Penny For Your Thoughts
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It started like most Sunday mornings. Sam fetched coffee and pastry from the French place around the corner. Depending on how messy the night before had been, she might shower. Or she might just doze. Either way, she would be naked in bed awaiting her horny man’s return. They would lounge and read the Times, sip their dark roast and keep the crumb shrapnel to a minimum. And at some point, one would make a move on the other. Flush with caffeine and a night’s rest and the ever-present lust of newlyweds, they would kiss, and suck, and lick and fuck into the early afternoon.
But this Sunday morning went differently. Sam was gone longer than usual, giving Penny time to wake leisurely, and pop in the shower to give her mound a fresh shave. He will be pleased, she thought. She slipped back into bed. The feeling of the soft cotton against her freshly shaved mons, combined with the anticipation of her handsome, sexy husband returning home, prompted Penny to get things started on her own. She stroked her skin, dragging her manicured nails across her tummy and chest. She gently probed at her folds, enjoying the feel of her moistening self. Where the fuck is he? Penny asked herself in growing frustration. I’m horny and hungry.
At last she heard Sam unlatch the door. To her torment, she heard him rummage around in the living room, then in the kitchen, before finally entering their bedroom with the goods.
He looked adorable. Big, boyish brown eyes. His mop of disheveled brown hair. A misshapen Radiohead T-shirt. Jeans with holes. What a mess. What a sexy fucking mess. Sam handed Penny the box of pastry and a large coffee, then shed his charming uniform. Penny eyed his cock, but her need for coffee was just enough to delay an immediate assault.
They returned to habit. He read his analog paper. She, her iPad version. But they didn’t last long. Each was too distracted by the anticipation of their inevitable romp. Penny cracked first, whipping away the sheet and bedspread to reveal that her lovely peach was now a nectarine. Sam tossed what remained of his almond croissant aside and pressed his face into her center. Penny had long ago warmed herself up, and she eagerly pulled Sam firmly into her sex.
He teased her, of course. His mastery of foreplay is what had made her fall for him in the first place. He tasted her, gave her clit a gentle swirl, and then was off to enjoy her other lovely bits. Hip bones, navel, underboob, nipples, ear lobes. Penny was soon in a frenzy. Sam entered her in a single thrust as they necked in missionary.
“Fuck, I love you. You’re so beautiful and so, fucking, sexy,” Sam whispered.
“You are my fucking beast,” Penny whispered back. “You can do anything you want to me.” And she meant it.
Sam slowed to a gentle grind. “Yeah, so I was actually thinking about something.”
Penny pushed him away to look into her eyes. She smiled. “What do you have in mind, you naughty boy?”
“Remember that movie we watched the other night?” Sam asked.
“We watch a lot of movies,” she said, now looking at him curiously.
“Remember that ‘Fifty Shades’ thing?” he asked, a bit sheepishly.
“Awful. Terrible.” She laughed.
“Yeah. But then we fucked until two. On a Thursday,” Sam reminded her.
“You want to tie me up and give me a little spanking?!” Penny said, laughing. Sam looked at her, but didn’t say anything. After a pause, Penny saw that he was serious and said, “Hey, I’m in.”
Sam immediately tugged her by her legs to the edge of the bed, pulled her to standing and threw her over his shoulder. Penny squealed and playfully pretended to resist with pulled punches to his back and firm ass cheeks. He carried her into the living room and laid her down on the leather bench that served as their coffee table. Except he had positioned it in front of the gas fireplace.
“Hmmmm … you’ve planned ahead ... guess you have me figured out,” Penny laughed, “Your slut wife does whatever you want.”
Sam did not acknowledge her joking confession. With the clenched jaw and stern look that he elicited whenever he was deeply concentrating, Sam pulled a coil of white rope from a bag branded with the name of the local hardware store. The smile left Penny’s face. Fuck, this is serious, she thought to herself at the same time she felt her clit tingle and her nipples harden. Sam stood, his cock erect and weeping, as he took in the scene before him. His gorgeous, young wife looking up at him wantonly from the leather bench. Such a perfect little body. Firm. Tits and ass in perfect proportion. Such a pretty face. Huge lips. Pale green eyes. Cute blonde bob. How did he get so lucky?
Sam pulled a folding knife from the bag and cut two lengths of the braided nylon rope. Best to get her arms tied before she chickens out, he thought. With the knowledge of an Eagle Scout and the depravity of a dungeon master, he bound each of Penny’s wrists snugly but not too tightly. He adjusted his compliant wife so that her head hung slightly off the edge of the bench. He then crossed Penny’s arms behind her, stretching them as he secured the lines to the legs of the bench. Penny found she enjoyed the feeling.
Silently, Sam turned his attention to Penny’s lovely toned legs. He wrapped each calf just below the knee and then pulled the lines toward the same point to which her arms were tethered. Then her ankles, these secured to the opposite legs of the bench. In this manner, Penny was now spread open, all her holes at Sam’s disposal, while at the same time she was largely immobilized. She could twist her head side to side to some degree, and she could move her limbs an inch or two when she wriggled against the ropes, but she was not going anywhere. This was for real.
“Wow. You really thought this through,” Penny said without a hint of laughter.
And yet Sam surprised her further. Twisting to follow him around the room, Penny watched him select a sleep mask from a small pile of objects sitting on the sofa side table. Then without asking her permission, he proceeded to cover her eyes.
Penny’s other senses were suddenly engaged. She could hear Sam leave the room. The feeling of the ropes against her skin, the stretching of flesh, the leather beneath her ass and back, the hum of the gas fireplace all suddenly and powerfully occupied her consciousness. The dryness of her mouth was contrasted by the trickle of joy from her vagina. She sensed Sam re-enter the room.
And then his hands and mouth were upon her. He pinched then licked and sucked her nipples. He filled her mouth with his tongue. He slid down to finger her pussy, then lick it. Penny was on the edge of orgasm within a few minutes. He backed off, then repeated the routine, and she was quickly on the verge once more. He stopped again. Penny groaned in frustration. She felt Sam move; then sensed he was standing above her. His breathing was heavy. She knew he was very turned on. His excitement fueled her own. She could smell the salty musk of his cock, then felt his dripping head nudge at her lips. She opened willingly, thirstily. At this angle, she could nearly throat him. The feeling of his warm rod, the hardness of his veins, the smoothness of his head, the taste of his sweet precum combined to overwhelm her.
Please cum, she thought to herself. I want this. I want to gag on your load. I want cum running down my cheeks and your briny taste on my tongue while you fuck me, bound and unable to resist. Why would I resist? She heard Sam moan. Was he close? Please. But he withdrew. Again he left her!
Then she heard a loud scratch and air crackling followed by the smell of sulphur. A match. Then a faint sweet smell. Paraffin. He had lit a candle. She braced herself. Her next sensation was his mouth suckling her nipples. Then a pinch of each. She felt his spit evaporating from her nipples. And suddenly, a sharp sensation that slowly ebbed. She smelled the candle. She heard Sam’s labored breath. He’s fucking dripping candle wax on me! Penny gasped and struggled against the ropes.
“Fuck. Should we have a safe word or something?!” she asked.
“No. I won’t hurt you. You can trust me.”
Penny’s heart began to race. Some part of her was frightened. The rest was incredibly turned on. Sam dribbled the melted wax onto her nipples, then the curve of her breasts, then her underarms (the worst!), then stomach, inner thigh, and finally, her freshly shaved mons. Penny groaned and wriggled, but did not ask him to stop. Her clit was engorged and a stream of pussy juice now traced along her slit down to her asshole. Sam noticed, and gently rubbed her sex, sneaking a finger into each hole.
“Yes, please, finish me,” Penny begged.
But of course, he would not. He vanished again for a minute or two. Her next sensation was Sam flicking the dried wax from her skin. He followed with gentle kisses and licks.
“Jesus, Sam, fuck me already. I’m going to explode,” Penny begged some more.
“No. We will take our time,” was his calm response.
Then there was that sharp sensation again. But broader, with more pressure, and the drips ran farther and faster along her body.
“Different wax?” she asked, between short breaths.
Sam laughed. “Ice. It’s ice.”
Penny mused briefly on the science of pain as Sam dragged what she now knew were ice cubes along her body. Unlike with the candle, Sam put the ice to work directly on her sex. He played with her labia and the hood of her clit, briefly inserted it into her vulva, then put it to work against her exposed asshole. Penny found herself loving the feeling. The sudden shock, the ebbing as the ice cube was moved along, then the feeling of warming blood rushing to the scene. And just like that, he stopped. Now he will fuck me, surely, she hoped.
A small slapping sound followed by a mild flash of pain made it clear she would have to wait some more. It was not especially painful, but the quick lashes, distributed randomly, had a dramatic effect. Her tummy. Slap! Then the soles of her feet. Spank! Then her ass, harder. Crack! The side of a breast. Flap! Her inner thigh, over and over very quickly. Tick, tick, tick, tick! Straight onto a distended nipple. Twok! Even, gently, on her clit. Thot! Thot! Thot!
Penny quickly learned that when she squealed or otherwise protested too much, Sam would double up on the spot, sometimes harder. She invoked her yoga breathing to regain self-control. The sensation was similar to what she had already experienced with the wax and the ice. There was sudden pain, then a warm dissipation. It was frightening, and exhilarating.
“What the fuck is that thing?” she finally asked, gasping.
Sam chuckled. “A wooden spoon from the kitchen.”
“Resourceful. I won’t stir soup quite the same ever again.” Her sarcasm was met with a hard slap, obviously from Sam’s hand, against her inner thigh. “Ouch, fuck!! Now that actually hurt!” She regretted saying anything immediately, as the other thigh immediately got the same treatment.
Blood flooded her skin and adrenaline surged within her. She felt Sam’s gentle touch once more. Kisses and strokes up and down her torso -- and then searing pain first in one nipple and then the other. Penny arched in tortured pleasure as much as the restraints allowed her. This was continuous pressure, as if he was pinching her nipples and not letting go. As she struggled, she sensed an object was attached to her.
“Clothespins,” Sam offered before she could ask.
“Fuck!”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Sam entered her. “Oh my God, girl. You’ve never been wetter.” He fucked her in long fast strokes, her body held steady by her bonds.
“Yes, yes! Thank you! God, yes, please!” Penny shouted as she immediately rolled into an intense wave of orgasmic contractions. Sam fucked her through one orgasm cycle then slapped the clothespins off Penny’s engorged nipples. What had been numb was very suddenly painful again, and then just as quickly relieved. A huge adrenaline surge pushed Penny into another, even deeper wave of orgasm. Sam had to work hard to stay inside his sexy wife’s vagina as it contracted like a warm velvet vise around his thick cock. It was all Sam could take and he pounded his way to his own orgasm, pulling out to stream a copious load onto Penny’s belly, tits and neck.
“Oh, oh, Jesus. That was amazing, Baby. Untie me so I can fucking attack you,” Penny said, breathing hard. But Sam did nothing of the sort. Instead, he pressed his mouth into her pussy, roughly tonguing her swollen lips and clit.
“Arrrgh!” Penny screamed, “I can’t take anymore! It’s too sensitive!”
Sam continued on, inserting a middle finger into Penny’s cute butthole and a thumb into her vagina as he wrapped his mouth around her shaved mound and doubled down on her engorged clit.
Penny writhed against the restraints, fighting to free herself from the sensual onslaught. She was held fast, however, and Sam kept at it. Penny’s contractions wracked her body completely and she reached an orgasmic intensity she had never felt before. It seemed as if every muscle was contracting at once and her legs and torso spasmed uncontrollably. Even after Sam finally withdrew his hand and mouth, Penny shook as if possessed.
Penny had no sense of time. She could have blacked out for all she knew. But at some point she stopped cumming and regained her senses. She felt the heat from the fire. Her feet tingled. The rope around her left wrist was beginning to irritate her skin. She smelled Sam’s earthy spunk and was tickled slightly as some of it dripped along her sides. Her nipples throbbed, as did a few spots where the spoon or Sam’s hand had struck her especially hard. She felt warm all over and euphorically at peace, as if she had taken a really great drug. Well fuck if I don’t like this, a lot, she thought.
She heard Sam re-enter the room. His bare feet padded across the carpet toward her and then she heard him breathing as he stood over her.
“That was fucking fantastic, Baby. Get me out of these things, wouldja? I’m going to cramp up. Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Penny said, but Sam did not speak and did not begin to untie her. “Babe?”
And then Penny heard the unmistakable sound of their front door opening. What, the fuck? High heels clicked on the tile floor of their foyer. A set of keys dropped onto the glass credenza. The sound of a swishing skirt. The smell of a vaguely familiar perfume.
“Hey,” Sam said.
“Hey,” Loretta said.
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