Friends with Benefits

My hands were tied tightly in front of me. I was naked and displayed on a kitchen table. My ankles were tied to the legs of the table so that I was perfectly spread apart.

"You look beautiful in this position, baby," Sam purred as he dragged his fingers lazily down my back. The sudden, unexpected touch sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me wanting more. I tried to move towards his fingers, but my restraints held my body tightly in place.

Every time I felt the ropes rub against my wrists or ankles, I got more and more turned on. I loved to be tied up and at the mercy of my lover. It made me feel so vulnerable and exposed.

"Remember, Jenny, if it's ever too much for you, tell me. Do you remember your safe word?"

"Banana, sir,"

"Good girl, don't forget that."

I met Sam over a year ago at a nightclub one weekend. After talking for an abnormally long time, we realized that we were very sexually compatible. Since then, we've developed a long-standing friends-with-benefits situation.

The sex was too good to allow feelings to mess it up. Additionally, it's preferable to hooking up with a stranger because I can trust that he'll respect my boundaries. I feel very comfortable with him, and it allows me to let my walls come down.

"First, you need a spanking because I haven't heard from you in weeks," Sam stated.

"I'm so sorry, Sir, I've been so busy w--" I began, but I am quickly cut off with a sharp spank to the ass.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. You need to accept your punishment like a good girl,"

"Yes, sir," I said with a fake pout on my face. I love to act like I don't want to be spanked, when in reality, it's one of my favorite kinds of foreplay.

I could hear Sam in the kitchen, but I couldn't see what he was doing because of the way he had me tied up.

"You know the rules," He said sternly from behind me once he got what he needed from the kitchen.

"Yes, Sir,"

Even though it had been a couple of weeks, Sam has spanked me over a hundred times this past year. I don't think I could forget the rules even if I wanted to.

"Say them," Sam demanded.

"No moving. Count after each spanking. Say 'Thank you" at the end." I recited.

Sam started spanking me with what felt like a wooden spoon. It stung at first, but as he continued, the pain increased.

"You love this, don't you?" Sam asked me in a taunting voice after I finished counting my twentieth spanking.

"Yes, Sir,"

"Yeah, I can see how much you like it from here. Your pussy is so wet,"

I started to blush. The fact that getting spanked turned me on so much was so embarrassing, and Sam loved to exploit that fact.

I felt him move closer to my exposed pussy. Sam set down the wooden spoon next to my body, so that he could use his hand to spread my lips even further. Then, with his free hand, he began to run a finger up and down my wetness. Slowly circling my entrance before fingering my pussy deeply with two fingers.

I could hardly breathe, Sam's fingers felt too good in my body. I hadn't been touched like that since the last time I saw him, so I know I was drenched.

"I never met someone who likes to be spanked as much as you do." Sam laughed as he removed his fingers from my slit and picked the wooden spoon back up. Then, he resumed my spanking like nothing had happened.

"Twenty-one... Twenty-two... twenty-three..." I counted.

Counting became harder and harder. Partially because of the pain, but mainly because I began to crave Sam's dick deep inside of me.

My ass cheeks feel hot when Sam decides that I have been punished enough. He makes me thank him as usual, then kiss the wooden spoon and both of his hands.

"You're so pathetic," He scoffs at me, and I agree. I know my ass is going to be sore for the next few days and that fact excites me. I love when bruises blossom on my ass after a spanking. I take pictures on my phone to capture the moment and savor the feeling.

Sam unties me from my position with delicacy before flipping me onto my back. My ass stings a bit from my spanking and I wince slightly.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked me, his eyes full of genuine concern.

I nod and smile up at him. He bends over to kiss me gently. I open my mouth to him, and our tongues dance together for a while.

"You're such a good girl," He mumbles with his hand on my cheek, and I nearly melt. The concern that was in his eyes has been fully replaced with lust.

He tells me to keep my hands by my sides while he towers over me. His attention quickly shifts to my tits. He squeezes my breasts lightly before pinching my nipples. Sam knows my nipples are very sensitive, and he always makes it a point to tease them during every session.

He starts to suck on my nipples and a moan escapes my lips. He looks at me with a mischievous smile before continuing to suck my nipples harder. Whichever one was not in his mouth, he was pinching.

My brain was foggy, and the only thoughts I had were about Sam and his juicy lips. My pussy was dripping and I was shamelessly rocking my hips, hoping for some attention.

Sam's mouth was replaced by cold clamps that harshly pinched my nipples. I whimpered as he put them on me while also arching my back for him.

"Don't act like you don't love this." Sam teased after he was done.

"You know me too well," I responded breathlessly.

"I do," He said as he stuck his thumb in my mouth and told me to suck. He used his other hand to pull on the chain and torture my nipples.

"I also know that you desperately want me to fuck you." Sam continued.

"Please," I whimper with his thumb still deep in my mouth.

"Beg me, baby," Sam encouraged while he slowly moved his hand from my mouth to my neck.

"Please, Sir. Please. Please fuck my slutty pussy. I need your dick so bad."

Sam tightened his strong hand around my throat so that I could feel myself gulp. He kissed me deeply, and I sucked on his tongue.

"Do you think you deserve it?" Sam questioned.

"No, Sir. I know I don't. But, I want your dick so bad. I'll be such a good girl. I'll do anything you ask me to."

"Hmmm," Mumbled Sam, and he pretended to debate it in his head while taking his pants off.

Sam gets on the table and crawls on top of me. I can feel the tip of his hard cock against my wet entrance. It takes all my self control I have not to try to push myself onto his dick. He loves to watch me squirm.

"Who owns your pussy?" He asked me. This is always the question he asks right before he fucks me.

"You do, Sir,"

Slowly, Sam filled me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his dick fully entered me. Sam is so big, it always takes me a moment to adjust to his massive size.

"Your pussy is so tight, baby," He murmurs against my neck.

"I haven't fucked anybody else since I saw you last,"

"Really?" He asked, sounding genuinely surprised but I felt his dick twitch inside of me. I nod while he pulls out and pushes back into me.

"I like that," He whispers in my ear before kissing my lips. "Your pussy is mine."

He grabs my hands and shoves them down on either side of my head. He pumps into me with a steady rhythm while repeating that I was his over and over again. I kept my legs wrapped tightly around his waist so that when he tried to pull out, I could simply shove him right back in.

Every time my tits bounced (which was alot), I could feel the nipple clamps so intensely. I loved feeling over-stimulated and like I couldn't focus.

Sam told me to get on top, so we roll over in sync without ever separating our bodies. His dick always hits me at the perfect spot when I am on top.

He put his hands on my waist to help me keep my rhythm as I started bouncing on his cock. I could hear my wetness as his dick slipped in and out of me. Within moments, I was moaning loudly, which Sam loves.

"No cumming without permission, beautiful," Sam reminds me, probably because he could feel me tighten against him. I try my best to keep it together, not needing another punishment today.

Sam removes my clamps with no warning. Blood immediately rushes to my nipples and Sam started to suck on them viciously.

"Please," I start to beg. I can only last so long in this position. My mind was already turning into mush.

"Please, what?"

"Please, Sir, may I cum?"

He took a long moment to consider before he agreed. Then, he gripped my ass with both hands and started pounding into my pussy while mercilessly sucking on my ultra-sensitive nipples. With Sam's permission, I began to feel myself becoming untethered. The world disappeared around me, and I washed away to a new world for a brief moment.

I could feel Sam's sturdy hands rubbing my back as I slowly came back to reality.

"How do you feel?" Sam asked.

"Amazing."

Sam smiled as he gently pulled out of me and set me to the side. I whimpered in disappointment.

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you," Sam reassured me before pulling my body down to the end of the table. My ass was almost hanging off the edge, and he set my feet on his shoulders.

I braced myself as he pushed himself back into me. He was so deep inside of me, I felt close to him.

"Now it's my turn," Sam said. Grabbing my ankles, he began to ram his cock into me sensitive pussy.

Quickly, he pulled out of me and came all over my tits.

He gently cleaned me up with a wet wipe before drying me off with a towel. Then, Sam wrapped me up in a fluffy blanket and carried me over to the couch. I sat on his lap while he rubbed my back.