time, eying the thickness creeping down the wmn's thigh....her own—quite visible—doing some stirring of its own.... 'I suppose you are.... But, that still begs the question: what do you want from me and why the antics? And , by the way, given that we are holding this conversation, to whom am I speaking?.... Now, it was Nika's turn to smile (again).... 'Annika—Nika—Jones.... And as for the 'antics'—as you put it—think on it....' Sydd was beginning to warm to Ms Jones, more and more....she was not intimidated....she did not back down.... 'Promising,' Sydd thought... 'How else was I to get your attention and at the same moment learn something? I do know enough about you to know that you don't suffer fools—I have been in your company, so-to-speak.... Besides, in the end, it was all great fun...quite exciting, and terribly sexual...and incredibly fulfilling.... Honestly... I would never have thought that these 'crazy antics'—again, as you put it—could...well... make me cum so hard, so often'.... On the last revelation, the thick, mauve head of a cock separated the space between the skirt's hem and the stocking's top.... 'I suppose the other thing I desire, other than the pleasure I've gotten, is to be trained—refined.... I need to be 'apprenticed''...... Sydd's turn to laugh again.... 'Apprenticed??!!....this is not the 19th century, Ms Jones....' 'Nika, please....' Nika sighed.... Sydd eased up. 'OK....OK.... 'trained, refined, apprenticed'.... What makes u think so?....' In the back of Sydd's mind flitted the thought: 'Damn! You are fine...' but she tried to stay on task here.... *** The heat was rising and they both sensed it....Nika stood there, a yard or so from the chaise....what had been peeking below the edge of that super tight skirt was now arrogantly raising it....her nipples—barbed—strained against starched cotton as her breast inflated with every breath she took.... Sydd twisted the crop wedged in her right boot—a distraction to ward off distraction....Nika noted the action...the reaction was the steady drip of precum....Sydd's 'answer' to Nika's reaction was the even more intense heat and swelling of her own ribbonned cock.... She slid the crop from her boot....Nika's eyes flickered brightly for an instant.... 'Let it loose,' Sydd commanded softly.... Nika reached for the other hip-bow, gave a gentle tug and let go.... The thong fluttered to the floor.... Nika spread her legs a bit more....ever so slightly—but the point was made.... Her 'prisoner' bobbed wildly for a moment or two before it stayed itself to focus its single, 'teary' eye on Sydd... Sydd~Playing The Other Side 'Very impressive,' Sydd murmured.... 'I was hoping you'd think so,' Nika softly replied.... Sydd motioned with the crop: 'May I?'.... Nika undid the buttons of her shirt down to her waist band...down to the huge buckle of her wide belt.... Then, rather than pull the shirt from the waist band, she simply slid the shirt tails to either side, framing two incredible, nipple-studded breasts that made Sydd wince....the pool she was making on the white leather chaise became deeper and wider.... 'Sit'...Sydd patted the space at the foot of the chaise between her opened legs.... Nika was dutiful.... *** It only took three or four steps, but...they were exquisitely and excruciatingly enjoyable.... Sydd was tempted....tempted to ask Nika to simply walk round the room.... The stilettoed gait was fluid and smooth....the pumping of the hips swung that cock from side to side; the breasts were given a gentle rhythm all their own.... Nika sat.... The short, tight skirt slid over her hips and bunched slightly and smoothly between them and the wide belt.... Her positioning at the bottom of the chaise meant that she needed to spread her thighs and bend her knees ever so much....the beauty of her cock standing between those thighs, glistening as pearls leaked from it and the coolness of the white leather chaise kissed her balls and pudenda, pushing the bronze shaft and copper-colored head further into the space between she and Sydd.... Sydd couldn't resist. She locked her cobalt lenses on Nika's hazel eyes. She reached out with a black, kid-gloved hand, let the open palm slid across the leaking eye of the cock-head, and glide to a space on the shaft just below the crown....there, she encircled it—thumb, and forefinger, and then, the remaining three digits—smoothly and firmly closing on all that cock....choking more blood into its beautiful head.... The grip, and then the smooth, lubricated upward motion, made Nika wince....her lips parted...her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned.... Sydd slid down the chaise....and in slow motion, the big cat pounced.... Her mouth covered Nika's full, opened lips as she gently, yet firmly, pumped and twisted the hot, throbbing flesh in her hand....She purred into Nika's mouth while Nika fought to contain a growl that was deep-seated in her throat—the force of her fingers gripping the chaise's leather and left their own indentations.... Involuntarily, Nika's hips rose and fell to the rhythm of Sydd's manipulations.... Sydd's tongue pumped Nika's mouth to the beat of her strokes on that glowing, slick cock....the tongue slid from mouth to earlobe; earlobe to ear....the whisper: 'Give it to me, Babi.... Give it to mami, Little Bitch....' 'Yessssssssss.... Yesssssss,' Nika panted hoarsely as she pumped up into Sydd's gloved fist.... Sydd, back in that ear: 'Cum for me.... Cum for me, Bitch....' Twisting thick, sweet cock, coaxing sap from that tight root ball.... 'Cum on now.... Give mami that cream....' Nika was eager to please.... She slicked Sydd's palm with her precum; the head of her cock playing hide-and-seek in that gloved fist.... Sydd's tongue traced a trail from earlobe to neck, from neck to collarbone....from the wells on either side of the collar she descended to the dark circles that surrounded the nipples.... She let her tongue mark their perimeter before she opened her mouth wide, brought her teeth back and allowed her entire mouth to encircle the aureole, her lips and lipstick a scarlet ring on the bronze disk that edged copper skin.... Sydd sucked the aureole—it's entire circular expanse—while her tongue lashed the thick dark nipple.... All the while, Nika's ass was suspended by her need to pump that hot, gloved fist.... From nipples to navel...first licks, then sucks.... Nika anticipated a mouth elsewhere....Sydd anticipate her anticipation and stopped short....twisted and pumped....down the entire length of that hot shaft....spit on that swollen magenta head...thought she heard it sizzle as it hit...saw Nika wince.....pumped down and twisted, once...twice, and Nika gave way.... Cum jerked from that slit...shot up like a white-tailed comet...arced, then fell back to the flat plain of Nika belly....hit the shiny buckle of the wide belt....thick cream continued to ooze, sealing the space between cock-shaft and glove fingers....Sydd teased the super-sensitive head; made Nika's hips twist and jump more....tightening her grip as she leaned to scoop fresh cum from Nika's navel.... The fist that had imprisoned the cock in ecstasy moved to Nika's mouth....Nika's lips sought the webbed space between thumb and forefinger and sucked the 'caviar' from its ledge.... *** Sydd's cock was super-hard.... *** Chapter 6: Slapping Leather/Lathering Up Super-hard is an understatement.... Sydd pushed Nika to her feet...she tottered for a moment before Sydd seized her by the wide belt and pulled her into her lap.... Nika's cum-slicked cock slid against Sydd's and then slapped wetly between Sydd's thighs where she 'locked' it in place.... Face-down, ass-up, in Sydd's lap, Sydd began a little: 'So....you're a bad bitch, huh, Ms Nika?.... Let's see how a bad bitch works this....' Sydd popped the clasp on her three-inch wide leather belt and pulled it round her waist with the motion of flowing water....her forearm was just below Nika's shoulder blades as she folded the leather in half and grasped it by clasp and buckle.... Nika swiveled her neck....wide eyes caught Sydd's action in a fluid motion that saw the opposite forearm fulcrum at the elbow in a sharp, crisp movement that concussed like a gunshot—'POW! POW! POW!—in quick, staccato succession, like raindrops falling on her ass.... 'OW! OW! SHIT, BITCH! SHIT!...shit....shiiiiiiiit....' The last one a sign of submission...and pleasure as her cock hardened again in the small, tight space between Sydd's boot cuff and smooth of Cuban-heeled nylon...then Nika began to rock and rut to the rain.... The copper ass was even redder when Sydd dropped the belt. The tool had served its purpose...time to 'specialize' now.... without missing a beat—literally—Sydd pulled a plastic vial of oil from her bag of tricks and lubricated Nika's glowing cheeks.... Nika was still pinioned but she had given up resistance long ago.... She was too busy enjoying the heat radiating from her ass and grinding to the surprise of her resurrected hard-on to consider struggling—she was prisoner to pleasure.... Sydd used her free hand to smooth the oil over those magnificently burnished cheeks....she used the gloved hand like a polishing cloth on a favorite heirloom—evening out the finish and making sure that every surface was slicked and every crevice was full.... Then, the open kid palm came down—once, twice, three, four times.... Nika jerked and twisted...she howled, then quieted after the fifth stroke...after tears rolled down her cheeks and snot hung on her pretty upper lip....after she had cum—again—on the lace top of Sydd's very expensive, Cuban-heeled, stocking.... *** Sydd yanked Nika to her feet again.... 'Go clean yourself up! Be quick about it! I don't want to be kept waiting....' Sydd said in almost a whisper.... Nika tried to move as quickly as weak legs would carry her....for good reason as she fought to restrain herself from licking her snot-covered lip.... Sydd was still hard.... *** It rose from Sydd's thighs like some Egyptian monument—an obelisk of leaking, polished ebony.... Nika clicked back down the hall from the bath....her face clean, glowing almost like her ass....she stopped at the entrance to the living room and just took it all in.... The pitch was smooth and underhanded....Nika's reaction was automatic; reflexive; instinctive: she snagged the tube of lipstick in mid-air.... The tube was thick and heavy....the scent wafted to her nose even though it was still capped....she uncapped it to find a bright, shiny red dick-head staring at her....she licked her lips and smiled.... 'Well...?' Nika stroked the tube, twisted its base and watched the thick, red pillar climb from its chromed enclosure....she licked her lips once again and resisted the desire too go down on the tube.... Then she began her application.... She was stopped in mid stroke.... 'So...are you still inclined to kneel?....' Nika's response was to drop to her knees a foot or so from that jutting cock....there, she resumed applying the lipstick.... *** Art. Art. Pure art....Nika putting on lipstick. The act is missionary, as in 'on a mission'.... She has been given an 'assignment,' a 'case'....a 'mission'... and its one eye blindly stares at her and drools.... She is passion's assassin.... The first coat glazes the lips and the color shimmers....the tongue flickers to smooth and gloss and tease.... The art of painting these lips is as much about performance as it is about color....Nika paints to excite, and Sydd is excited.... The second coat....a layering.... A certain fullness to already full lips....an 'appeal'....literally a 'call' from a candy-enameled mouth: 'fuck me'.... Coat number three.....Sydd's cock is straining....it is pushing upward so much so that it aches....Nika knows her craft....Coat number three, adding depth to fullness....an invitation; the promise of the hot, deep recess that lay beyond the exquisite portal of these beautiful lips....the threat: 'this mouth WILL fuck you.... The gloss seals the enameling....lips that are thick, are thicker—incredibly so...shimmering...embossed on a face that like the lips and mouth beckons...summons: 'fuck me'....that insinuates: 'I WILL fuck u...' *** Sydd crooks a finger....then settles back on her elbows into the softness of the chaise's leather.... Nika begins her approach....on all fours....another big cat in the room....her own cock with a slight fullness that pushes precum from its slit....a sign that she is eager and ready....truly 'up' to the task.... 'rising to the occasion....' Cat-tongue licks lips, then the head of that huge ebonied shaft....Sydd—in a mystical haze—is convinced that Nika's theatrics have made her even bigger—if that is at all possible.... And big it was...more appropriately, 'huge'.... The knotted, silk bow was working its wonders....Sydd preferred it to the various cock-rings she had sported. It possessed a particular ease of 'application': it was easy to get on and off....and more importantly, it was 'adjustable'—she could loosen or tighten it as needed.... At the moment, it was perfection....and so was her cock.... Big. Huge. Thick. Drooling...actually 'slobbering' might be a more apt description....precum oozing from the slit in big, thick dollops....clear pearls clearing the slit, rounding that mauved head then beginning a slow, laborious descent down all that shaft. Leaving a translucent trail of slickness... The tongue-tip attacked the pearls at their source, darting at the slit...and then a broad sweep across the crown of Sydd's cock....then the futile effort to intercept the streams that made their way to the base of those smoothly shaved balls....there was simply too much precum...too much goodness...being invisibly pumped from the base of that cock for Nika to have it all...greedy girl.... Greedy girl.... Greedy girl, indeed....Nika made to trap that big, black beautiful pillar in her fist.... Sydd cocked an eyebrow; lashes fluttered: 'Unh. Unh. Unh.... Put your hands behind your back, Sweetheart....go ahead.... Nothing but face, right now.... Show Mami how talented that mouth is....make the most of such beautiful lips and tongue....' Sydd breathed.... The locked arms forced a back arch....angled a face and mouth for an unexpected, upward thrust.... Sydd's cock-head forced pass the smoothness of lacquered lips—was grated slightly by a perfect set of teeth—before Nika recovered, ovaled and tightened her lips...seizing the head of Sydd's cock and holding it fast between the palate and floor of her mouth.... She raised her eyes.... She wanted to catch the reaction, before....and after... After she began to merciless lash and flog Sydd's captured cock-head with the broadness of her tongue....using the taste-buds to rake tender flesh....inciting Sydd to an involuntary pumping while precluding all movement into her mouth with the tight clamp of her lips and the strength of her neck muscles.... Nika had been here before...she was more than proficient in this act...she was expert.... One might have thought she had invented it.... Arms self-pinioned; intertwined at the wrists; interlaced fingers locked....biceps jacked at the shoulder and forearms straightened....Nika was angled....and from here she dove....into a self-induced gag-reflex.... Sydd jerked as the pressure on the head of her cock was suddenly released and as it bottomed and slammed against the back of Nika's throat—all without Sydd's volition—it was Nika's doing....Nika's doing over, and over again....all to the same set of reactions.... Sydd would jerk and twist and whine as her cock slid through the front portal of Nika's lips to crash against the back of Nika's throat....Nika would gag—would force herself to gag as she took all that cock in her throat, time after time.... And with each dive a thick, white cream would ooze from the corners of her mouth around Sydd's thick, hard cock and slowly, very slowly flow down the shaft, until overcome by its own volume and weight, it took the proportions of a slow moving avalanche... The corners of Nika's mouth and her chin were covered with the froth of a precum cream and spittle.... Lubricant...sex oil, that greased Sydd's pole; made it accommodating for the furnace of Nika's mouth. Her lips of flame flecked with the proof of her 'work'—her 'steel-maker' (yesssss...she knew how to make cock hard....), and her 'metal-melter' (she was about to make Sydd's hard, hard steel wilt in the presence of her heat; about to draw out its white hot, molten 'lava').... For every twist of that gorgeous mouth, and equal and opposite twist—involuntary—of those strong, powerful hips....a whine that might have been construed as pain in another context, that was clearly pleasure here....a back-throat moan, muffled by the liquid swish of a pumping organ through the vacuum-seal of plush, hot lips.... Nika pursed those lips even tighter...as tight as possible.... She could feel the blood flow being restricted—and with that other liquid.... Like a contortionist, she pulled her arms further behind her and further up over her head...making her back arc even more...opening her throat even more...to accommodate love.... She pushed her pretty face down to the point where her nose grazed Sydd's pubes and caught the sweet, perfumed scent of her naked, shaved crotch.... Her bottom lip caught the top of Sydd's ball-sack....in a word she was engorged as she swiveled her skull around the hard flesh of Sydd's cock.... The end came in this way—just the way that Nika intended—Sydd pleaded against the pleasure....pleaded for release. No shrieking, or hollering—just the low, deep, guttural moans of a very big cat rutting.... Rutting against the equally throaty moans of another rutting cat—just as big.... The final twist....hot cum geysered to the back of Nika's throat, scorching it.... Sydd thrashed.... Nika clamped...and sucked...hard.... Sydd fought for breath....her lids fluttered....she was somewhere beyond consciousness when Nika released her from her mouth, climbed up her body and forced her lips apart with a hot, slick tongue and share cream with her.... Sydd could feel all of Nika hot hardness on her thigh....and gentle, yet persistent insistence that dropped to the crack of her ass....a heat that caused her rosebud to pucker.... *** Chapter 7: Slapping Leather The kiss was long and languid...probing tongues, dueling...mouth-serpents intertwined.... Nika drew back, a glint in her eyes.... She reached behind her, never taking her eyes off Sydian.... Her free hand located her lipstick and gloss....she started her ritual all over again....coating and re-coating...lacquered sheen upon lacquered sheen....the sight sent electricity up Sydd's groin....Nika's own coppered column full-masted.... Nika's lips, soft, full, yet hard-glossed....she passed the tube and gloss to Sydd.... Sydd made her on lavish application, using Nika's eyes as mirrors. She only stopped when Nika licked her own lips in anticipation.... They caught themselves in the mirror....lips, bright beacons in smoldering, dark faces.... Sydd's hand dropped to Nika's thighs and seized on the wonder waiting there.... She stroked and milked it and it grew even more.... Time for Nika's lids to flutter again; for her breath to get shallower....then, she pushed Sydd's slick hand away.... She grabbed Sydd's tight hips just below the waist and flipped her onto her hands and knees on the chaise.... Sydd knew the routine and was thankful for it.... Nika milked her own cock, and then Sydd's....she smoothed the oil over the tight, muscular cheeks of Sydd's ass.... *** 'WHACK!'....open hand against ass-flesh.... Nika said nothing.... 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!'.... Nika kept at it until her own hand stung and burned....the darkness of Sydd's ass went deepest magenta....her balls swung with every stroke, and with every stroke her cock hardened and danced more.... Sydd buried her head in a pillow and sobbed her pleasure—careful not to muss her make-up....(narcissistic bitch....) Nika measured the heat from Sydd's ass and decided to apply the 'balm'.... The kisses were gentle....intermittent licks over the stings....licks down the crack of that magnificent, sculptured, muscular black ass....and then....then, the sliding, slipping into Sydd's sweet, dark asshole.... The anticipation as she bucked back, and then settled to have her ass seriously tongue-fucked.... Nika reached through Sydd's parted thighs and grasped ten or eleven inches of expanding fullness and trapped its thick slickness in her fist....rhythmically, she stroked it to the pulse of her tongue as it thrust in and out of Sydian's ass-hole.... Sydd could only hum....hum as she humped that tongue.... Nika came up for air.... 'You like that, Mami?' she cooed.... Sydd nodded, her head side-ways and buried in the cushion.... 'Mmmmmm-huh,' all breathless.... Nika sucked two fingers; coated them liberally with spit, then inserted then without so much as thought or warning.... Sydd's screech was muffled into the pillow.... She bucked...came back on the digits...felt knuckles pop her sphincter as she came to rest on the ridge of bone at the top of the fist.... She raised herself to give Nika a glazed, ecstatic glare and then began to rock on the two long digits up her ass-hole....humming softly as she rocked.... Nika proceeded to kiss that pretty black ass all the while she finger-fucked it....reaching, every so often to glance fingers over the head of Sydian's thick cock to gloss it with its own sap.... Sydd's impulse was to truly fuck Nika's fingers....she pounded back against the knuckles of that fist and moaned....then.... 'POW!'.... Nika started the spanking again.... Sydd moaned...bit her lip....tears flowed softly, and she rode harder.... Sydd turned her head to the side....she caught sight of Nika's thick cock...hard, leaking...wishing for a tongue...lips...a mouth.... Nika had other ideas.... As quickly as she had thrust her fingers up Sydd's ass-hole, she withdrew them.... Another 'pop!'...like love-beads as the knuckles drug through the sphincter.... With this disengagement, Sydd truly wanted to cry...she bit into her lip again....watched Nika from the corner of her eye.... Nika pulled out a Magnum....tore the foil with her fine teeth....and rolled it over all her thickness....she brought up the tube of lube and allowed it to 'leak' all over her pole.... She watched Sydd watching her....