SYDNEY SAVAGE

Tender Flesh Buffet

by PJ

 

"Are you sure you're up for this?" asked Abbey Chase, hiking up the hem of her sleek, silver gown in her ascent up the mansion's front stair.

"Sure, Abbey, no sweat," grinned Sydney, resplendent in her own black Chinese dress that was buttoned snug across her breasts with golden dragons slithering down the slit left side and along the hemline.

"You just seem tense, you've been that way ever since we got in the rental limo," whispered Abbey out of the corner of her mouth before she handed the stone-faced security guard her engraved invitation.

Sydney didn't reply, she simply waited her turn to hand over her invitation. Waved through by the rifle-armed guard, Sydney trailed a little behind Abbey so she wouldn't have to answer her partner's question. Sydney's blue eyes strayed down Abbey's body that swayed in its shining silver second skin, Abbey's ass was very well-defined by the sleek satin, the gown was so tight each taut buttock was clearly outlined. Sydney bit her lower lip and jerked her eyes up, she intently examined the golden light fixtures of the hallway they walked through, the huge oil paintings of famous castle sieges, the condescending glares of the mansion's former masters framed in ornate bronze and gold. Sydney admitted to herself that she had waited too long. She had been sucking off Valerie's brother, Victor, for weeks, but she had gone without the boy's jizz for several days now, ashamed of what she had to do to keep from falling apart, despising the erotic need that parched her lips and flushed her body. Sydney's vision blurred briefly, she halted, swaying slightly in her black heels, feeling faint and light-headed.

"Sydney!" hissed Abbey, marching back to Syd and peering up into Sydney's heavy-lidded eyes.

"I'm fine," murmured Sydney, rubbing her forehead, then looking up to meet Abbey's sharp stare. "Let's go."

Abbey looked at Sydney askance, but nodded and led the way down the enormous hall of the manor. Liveried servants opened the tall, double doors of the ballroom for Abbey and Sydney, the two young women entered a chamber the size of a football field, the ceiling domed and gilded with shining gold, glittering chandeliers hung above the gracefully spinning dancers.

"We'll mingle for a little while, then we'll make our play," whispered Abbey.

Sydney nodded and followed Abbey down the ivory stairs to the edge of the polished dance floor. A servant walked by holding up a tray laden with fluted crystal glasses of wine, Abbey accepted one, and handed another to Syd. Sydney watched Abbey work the room to her left, chatting with nobles and ladies from Europe's most powerful aristocracy, giggling and smiling radiantly. Sydney looked down at her shimmering glass of wine, she drained the glass in two swallows, then placed it on the tray of another passing servant.

"You seem as jaded as I am to these farces," observed a tall, blonde-maned man in a dazzling white suit and scarlet sash.

Sydney spun to face the stranger, her cheeks were glowing crimson, her wine-moist lips pouting.

The blonde man's expression became admiring. "You are a rare beauty! I am Sir Thomas."

"Sydney," breathed Syd, allowing the tall knight to take her limp right hand and kiss her knuckles.

"Good evening, Lady Sydney," smiled Thomas wolfishly. "Would you care for another glass of wine?"

When Sydney nodded, the muscular noble beckoned to a wandering servant girl. Thomas gallantly offered Sydney a glass of wine filled to the brim, Sydney took it and drank deeply.

"The view of the grounds from the balcony is quite nice, would you like to see it, Lady Sydney?"

Sydney let Thomas take her right hand and lead her along the edge of the crowded dance floor to the far end of the ballroom. They turned right and walked through a narrow hallway, a door to Sydney's left opened out onto a short, stone balcony that looked out over a sprawling green lawn.

Sydney leaned against the waist-high stone railing and drained her glass. Thomas stood behind Sydney, hands resting on Syd's slender shoulders.

"See? Didn't I tell you the view was nice?" whispered Thomas behind Sydney's right ear, his strong hands stroking Syd's arms, then dropping lightly onto Sydney's shapely buttocks.

Sydney didn't utter a sound while the blonde noble fondled her ass, his breathing loud behind Syd, his fingers crushing her tight cheeks, tugging on them. Thomas caressed Sydney's left leg that was exposed through the slit of her black dress, he stroked the back of her thigh, then reached between her legs, groped her crotch. Sydney leaned back into Thomas, she moaned softly and reached down with her right hand, rubbing his cock through his trousers. The noble was panting into the back of Sydney's neck when she unzipped his pants and grasped his stiff prick, slipping her fingers back and forth along the veined shaft. It didn't take long for Sydney to milk several droplets of semen from the gasping noble's cock, she pulled her hand from the blonde man's trousers, brought her glistening fingers to her lips and licked the cream from her slim digits.

"Sydney!" exclaimed Abbey, hands pressed on hips as she glared at Syd.

"F..forgive me!" stammered the terrified noble, jerking up the zipper of his white trousers and racing past Abbey back to the ballroom.

"What the hell are you doing out here, giving some jerk a hand-job?" glared Abbey, leaning her face close to Sydney's.

Sydney still had one finger in her mouth, she ran her tongue along it to catch every precious drop of cum, but it wasn't enough, she yearned for more.

"I..I can't go through with the mission," admitted Sydney, looking out over the grounds of the manor, her fingers trembling at her waist, her skin hot.

"Are you sick? Is it something from your time in that Hammer prison?" asked Abbey softly, lightly stroking Sydney's flushed right cheek.

"Abbey..," murmured Syd, turning away from the lawn to meet her friend's eyes.

Abbey smiled, then her eyes widened when Sydney kissed her on the mouth, lips sticky and warm.

"What..!" gasped Abbey, backing away from Syd.

"When I was a prisoner of Hammer..I..I fed from Major Maxim's cock, I sucked him off every day, it was the only way I could survive without food or water," confessed Sydney, drawing close to Abbey, rubbing her nose in Abbey's golden hair. "When Major Maxim helped me escape, I found out I still need cum, if I don't swallow any I start getting weaker, I might even die."

"Sydney..," whispered Abbey, horrified by her friend's explanation.

"I was using Victor lately, but I..I just stopped, I couldn't look at him after I drank his cum, I just wanted to die."

"How do you feel now? Can you make it out of here?"

"No," said Sydney, shaking her head. "I can barely stand now. Just leave without me, I'll find that fop who was groping me and get what I need."

Abbey left the balcony briefly to close and lock the balcony door. She returned to the ledge where Sydney hung her head, tears welling in her blue eyes.

"Do what you have to do," smiled Abbey, resting her bottom on the balcony railing.

Sydney wiped her hand across her eyes, then grinned back at Abbey and knelt down on the balcony floor. Sydney took the hem that ran along the open slit of Abbey's silver gown and peeled the long, shimmering skirt away from Abbey's slim, pale thighs. Sydney ran her palms up Abbey's legs, Abbey sighed and watched Sydney caress her sleek limbs.

"You weren't wearing any underwear?" grinned Sydney, running her right hand over Abbey's naked pussy.

"I couldn't in this gown, I can barely breathe in it!" giggled Abbey, her cheeks scarlet from Sydney's caressing touch upon her fuzzy, blonde sex.

"Mmm, your pussy smells nice," murmured Sydney before she started licking Abbey's snatch, tongue slipping over labia and soft, golden pubic hair.

"Uhhh, flattery will get you everywhere," moaned Abbey, lips quivering, breasts straining underneath her skin-tight gown as she clutched the smooth rail of the balcony with both hands.

Sydney stroked Abbey's warm thighs, raising her palms to her friend's small, tight buttocks while she lapped on Abbey's tender cunt. Sydney spat onto Abbey's pussy, making it wet and glistening in the moonlight before she buried her mouth in Abbey's hole, tongue rolling inside the young woman's vagina, teasing, tasting.

Abbey began bucking against Sydney's face, she slipped her fingers into Syd's soft, brown hair, writhing against the railing, short blonde mane swaying in the cool, night air.

Sydney shifted from a kneel to a squat, reaching underneath her own dress to stroke her damp cunt. Syd pulled aside her black silk panties and buried two fingers in her slit, shoving them up repeatedly while she slurped on Abbey's puffy twat, saliva and honey dripping down her chin.

"S..stop for a second," gasped Abbey, pressing a palm to her perspiring brow.

Sydney pulled her face away from Abbey's sweet-smelling crotch, she removed her thrusting digits from her own pussy and stuck them inside her mouth, sucking her own nectar through lips wet with Abbey's sticky juices. Abbey bit her lower lip and reached behind herself, unzipping her tight gown. Smiling, Sydney reached for the buttons of her dress. Naked, Abbey pushed Sydney onto her back, then she turned around and squatted down on top of Syd's face.

Sydney grasped Abbey's ass that hung above her and squeezed the luscious mounds as she resumed sucking on Abbey's throbbing cunt. Abbey moaned and pinched her nipples, grinding her crotch over Sydney's hungry mouth, thick honey oozing from her sex into Syd's slurping lips. Releasing her pliant tits, Abbey laid her naked body over Sydney's, spreading open Syd's long legs and nuzzling against Sydney's swollen cunt, tongue lapping over Syd's tender clit. Both naked women writhed against each other, bodies shining with sweat in the silver moonlight, soft moans coming from their lips when they weren't devouring each other's cunts, licking, kissing, drinking rivulets of nectar.

Abbey raised her flushed face from Sydney's shivering crotch, honey soaking her gasping lips. Abbey's bare ass was bouncing, her thighs quaked as Sydney tongued her pussy faster and faster, bringing her sweating body to the brink, then over with a frame-shuddering climax. Abbey moaned huskily, rubbing her left cheek against Sydney's raised, inner left thigh as she felt Sydney drinking from her pussy, consuming all the flowing juices from her quivering, drenched vagina.

***

"Mission accomplished!" giggled Abbey, brandishing the data disk they had stolen from the manor's locked study.

Sydney looked out the rear view window of the departing limo. "Security doesn't have a clue."

"Because we're the best!" beamed Abbey.

Sydney settled back in her seat and looked at Abbey, blushing lightly. "Thanks..for helping me out back there."

Abbey's own face flushed a little. "Hey, that's what friends are for."

The two young women sat silently for awhile. Abbey looked up at the opaque window separating them from the driver.

"You think he could see us through that?"

"No, why?"

"Would..you like another drink?"

Sydney smiled slowly. Abbey grinned and hiked up her shimmering gown. Without hesitation, Sydney pressed her face between Abbey's sleek thighs.

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