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The Wait

She sat quietly on her knees, begging for his touch. She was instructed not to move or say anything. She wanted to please him, and she knew he was good for his word, and would reward her graciously. Kneeling, she felt something soft and fuzzy under her knees. It felt as though she was kneeling on a pillow of some sort, but she could see nothing through the blindfold placed over her eyes. Many thoughts flooded her head, but moving was not one of them. Her greatest pleasure was him. She was completely unclothed other than a small piece of silky material that had her hands bound behind her back, and a pair of black high heels. She could hear everything around her, she even though she heard his light breathing in the corner of the room, but just moments ago, she heard his footsteps, carry him across the wood floor and out of the room. All her senses were hypersensitive.

The air in the room smelled like sweet plums and cinnamon. It wasn't cold in this dark room, but her nipples were hard and erect, in anticipation of being touched. Her lips had been moistened with flavored balm; it tasted minty, and gave her a slight tingle. Her legs were shaking slightly, but she knew the punishment for moving, so she bit through the light pain. Her greatest pleasure was to please him. She could here other voices coming from the other room. The voices were soft enough where she couldn't make out the exchange of words, but she could her them just enough to know, they were masculine in their tone. It sounded like there were two men, in addition to her master?s voice, or maybe there were three; she listened as she waited.

Thoughts filling her head again, and she was wondering why they were here. She began to feel a tingle between her legs, a tingle of anticipation and longing for his touch. She must control her emotions so she doesn?t make a sound. The light melody in the room keeps taking her away from the conversation to an exotic feeling of relaxation. The music playing had no words, just a beautiful classical piano and mild violin accents. Her knees were shaking a bit more, she wanted to be touched badly, and every inch of her skin was tingling. She heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, leading into the room she was in. The footsteps were not familiar and she wondered who they belong to. She could hear every creak the floor made. The door knob twisted slowly and she could hear him step inside the room and close the door behind him.

There was complete silence and no movement at all, just light, quick breaths. She could feel his eyes on her unclothed body and her tingling, between her legs increased, just longing for his touch. The scent in the room was different than she was used to, a thicker cologne smell. She could smell him, although he seems unable to move. She must not speak, as she was instructed by her master. His breath picks up speed and he begins to move toward her, she is feeling very aroused by the mystery of this man.

She begins to fantasize about what he might look like, and whether he will touch her or just stare at her. She can suddenly feel the heat of his body nearing her. His body brushes against her and a slight moan escapes her lips. She hears him say, ?shhhhh.? She is used to being quieted, so she takes a deep breath through her nose, and closes her lips together tight. As the music is teasing her mind, she feels something like cold and leathery, teasing her all over her body. The feeling is exquisite and alluring. She is pulsating between her legs, as he is running the piece of leather down her stomach and over her mound. Once he gets to her mound, he taps her with the leather ten times, right where her lips close over her hardened pearl. Half way through this teasing, she lets out a moan, letting him know that she is about to release her pent up frustration.

He stops completely, she cannot see or feel anything, but she can sense everything!

She is dripping wet when he finishes the leather tapping, ten more times. She remains quiet because she doesn't want him to stop again. When he finishes tapping, he rubs the warm leather back up her body, over her hard nipples and up to her chin and nose, where she can smell her own body?s juices. She hears him put down the leather toy, on the table and then hears him walk to the door, where he lightly twist the door knob and exited the room, closing the door behind him.

She is almost whining in misery, when she hears the three voices talking again. She cannot make out their words, but she can make out that there are three distinctly different voices, and none of them is her master?s voice. She is quick to stop her whining when she hears a different set of feet, make their way down the long hallway to the bedroom. Her heart still beating hard and fast like a bongo drum, and she is afraid of what will happen to her if she doesn't slow her breathing and calm her pounding heart. It is a good kind of fear, one that she is thrilled to be experiencing, because she knows that her master has planned all of this, to pleasure her. It is her ultimate pleasure for him to feel pride in her.

The softer steps make her feel like he is wearing deck shoes, versus heavy work boots, like the man before. In her mind, since her eyes are still covered, she is envisioning a friend of theirs which docks his boat in the marina nearby. She recalls the last time her master chartered their friend?s boat, and this beautiful man, catered to her every need. His dark hair and bronze skin, is evidence that he spends most of his time on the water.

She wants badly to see the man opening the door, to see if it is him, but she knows that isn't possible, so she breathes in deep, trying to catch a whiff of his cologne, as the door opens. She doesn?t smell him, because this man is not wearing any cologne, but she really wants it to be him and his eyes on her, so she will stop thinking and just feel him.

She hears him clear his throat, as he takes another step in the room; he is very gentle in closing the door behind him. She experiences a quick calm, when she feels a finger glide over her shoulder and down her arm and the tingle, his touch leaves, increases her hunger for more of it. He moves behind her, and swoops her long, silky smooth hair, off her back and over her left shoulder, to gain access to her neck. She feels his warm breath and soft lips, kiss her neck, and she is panting again.

The smell in the room is still thick, with the smell of sex and pheromones. It takes all she has to not speak, but she knows there will be a punishment if she does. She is so in need of her master in her, that she is almost to the point of taking a punishment and asking the mysterious man, to bend her over their bed and take her hard and fast. Her master?s pride in her is what causes her voice to remain quiet. She knows he is very proud of her, and this pleases her very much.

The room has a light breeze and the soft music is so tantalizing to this process she is experiencing. She is hungry, thirsting, and needing, and she knows her master has set it up exactly this way. As this mystery man is kissing and sucking her neck, he is also pinching her nipples, with enough strength to cause her to suck in air through her teeth. The pressure is a beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain, and she begins to feel the rise within her belly, and the building is nothing but pure ecstasy.

He moves his body close enough to hers, that she feels his hardness against her back. She wants to take him, but she must move slowly to make him think it is his plan. She slightly moves her body with the music, so her soft skin is gently rubbing his cock back and forth. The more she moves, the harder his body presses into hers. Within seconds he makes his way around the front of her and positions his cock at the entrance of her mouth. She wants to devour it, but waits patiently on his command to do so.

He places his hand under her chin and commands her to open up. She does as she is told, as he feeds his hard, thick cock in her mouth. With her eyes still covered, she has the boat owner?s image in her mind, and she begins sucking and lapping his cock, with her salivating mouth. He lets go of her chin and grabs her hard, perky nipples, and begins pinching them hard enough to send her over the top. Her moaning through a full mouth of cock has him building as well. She hears him, grunt out, ?take it, take it all baby!? She obeys his command, as he spreads his seed, down her throat and dripping out the sides of her lips.

He can't move for minutes, and she doesn't want to move. She swallows what remains and licks her lips, as she feels the heat of his body leave her, as he moves toward the door. He stops before he exits, and says, ?I want more of you very soon!? She hears the door close, and she smiles, and feels a bit giddy inside her belly, at his last comment. She listens closely to the three voices meet again in the living room, and already her excitement builds with anticipation of what is next to come.

In her own private thoughts, she wonders if her master is capturing all this on video, so she could one day watch it back with him. She is pretty sure that he would want to watch all that pleased her, right? She heard more footsteps coming down the hallway, feet that sounded bare, light but quick in their pursuit of her. Her excitement was building all over again, as the door opened. ?DAMN,? he said as he was stopped at the door frame, ?he must like what he sees,? she chuckled under her breath. ?DAMN,? he said again, through smiling lips, and she knew this man to be a bit more comical in his assessment of the events.

He walked over to her and she could suddenly smell the smell of new jeans, as she felt his hard crotch area, lightly brush across her face. She knew he was ready and wanting her, as she felt him make his way around the back of her, and freed her hands from behind her back. It felt liberating to be freed from the cuffs, and she immediately moved her hand around her front side, so she could feel the wetness of her aching pussy. She knew he would be watching, so she brought her fingers to her lips and tasted her own juices.

In one swift move, he stood her to her feet, picked her up in his arms, and placed her on the soft bed. Now she was in a comfortable place, and her mind stopped thinking so she could just feel. He laid her on her back, with her knees up, and then pushed them apart wide. He began to feast on her, licking and sucking feverishly, and the feeling was amazing, and quite breath-taking, and she seem to be gulping for air. Still blindfolded, she could see nothing, but feel and hear everything.

She could hear him stroking himself as he kept a steady pace, licking her. It was making her more and more hungry for him to thrust into her, instead of his hand. She had her hands above her head and they gripped the sheets, as she felt the ecstasy rising in her again. Letting go of the sheet with her right hand, she grabbed a handful of his long, wavy hair. It was soft and silky, and she couldn't help but to visualize their Italian friend, that was the executive chef at their favorite restaurant. God he was gorgeous, and she always joked with her master about having him in their bed one evening, and now she is in the bed and hopes that it was him, who was licking her like that.

She began grinding into his mouth, as he picked up the pace of his strokes, and her moans were louder and more frequent. She began to scream out, as he stood and squirted his seed all over her stomach and chest. It was warm and creamy, and her fingers, smeared it all over her body. Her skin was now glistening from the layer of liquid covering her belly. He stepped back and zipped his zipper and said, ?DAMN,? as he walked out the bedroom door.

The bedroom door closed behind him and she heard, for the first time, her master?s voice command her to remove her blind fold. She did as she was told, and looked in the direction of his voice. Her master was sitting in the corner of their bedroom, on the chaise lounge chair, watching each of the three gentlemen, pleasure his little angel. He spoke up with a strong voice, and asked her, ?What would you like from me Angel?? Her only response was, ?whatever pleases you master.? ?Come then, and let me give you, what you have been waiting for!?

She stood next to him, to wait beside the chair, and he pulled her on top of his large, swollen cock, and moved her up and down his length, with slow movements. Her eyes never left his. They were in love, lust, and had been aching for one another, for what seemed like hours. ?You are so beautiful Angel, and you please me so much!? She felt so much pride in that moment and she became lost in his adoration for her. ?What pleases you Sir pleases me as well.? He began thrusting into her deeper and moving her up and down his length, feeling her juices dripping down his legs. He knows he is coming to his last thrust, and he pulls her lips to his, kissing her deeply causing both of them to release their passion at the same time. Unable to move, her body covers his; she feels safe, she feels loved, and she is fulfilled.

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