Food 03 - Planed - SinfulScript

Food 03 - Planked

This is the third in my series of food-themed stories that can be read in any order. They are all unrelated episodes.

In this story, a weary wife gets fed and revitalized in her husband's improvised sauna. This is one of the few stories I write where the male character comes first. I believe that in my stories—and in real life—women should cum first and more often than men, to make up for what is surely a long-term historic mismatch in the male:female orgasm ratio. Too many times women are left unfulfilled...

For variety I thought the male should come first in this story. But no worries. She'll get her fair share. He is doing the spa treatment for her after all...

It's Friday night...7 PM. You're just getting back from work two hours late after dealing with a fuck up in the office. You're tired. You called me three hours earlier to explain you'd be late. You sounded exhausted and on the verge of tears.

So I made plans to torture, tease, and please you...just what you need to revitalize.

When I hear you come in the front door, I call down to you to come up to the bathroom because I've drawn a relaxing bath for you.

I can hear you trudge up the stairs...you

are

tired after a long, stressful day. As soon as you enter the bathroom you are engulfed in a thick haze of steam. You wave your arms in a futile effort to clear it. "What the hell..." you mutter.

You are just a gauzy, filmy outline to me, so I must be as hazy or worse, since the steam is thicker where I am. There is a dull glow from a few candles, but otherwise the bathroom is a cloud. "I made the bath extra hot," I explained. (I also turned on the shower extra hot for 15 minutes before you got home to build the steam.)

"I can't get in there," you sputter. "I'll get scalded."

You're not getting

the bath... you're going to lie

over

it!"

"I'm exhausted—and in no mood for jokes," you sputter... again. You are almost in tears.

"I'm sorry ... no joke. I've made a relaxing spa for you. Check it out." I gently take your hand, caress it, pull it to my lips for a kiss, then pull you deeper into the bathroom. You see the bathtub in the haze now. It has two 10-inch wide cedar planks laid lengthwise and set side-by-side over the top of our large claw-footed tub. Together, the 2-inch thick planks form a solid platform. The tub is three-quarters full of very hot water. The cedar boards are comfortably warm.

I undress you and guide you to lie down face up on the two boards. I sanded them very well—there will be no splinters. The scent of the warm cedar and candles is very erotic. I know you love earthy-woodsy fragrances.

By now the mist has mostly cleared so I can now admire your smooth, flawless skin and delectable curves. I take two coils of rope from the bathroom vanity. I push one coil between your legs and snuglit up against your pussy. The texture of the rope excites you. You squirm and squeeze your legs together to have the rope do its magic on your clit. I place the second coil of rope on your tummy. I pull the rope ends of this coil up to your face, letting the trailing, uncoiling second rope glide over your tits and throat. I flick the rope back and forth a few times to look like I'm 'working out tangles'. There are no tangles. I just want the rough rope to flick across your nipples. Your nips are hardening up nicely, but I know you can do better than that...

I command you to stretch your arms above your head, hands clasped together. You comply, and I tie your hands together. I then run the two free ends of the rope through two large eye-screws, one in the end of each board. I make sure during the tying process that there is extra rope snaking across your nipples. By now your nipples are sticking out hard and high like spikes. (What better analogy than 'spikes' when you're on a couple boards and will get 'nailed' later?)

I next tie your ankles together by taking the rope coil pushed up against your mound. I push my left index finger into the loop of rope and into your tight pussy, which is now quite wet. I pull on the rope end to unspool the rope, using my finger as an axle. The uncoiling rope rubs against your wet pussy lips and clit as it unfurls. You moan and squirm with pleasure and building anticipation. You want to know where I'm heading with this.

I thread the two free ends of this rope through two eye-screws in the foot ends of the cedar boards. You are trembling with excitement as I tie the ends of the rope to your ankles to hold your legs fast at the foot end of the boards. You love being tied up.

I go back to your hands and pull hard on the ropes to

really

stretch you. You gasp with surprise. I tie the rope ends to lock you in place.

"Squirm a little," I commanded. You squirm—a lot. I'm getting hot watching your muscles working to move while being so stretched out. Your large, luscious tits are taut and defying gravity because of your arms being stretched back. You glisten with sweat and condensation from the steam.

"I bet you're hungry!" I tease.

I strip off my clothes—taking my time to leisurely pull my tight compression shirt over my torso and over my head. I unbuckle my belt and pull it out. I give you a few light swats across your thighs as a tease, then drop my belt. That's a preview of the spanking you'll be getting later. I have a feeling you'll be begging for a spanking after tonight's spa treatment!

I slide my tight jeans down and step out. I'm now just in sheer, white, ice-silk underwear. I see you licking your lips in anticipation as you eye the thick, solid bulge straining to escape from my underwear. I walk toward your head and pull my waistband down. My stiff cock practically leaps out toward you. I rest it on your lips and you lick lustily and try to move your lips toward the mushroom cap end to suck me. I tease and move my cock around to frustrate you for a few seconds, but I eventually slide my cock between your lips and start pumping your mouth, fucking harder and faster for the next several seconds. Your lips and tongue grasp my meat and I know you're comfortable and ready to work me over without gagging. After about a minute of hard sucking and face fucking,with a few breaks for you to catch your breath, I explode in your mouth. I'm convulsing in orgasm while you hungrily suck and swallow my cum. You give my cockhead some final thorough licks and sucks to get every drop, then give me a devious proud smile. You're a very good 'bad girl'.

You lick your lips and then open your mouth wide to show me you've swallowed everything, I bend over and give you an intense 15-second tongue-licking kiss. I can taste the salty, faintly bleach-like tang of my cum mingle with your minty breath.

"I have something else for you," I say. You look at me expectantly and with some puzzlement.

I pull out a silicone brush, the kind used to spread BBQ sauce on meat. "Barbequing steak or salmon on cedar planks really brings out a unique flavor. I'm going to marinate you on your cedar planks to really bring out your flavor! I can already smell your sweet pussy...showing me you're excited."

I had earlier made a sweet chocolate and wax mixture, combining the two in a wax melting pot set to 50°C. I worked out the ratio earlier and tested it on myself. The chocolate now just barely melts at 50, but cools to a hard glaze on skin without scalding. I dip the silicone brush in the chocolate-wax mix and drizzle it over your tummy. You wince from the pain, and then moan with pleasure. You love wax play. I do, too, but this tastes better than just plain old wax.

After the chocolate hardens I peel a bit off your tummy and push it into your mouth. You savor it and moan with pleasure. You love chocolate. I do, too.

I peel a hardened drizzled strip off your tummy and pop it in my mouth. Delicious!

I bend over your tummy and begin licking and biting the chocolate from you. You pout that you should get some more, too. I slide another chocolate strip in your mouth and watch as you close your eyes and savor it. I lean in and give you a long, tongue-probing, chocolatey kiss.

"Ready for more marinade and glaze?" I ask.

"Yes," you nod eagerly and moan with expectations and excitement.

I drizzle more chocolate on you, making sure your nipples get their share. I use the brush to thoroughly paint your tits with a thick layer. Your wriggle and squirm with pleasure from the warm chocolate-wax mixture and from the silicone bristles stroking and circling your firm, erect nipples, giving them extra-special treatment.

While I wait for the chocolate to harden on your nipples, I turn my attention to your shaved pussy. I slowly—teasingly!—paint a line from your navel to the hood of your clit. (The chocolate's too hot for your clit and pussy lips). The warmth of the creamy and now slightly cooler chocolate drizzles over your clit and drives you insane with passion. You start bucking and thrashing wildly despite being stretched taut by the ropes. Your moaning becomes louder and wilder as I apply the brush more firmly to your clit and work the brush in circles. Then I switch to side-to-side rubbing with the brush. I increase the speed and pressure of my brush strokes on your clit. Your moans and squeals of "Yes! Yes! Oh my fuck, oh my fuck!" become deeper and throatier growls until suddenly rising in pitch as you scream in orgasm. Your body goes rigid in spasm, then starts thrashing. After 15 seconds you go limp, like putty in my arms. I cuddle you for a minute, then I pick the hardened chocolate from your nipples for us to eat...

***

After 20 minutes of cuddles, dirty talk, and sharing chocolate from your body, I roll you over so you are now face down on the plank, your arms and legs still bound together and stretched taut.

I'm out of the melted chocolate, but the puddle of melted wax in a jar candle is threatening to drown the wick. That candle is flickering and glowing less brightly. Time to resuscitate it—and you.

I pour the wax on your back, ass, and thighs. You squeal, moan, and groan in pain, then growl in demented lust. "Use me as your fuck toy! Do whatever you want to me!"

I eagerly slather silicone lube on my now fully re-hardened cock, letting you watch and build in anticipation of what's to come. I push my well-lubed middle finger into your ass. The rubbery-like ring of your sphincter is tight, but yields. I apply more lube and a few more pushing strokes with my finger. You wriggle and moan excitedly. You are ready...

I climb onto the boards, my knees on either side to straddle you and I push my cock into your firm, supple, 'begging' ass. You are so expectant, my cockhead meets only the right amount of resistance needed for every nerve ending in my cock, and in your sphincter, to be stimulated to the max. We both simultaneously gasp, then moan from the intense, overwhelming pleasure as I fill you to the hilt and then withdraw. I start pumping ... slowly at first ... and then building to faster and harder thrusts ... just like you're loudly demanding me to do.

—END—