Extract from Penny In Harness

This extract is one of the scenes illustrated in the portfolio of illustrations.

Chapter 3 pages 46-48 : Penny fucked in harness

It was half way through the second lap that Matthew ordered me to slow and steered me onto an area of soft grass in the shade of a vast oak. I came to rest facing the tree, panting, muscles burning, wet with sweat and very much on heat.

'Kneel,' he ordered and I sank to my knees, spreading my legs and thrusting out my bottom as I had been taught.

'Head to the ground,' he added and as I obeyed I found myself with my bottom the highest part of my body, feeling utterly vulnerable and helpless with my wrists strapped to the shafts. My boobs were touching the ground, the nipples rubbing against the grass, which produced an exquisite tickling sensation. My position left my bottom completely available, either for beating or rear entry. I imagined he'd probably want to whip me first and was waiting for the first stroke.

I could only see his boots from my position, but I heard the rasp of his zip and other noises as he prepared his cock. I realised that I was not going to get my anticipated punishment but was going to be entered without preamble. He was humming to himself, quite casually as he stepped between the shafts and out of my vision. I expected to be immediately filled with prick, but nothing happened and I found myself whimpering in anticipation. I could hear him behind me, his breathing heavy despite his pose of complete cool. I knew he'd be drinking in the details of my sex, probably stroking his erection so that it would be rock solid when he chose to fill my vagina.

He put his hands on my sore bottom, moulding the cheeks and pulling them further open. His thumbs were on either side of my anus, stretching it open, and I wondered if he was about to bugger me. I braced myself, preparing to yell "Red" if he didn't open me up properly first, but instead I felt his cock touch my pussy, nestling in the wet folds. One hand left my bottom and he began to rub himself against my clit. It was unbearably sensitive and I screamed and wriggled, only to have his hands go to my hips. He held me firmly, his cock prodding my pussy and searching for the opening. Then it was in, sliding up me in one easy motion and pulling out a little as he began to fuck me with slow, powerful strokes. His hips would smack against my bottom with each stroke, his balls banging on my vulva, the weight of each shove sending a shock through my entire body. His strokes began to quicken and I was soon panting, then gasping as he fucked me.

Despite the ecstasy of intercourse, my frustration at not being able to get at my clit was unbearable. I knew I'd never come without it being touched, but I was being held constantly on the edge of orgasm. He slowed his pace for a moment and I found myself begging him, my voice muffled through the bit. All I got for my pains was a hard smack on my bottom and a renewal of his pace. Once more his hands locked hard on my hips and his front began to slam against my bum. He was grunting and I knew he was about to come. I stuck my bottom out as his cock exploded inside me, a final thrust knocking the breath out of me as he came.

Then he was pulling out and I was left kneeling on the ground, in absolute ecstasy, nude but for my harness, sodden with sweat and with my pussy gaping for attention. I squirmed my bottom, praying he'd put a finger to my clit and let me rub myself against him. He didn't, and I heard him laugh, presumably at the exhibition I was making of myself.

For a horrible moment I thought he was going to leave me like that, but then I felt the delicious sensation of his tongue on my pussy as he buried his face between my legs and began to lick me. The muscular firmness of his tongue found my clit almost immediately and I began to squirm myself against his face, immediately feeling the first tingle of orgasm. It went right up my spine, exploding in my head and making me scream, then clench my teeth hard on the leather bit. Suddenly I could feel every bit of rope and leather that secured me in place, my limbs straining against them as I came again.

I'm not sure how long my orgasm lasted, but my the time I was finished I had collapsed in a sobbing heap on the grass. I finally looked up to find Matthew standing beside me with a knowing grin on his face. He had tidied himself up and looked quite at ease, certainly infinitely more than I did. I managed to pull myself into a kneeling position but my legs felt too weak to rise and I was trembling with the after effect of sex. My bottom was smarting and my pussy felt sore and sensitive. I also knew that there would be bruises on my hips where he had held me, but I didn't care, it would just be a nice reminder of what we had done.

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