Peanut Butter, Jelly, and Rope

“How do you feel about me tying you up later and fucking you senseless?” I asked, pressing my hands into her hips and pulling her closer.

“You promise?” she asked with a smile.

I reached into a drawer and pulled out an open mouth gag. “Remember. Snap three times if you want me to stop,” I said. I pulled her closer and grabbed a handful of her hair as I pressed her lips into mine, tasting them and smelling her scent.

After I caressed her currently clothed body, I instructed her to remove all of them, with the gag in plain view teasing her. I brought her close to me again and started breathing on and softly kissing her neck. She melted into me, but she needed to stand back up. I broke the silence with the sound of my palm stinging her ass cheek.

“Turn around so I can see the mark,” I said. And there it was. The imprint of my fingers on her bare skin. When I saw it, my body was overtaken with lust, so much that my cock was ready to burst from my pants. I turned her around to face me again. I gazed into her eyes and fitted the gag on her. I put the ball in her mouth and tightened it around her head. Her eyes grew wide and her pussy moist as I reached between her legs and stroked her labia back and forth with my fingers. Slowly, I made my way to her throbbing clit and moved my finger in circles before I sat down and bent over my knee.

For her, the wait was terrible. For me, it was a delight. I finally gave in and spanked her ass harder than before. This time there was no sting but a clap. I spanked her for about five minutes, and after I finished, the skin on her bare ass was warm to the touch and red to match.

“Stand up,” I told her. She complied. I stood up in front of her. “Take my clothes off.” She reached for my belt, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Start with my shirt.”

She removed my shirt and stared at me with her mouth pried open. “Put your wrists together,” I said, grabbing the rope from the headboard. Before she knew it, her hands were bound, leaving several feet of rope to work with. I pulled her bounded hands over her head and down behind her. She was now wearing a hemp corset and lacked control of her upper limbs. “Can you breathe ok?” She nodded her head in affirmation. “Good. Your body is mine until I say otherwise. Now, kneel for me.” She did so, and I went with her.

I moved closer to her and started dipping my fingers into her dripping pussy. I reached further in and stroked her G spot for as long as it took until she lost her tension and relaxed in the afterglow of orgasm. I stuck my finger through the hole in the gag and rubbed her tongue with it.

After I made her taste herself, I slid my head between her legs as she knelt taller to accommodate me. I grabbed her ass and pressed my nails into her skin while I slaked my thirst for her cunt. As I kept tongue fucking her from below, she started to tremble and couldn’t hold herself upright. I tightened my grip to steady her, which only made her come again.

I stopped and let her compose herself so that I could slide my head from underneath her. The lower half of my face shined because of her. I grabbed a footstool from nearby so she could rest her torso, and I stood up to undress. After I removed my underwear, I stood there and let her admire my cock and me. Not long after, I knelt behind her and played with her pussy some more as I spanked her like the filthy little slut she was with my free hand.

I stopped right before she came again. The next thing she knew, I’d slid my cock deep inside her as far as I could. I grabbed the rope around her body and pulled it toward me. Over and over again, making her feel each thrust as our skin smacked in rhythm. I withheld her orgasm again and slowed down the rhythm. When she caught her breath, I ramped it up again and pulled harder and faster until her body exploded from tension to relaxation.

After a pause, I moved around to her front. I lifted her torso off the footstool and pushed it aside. I grabbed her head and pushed it towards my member, and made her taste her secretions. It was all too easy to have my way with her since the gag kept her mouth open at all times. I fucked her face steadily until I was ready to come. I slowed down to savor the moment and all the pleasure her mouth gave me. At long last, I couldn’t take it anymore. I erupted. I shot my load to the back of her throat before I gave her reprieve. She looked at me longingly because she wanted more. But I had none left to spare.

So, I undid the mouth apparatus and the ropes, which left red marks on her wrist and torso to match the handprints adorning her ass. We lied in bed for a few minutes.

“You want me to get you some water or a sandwich?” I asked.

“Yeah, both, please. Peanut butter and jelly if you have it,” she said.

I went down and made two sandwiches and brought them up along with two glasses of water. “How ya feeling?” I asked.

“I feel fucking fantastic,” she said. “But you know what would make me feel just a bit better?”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“If you put some lotion on my butt. I have some shea butter stuff in the bathroom,” she said.

We finished our sandwiches, and I went to grab her lotion. When I got back, she was lying face down, and I rubbed the lotion deep into her skin, and it left her feeling soft and smelling like that distinct smell of shea butter.