1 comments/ 52226 views/ 1 favorites Longings By: AndiAnders Warm, musky air greeted Rick's nostrils. At the top of the stairs, before he even approached the room, he identified the scent. So did the stirring between his legs. The rich smell of human desire spilled from the bedroom into the club's second floor hallway. Rick craned his neck to get a view inside the room. He couldn't see through the people, though. There were too many of them between him and the center of their attention. Scanning the crowd, he spotted his friend Bill on one side. Rick excused his way along the wall to reach his friend. On his way, he got a clear view of the woman everyone was watching. Black cloth cuffs circled her wrists, a matching pair held her ankles. She lay on her back, the sole occupant of the restraint bed. Hearing her breathing deepen, Rick's steps slowed. His own breathing became rapid, shallow, and the center of his desire swelled at the sound of her gasps. He stared as a wave of contractions rippled through her body. He knew his own body now added to the musk permeating the room. Two more steps brought Rick next to his friend. With a nudge of his elbow, he said, "What's up, Bill?" "Like you don't know!" Bill teased, pointing towards Rick's nether regions and its obviously upright response. "Hey, you're no better," Rick retorted, also looking down, but towards Bill himself. "You know how I get off on watching a great lady," Bill murmured, eyes riveted on two breasts heaving with the motion of her labored breaths. Rick joined his friend in silent admiration. The woman's gasps turned to squeals, and she uttered one small scream as her body contorted once again. Rick leaned to one side and caught a glimpse of the man touching the captive woman. The gray haired man slid his fingers very lightly over the area exposed between her legs. His field of interest was outlined by dark, curly hair. Rick looked up at his friend, again. "He's got her into multiples, huh?" he said. "Ever since I got here, yeah," Bill replied. The woman's quick breaths eased off, and Rick looked back to see why. The man's hands now caressed their way up his lady's belly. "Oh, time for a little teasing, I see," Rick commented. He wondered if he would have the presence of mind to ever remove his hand from her rosy center once he had gotten responses like he had just seen. "Not necessarily," Bill said. "Watch." Bill never took his eyes off the couple. Puzzled, Rick scowled, but followed his friend's suggestion. His scowl only intensified as he watched. The man continued his strokes until he reached the woman's nipples. There he concentrated a bevy of small movements. The woman's moans grew louder. Within seconds, she again curled up in an explosive reaction. "My god, without even touching her cunt," breathed Rick. "I know," seconded Bill, eyes glued to the glow of the woman's naked skin. Both of the men's mouths sagged open, their tongues unconsciously licking their lips as the man took a nipple into his own mouth. His other hand stayed on the nipple's mate as he played with the toys his date provided. She groaned and tried to catch her breath. Faster and faster her breathing came, and then her whole body came as well. Rick's face screwed itself up, and he turned to his friend again. "Wait," he said, "haven't I been here like only five minutes? And this is her fourth time?" "Susan says she counted 150 before you ever got here," Bill answered, nodding his head towards a woman to the right of them. "How long was that?" Rick asked, incredulous. "I've been here about a half hour. I think Susan was here forty-five minutes before that," Bill answered. Making calculations in his head, he said, "You mean, like 100 cums an hour?" Bill nodded, still drooling over what the man held in his mouth. "But she's still cumming now!" Bill just nodded again, his attention too involved to explain anything more. Rick looked back as the woman's gasps died down and her breathing evened out. He watched the man move along her shoulder, down her arm, and onto her palm. There his fingers made slow, light circles, stopping now and then to make tickling movements. The woman began to moan again. "Her HAND?" Rick stared in amazement. His dick stiffened. If you could just hold this woman's HAND to get her started, then what would it be like to be inside her? His dick sprung even higher at the thought. As the woman's hips leaped in the spasm that followed, he saw the light reflect on the wet surface of her cunt. He reached down to soothe the ache that grew as his dick began to throb. "I think I'll go ask if I can have a turn," Rick said, imagining that the man could have her hands and her tits, if he could just have that juicy cunt. After all, she was tied down. She was ripe for the taking. "No go," Bill said sadly. "What?" asked Rick. "He won't let anyone else touch her." "What?" Rick said again. His longing for the woman refused to believe what he had heard. "He says they're novices, their first time here. We can watch if we want, but no one else touches her," Bill explained. Disappointment raged alongside his longing. His dick stretched to an uncomfortable state. Liquid began to drip from its tip. "Shit, Bill, Marilyn's off with that dude Bruce. I can't get to her for another half hour, at least." Rick fairly whimpered in his plight. "He's moving again," Bill said. If he had noticed his friend's predicament, he gave no indication of it. Both men watched as the man slid his hands across his lady's palms one more time and then up onto her belly. He continued those circular, light strokes, around and around the soft roundness of her middle. "Think he can do it even there?" Rick asked. "I'd believe anything with this woman," Bill gaped. It was only a minute before their guess was confirmed. The woman's groans became short pants and the familiar paroxysm of fulfillment rocked her body again. "No wonder Susan lost count," Rick muttered. He was ashamed of the jealousy that gripped him, but he very much wanted to feel that pussy pulsing around his bulging cock. He knew she would be excellent for what ailed him. Oh, to hear one of her screams at the thrusts of his dick! Any woman that wild would milk his fucker dry. Lost in his own daydream, Rick missed what the man did next. But he saw that the man had one hand in her pussy and his other wound through his lady's long, dark hair. He caressed her hair and her head. Her eyes rolled back, her head lolled to one side, and she smiled contentedly. But then the man kissed her. Even muffled, her moans carried audibly across the crowd. He held her head so she could not escape his lips, his tongue. She pulled against the restraints. Rick saw black Velcro straps dig into soft, white flesh. The same way the woman hungered to reach her lover, Rick hungered to plunge inside her. He could imagine her slick juices covering him while her hot cunt throbbed around him. He held tightly to his dick, wishing there were warm, wet place to stick it right now. A tight, slippery envelope to surround it, to empty it. The woman screamed through her mate's mouth, and Rick saw the chuckle that rippled through him. Just then, the man lifted his head and happened to look in Rick's direction. Rick's heart sunk at what he saw there. When their eyes met, Rick read the man perfectly. "Mine," the silent man said with all his being. "She's agreed to be all mine." Longings This is a story written as if in a dream... a fantasy... a fantasy of a man who has been away from his wife for months together... the man and his wife are working in separate cities... And the man is about to be united with his wife 6 days later... This story of mine deals with the acute physical longings translated into acts of fantasy that the man sees while he is sitting on his porch on a balmy Sunday afternoon... * * * * * Sweet, when I reach there on the long leave that we both have been looking forward to, I know that you would be going to office for the first 3 days... I won't mind... I would generally take care of you... Help you with the household chores, prepare your meals, have lunch with you and walking you back to work. And after that I would return home. To sleep. To rest. To keep myself ready, fresh and rejuvenated. For the hectic activities afterwards. When I am there, each and everyday, I want to take a bath with you. You would be wearing a bra and and a panty... hmm... let me see how you would be looking at that point of time... Umm... well... Your feline beauty would be accentuated by the black bra... once wet, it would fit smugly around your breasts, bringing to light the firmness of the same. The nipples would jutt outwards... there would be wisps of pubic hair, peaking out from underneath your panty... in all the perfect impression of a wild untamed spirit encased in an exquisitely civilized body. And when you come back home, I would be hungrily kissing you all the way from the main door of the house, across the drive to your flat. By the time we reach your flat, I can sure you that you would be having a swollen upper lip. Once we are inside your flat, you would be expecting me to take you there and then. But then would come the surprise! I will slowly turn you around. I will hug you from the back. You would be able to feel my manhood pressing hard into your soft behind. Warm, hard and big. I will kiss the top of your head. On the hair. I will let it lose. It will cascade all over my face... I will smell it... My want for you... body and soul... would increase manifold. I will slowly lift the hair and kiss the nape of your neck... the part where the hair finishes and your golden olive skin is bright and prominent... You will shiver and tighten your grip on my arms around you. I will kiss you slowly, working my way down to your collarbone. And then I will turn you around. I will kiss your forehead, eyes, nose, lips, ears and then the neck, working down to the cleavage, the start of which, would be visible from outside. I will stop there. You will by then be shivering with anticipation. I will pick you up in my arms and take you to the bedroom, where I will put you on the bed. Slowly, ever so slowly, I will undress you. The buttons would come off from your shirt, one by one. Followed by the shirt, from your body. Your 36 inch breasts, the twin mounds of delight, would stare at me, encased within the black push up bra that I gifted you the last birthday. I will slowly unbutton your black trousers. Unzip them. Peel them off. The Mount of Venus would be in front of my eyes, covered in the sheer black G String panty. I will probably be dripping inside my jeans. I will kiss you. On the neck. The base. And downwards. Till I reach the bra. I will unhook it. The dark nipples will spring free. Awaiting my mouth. Awaiting to be sucked. And nibbled. I will slowly kiss and lick in concentric circles on your left breast. Reducing the radius with each lick. BY this time the nipple will be as hard as marble. Standing erect. A testimony to the little organ that you have inside you which often clasps me when I am inside. And then, all of a sudden, I would take the nipple in my mouth and bite it with my lips. You will arch backwards and your nails will be streaking against my chest. You will push my head harder down on your breasts. Imploring me to take them both in my mouth at the same time, suck them, roll the nipples with my tongue and pull them hard. So hard that you cry out in ecstasy. I would repeat the same exercise with your right breast. I will lick your tummy. Slowly. Downwards. Towards the G String that would already be moist and heady with the aroma of your wetness. A very very wet lick. You will have goose pimples all over you. I will peel off your panties and you will be visible to me. All of you. Wet, dripping, alive and throbbing with pleasant anticipation. You will get a long leisurely lick... from the tip of your clitoris to the extreme end of your vagina. Your clit would be distended. Swollen and looking at me. Waiting to be taken into my mouth. Waiting to be licked. Waiting to be sucked. Waiting to be eaten. I will lick your clit. Toy it with my tongue. Take it in my mouth. Chew it with my lips. You will be really wet by this time. Cum will ooze out from your cunt and drip down along your left leg. The room would be musky with the smell of your sex. And then, not being able to bear it any further, you will grope for my penis. Wanting to squeeze it and feel the warmth of all of the 8 inches that it will be by this time. And dripping cum at the end. You will grasp it and guide me inside you. Inside your warm wet loveliness. And once inside, those tiny little hands inside you will hold my penis and guide it further down. And when I am totally inside, I will lie still. Savoring the feeling. And time would stand still too. And then I will ride you. Long strokes at first, coming out of you nearly all the way and then going in once again. Till we both are in a state of frenzy. On your urge, I will increase the tempo. Become a stallion. Making love as if there is no tomorrow. Once tired, you will change positions and ride atop me, like a hammer and I will try and grab the gyrating breasts of yours dangling temptingly just above my face. And then I will come inside you. Every last drop. Totally. Not a drop will be wasted. Sheer ecstasy. And, spent, we will hug each other and talk of all the things under the sun. most of which will not make any sense. Till we both drift off to a dreamless sleep. Outside the birds will be chirping... the sun will slowly be rising... another day... in paradise. Longings of the Heart ... she sits in the window seat her forehead leaning against the cool glass, her dark green eyes not really taking in the bustle of the people below her, her mind distracted by the ache in her heart. her Master had been gone for so long already, a few phone calls when he could... always short and brief but enough to let her know He was thinking of her too, how much longer would He be gone she wondered. These business trips were always quick and unexpected often taking days or weeks to finish. He had already been gone for so long... sighing she draws her knees up wrapping her arms around them laying her head down on them staring out the window till her eyelids grow heavy and she drifts into slumber... she is awakened by the door opening then slamming shut, she jumps her head swinging to the door a smile curving her lips as she sees who it is... jumping down from the seat she practically flies over to Him... 'Master, i am so happy to see You. ' He opens His arms for her as she glides into them like a ship into port knowing there is no other place she would rather be. she snuggles her head into the crook of His neck inhaling His scent... smiling as it smells like heaven to her. He looks down at her 'did you miss Me, sweet?' He chuckles. she looks up to Him a playful gleam in her eyes as she replies 'hardly knew You were gone, Master. ' He swats her on the ass playfully knowing how hard these trips are on her. He sweeps her up into His arms carrying her off to the bedroom, laying her down on T/their king-size bed. His hands traveling over her body, gentling rubbing her all over. He leans down brushing His lips against hers, she returns the kiss hungrily having missed His touch, His warmth, the sense of belonging she has when she is with Him. her lips part under His as His tongue slides into her mouth exploring it like the first time slowly not missing an inch, her tongue sliding over His, the room fills with T/their moans of pleasure. she squirms underneath Him arching her body to His begging for His touch, wanting and needing more. He pulls back propping His head up on one arm, 'did you want something, sweets?' He asked. she looked up to Him her gaze darkened by her passion for Him. 'yes, Master, i want You,' is her reply as one hand idly drifts over His chest. Lower her hand moves sneaking up under the hem of His shirt pulling the shirt higher, her finger and thumb gently grasping a nipple rolling it, knowing how He loves it. her hands roam higher pushing the shirt up and over His head tossing it to the floor, she leans in nuzzling His chest inhaling deeply taking in His scent. He looks down at her, one finger sliding under her chin lifting her gaze to His. 'I missed you, sweets,' He whispers, before leaning down capturing her lips in a deep kiss. He leans over pressing her down into the mattress. His hands sliding down over her body, His fingers slipping into the waist of her pants pushing them down over her hips as she raises up aiding Him. Lightly, His hands caress her thighs, knees, and calves as He slips the garment off her feet and onto the floor. Hands gliding upwards over her, He quickly divests her of her top. Leaning back He gazes down at His naked subbie, a smile curving His lips, eyes twinkling as He sees she has followed His last-minute instructions in keeping her sex shaved for Him. Slowly, He lets one finger drift over the smooth skin watching as her breathing quickens, her eyes flickering in anticipation. He slips one finger in between the smooth lips feeling how wet she is for Him. her breath catches in her throat hips arching slightly, He chuckles watching her respond to His soft touch. 'Something i can do for you, sweets?' He asks as His head lowers so that He is whispering in her ear. Shivering as His warm breath caresses her ear, she nods, 'please Master... it's been too long. ' she shudders as He slips two fingers deep inside her. 'Is this what you want?' He whispers to her. she nods her head then shakes it, wanting this and more. 'Master, pleeeaaassee, i want all of you, everything you offer to this girl. ' her voice wispy as her needs course through her. He smiles down to her, His free hand brushing her hair back from her face, He draws His fingers out and plunges them back in; watching her emotions play over her face as He continues a hard and deep rhythm. her eyelids flutter closed, as she meets every thrust of His hand with her hips, eyes opening wide as He slips another finger in. Groaning deeply, her hands rise up grabbing His shoulders needing to feel Him her fingers squeezing and kneading His flesh, His fingers continuing to thrust in and out of her. Suddenly, He withdraws them bringing them up to her mouth, she watches His fingers move closer to her mouth her lips parting involuntarily her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips. He follows the movement of her tongue with one finger leaving a trail of her juices on her lip. He smiles down at her as He sees her tongue beginning to dart out, pausing, as she looks at Him her eyes questioning. His smile grows wider as He nods, proud of her for waiting for permission first. her eyes close halfway as the tip of her tongue follows the trail of juices on her lip, His finger running along her lip both moving back and forth meeting, she curls her tongue around His finger drawing it into her mouth sucking it clean of her juices moaning softly at the taste. He brings each finger to her mouth in turn allowing her to clean each one. He rolls away from her, standing up, grinning back down to her hearing her whimpers of disappointment as His warmth is taken from her. His hands go to His waist unbuckling the belt and whipping it out of the loops, He folds it in half slapping it against His other hand, watching as her eyes get as big as half-dollars. Tossing the belt aside He tells her 'I think My homecoming deserves something more than just the belt. ' he walks out of the room returning with the large leather strap He uses for His shaving razor. she scrambles across the bed, shaking her head no, He reaches out and wraps an arm around her waist drawing her back to Him. He holds her against His chest and whispers into her ear... 'you weren't trying to run were you sweets?' she remains silent in His arms, knowing either answer she gives will bring about disastrous results. He grasps her chin forcing her to face Him... 'I asked you a question... and i expect an answer. ' she sighs, 'yes, Master, i was trying to run. ' He wraps both of His arms around her, sits on the edge of the bed tucking her head beneath His chin as He calmly talks to her... 'you know I would never hurt you' she nods 'I am also aware that you are worried since the strap is much heavier than my belt, but you should know by now that I would move at a slow pace till you were used to it sweets. ' she sighs and nods again knowing He is right. He slaps her on the ass lightly as He tells her 'now get your cute little ass on that bed and present it to me', she slides off of Him and crawls to the center of the bed spreading her thighs wide and laying her torso against the bed. He stands and walks around her, reaching out to touch her ass, His hand gently caressing one cheek than the other. Pulling His other arm back He brings the strap down on the milky white flesh of her buttocks. she flinches feeling the soft burn of the leather bite into her skin, inhaling deeply as she braces herself for the next one. He runs His hand over the mark left by the strap, quickly bringing the strap down across her buttocks again. she yelps as this strike was harder than the last. He smiles to Himself as she takes the strap once again showing her deep submission to Him. He reaches out yet again caressing each mark as it is made. He raises His hand a bit higher this time, bringing the strap down more forceful. she flinches forward whimpering as she feels the leather fall across her buttocks, knowing they must be red by now as she feels the warmth work its way up through her body. He carefully watches and gauges her reaction... judging she is doing fine He swings His arm up and brings the strap down again harder than He had before, watching as she wriggles and squirms on the bed, He moves to stand behind her examining her reddened ass and spread cunt seeing her lips glisten from being so wet. He tosses the strap on the chair behind Him pushing His jeans down over His hips. He gets on the bed positioning Himself behind her, rubbing His hard cock between her legs as His hands run over her reddened ass 'you did very well sweets, and seemed to enjoy it too. ' she nods her face rubbing against the soft comforter atop the bed as her cheeks turn a red almost the same shade as her buttocks. Slowly, He rubs His cock back and forth along her wet slit the tip bumping against her clit drawing soft moans from her. ... from far away she hears the screeching of tires her head jerking up looking around frantically, she realizes it was all a dream. Reaching up she pushes her hair back from her face, as she lays her head back down gazing at the door waiting for her Master's return.