The Longing - Sex Stories

The Longing

... soft fleshy body. She's no stranger to this old friend that's searched out so many intimate parts of her body over the years then he reaches up and grips her sweat covered neck in his tight grip, his other hand moving her long hair to each side of her head and behind her shoulders. Then with both hands he draws the flogger tails across her exposed neck from left to right letting her feel the leather tendrils, then he does something I've never seen before - he recoils slightly and pursing his lips for a moment launches a massive glob of spit on her face and full lips, I'm mesmerized by the incandescent trail of slime running down her face and on to her breasts. She looks up and smiles as he looks away and takes a step back to gather inertia before lashing her sagging breasts with a single stroke. I almost see the cruel infliction before I hear the singular dull 'schlop’ as the narrow leather tails flatten against Mya's soft skin. She looks up momentarily, almost surprised before opening her lips to exhale the deep guttural womanly sound of a single moan to penetrate the entire room. Good god... I almost cum in my hand as I steel myself to carry on watching this barbaric display as he launches his ferocity across her belly, standing back to absorb the pitiful sobbing coming from deep within her. I can see the pink whelts starting to appear as he continues to lash her body, including a harsh upward stroke between her legs right into her labia… he tries to make her count out ...

... loud the interminable number of cruel strokes. Mya is shaking now almost unrecognizable as she twists her head from side to side shaking of the demons calling for more. He moves close to her and bends over whispering something in her ear, she lifts up her head, but with her eyes closed, absorbing the words like mist into her senses. I watch with so much excitement, my hand gripping my shaft in tense jerks, “don’t stop” I cry out loud… I need to see her take more punishment for my own sadistic pleasure! The 'Master' lets her recover for a few minutes before reappearing. He is accompanied by a younger man, perhaps about twenty five with red hair, dressed like his employer in black and returning with some small clear cellophane packets and long handled metal clamping tongues with shaped plastic coated tips which he places on a small table. I notice the Master and his assistant are now wearing latex gloves. The cameraman zooms in as the assistant tears open a pack and pulls out a small white colored swap and starts gently wiping each of Mya's nipples and breasts in turn under the scrutiny of his employer, I watch her tense up and gasp with the sting of the antiseptic, she knows this is the gateway to a whole new experience. He discards the packet and stands to one side awaiting instructions. Mya watches him impassively as the Master picks up the clamping tongues and directs his assistant to hold her left breast steady and as the cameraman moves around for a better shot, I see him ...