[TBBT] Ch: 31 [Roleplay with Penny] [r18] (Patreon)

AN: Really a big smut chapter. And I didn't get much time to edit it. Hopefully it's alright.

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I pulled Penny closer, letting the producer persona settle over me like a tailored jacket.  “Alright, Ms. Omaha. Let’s pick up where we left off. You’re the fresh-faced farm girl who just got off the bus. I’m the producer who can make or break your career. And right now, I need to see exactly what I’m working with.”

Penny’s cheeks flushed pink. She dropped her gaze for a second, then looked up through her lashes the way she always did when she was playing shy. “Um… okay, Mr. Producer,” she whispered. “What… what do you want me to do?”

I stepped back just enough to lean against the edge of the couch, arms folded. “Take the top off. I want to see how you move when the camera’s rolling.”

She hesitated, fingers twisting in the hem of her top. Her shoulders lifted in a tiny, nervous shrug. “I’ve never… I mean, back home we didn’t do stuff like this in front of people.” Her voice stayed soft, almost apologetic. “Is this really part of the audition?”

“It is if you want the part,” I answered. “The director’s going to need to know you can handle intimate scenes. So show me.”

Penny bit her lower lip. Then she nodded once.

“Okay… if that’s what you need.”

She crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her top, and tugged it upward. The fabric caught for a second under her chin before she pulled it free and let it drop to the floor. Beneath it she wore a simple pale pink bra, the kind that looked like it had been bought on sale rather than for seduction. She immediately folded her arms across her middle, half-hiding herself.

I stayed quiet, just watching her perfect body.  

“Arms down,” I said after a beat. “I can’t see the product if you’re covering it.”

Slowly she lowered her hands, fingers curling into fists at her sides. She stood there, bare from the waist up except for the bra, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“Is… is that enough?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Not yet. The jeans next.”

Penny’s breath hitched. She glanced down at the button of her jeans. “You’re really gonna make me do the whole thing?”  

“That’s the job, sweetheart. Camera doesn’t care about modesty. Either you can sell the scene or you can’t,” I said.

She swallowed, then reached for the button. Her hands trembled just enough to be noticeable as she worked it open and slid the zipper down. The denim loosened around her hips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed, wiggling a little to get the fabric past her thighs. The jeans pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them carefully, leaving her in the pink bra and matching pink panties.

She immediately tried to cover herself again, one arm across her chest, the other hand hovering near her hip.  

“This feels really weird,” Penny admitted, eyes fixed on a spot somewhere near my shoulder. “Like I’m not supposed to be standing here like this.”

I pushed off the couch and walked a slow circle around her, the way a director might study an actress under lights.  

“You’re doing fine. Keep your chin up and look at me.”

She lifted her head. The shyness was still written all over her face, but there was a spark of mischief underneath it now.  

“What else do you want me to take off, Mr. Producer?”

I stopped in front of her, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. God! She smells like vanilla. “The bra," I said. "Hands behind your back when it’s gone. I want a clear look.”

Penny’s eyes widened. For a second I thought she might break character and laugh, but she stayed in the role. Her fingers fumbled with the clasp behind her. It took two tries before the straps loosened. She slipped the bra down her arms and let it fall, then immediately put her hands behind her back the way I’d asked.

She stood there, bare-chested, breathing a little faster.  

I just kept looking at her boobs for a moment. Her nipples were hard and pink, and I just wanted to kiss them and suck them... But gotta stay in the character.

“I… I feel kind of exposed,” Penny said, maintaining the farm-girl voice. 

“You're beautiful, Penny,” I told her. “And there's no need to worry about anything. Trust me. Just one more piece and we’ll talk about the kissing scene.”

Her gaze dropped to the last scrap of fabric still covering her. She shifted her weight again, clearly nervous, but she didn’t argue.  

“Okay,” she whispered. “Just… tell me when to stop."

Penny’s fingers slid under the waistband of her panties. She began easing the fabric down. The pale pink cotton peeled away from her hips in a careful, deliberate slide. I watched the soft skin of her lower belly come into view, then the smooth, completely bare mound beneath. She had shaved clean for the night. The soft outer lips of her pussy stayed closed, neat and pink, looking almost delicate in the light of my living room.

The panties slipped past her thighs and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them and immediately brought one hand forward again, hovering like she wanted to cover herself. I stopped her with a quiet look.

“Hands behind your back. Let me see.”

She obeyed. Standing there completely naked, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, clearly fighting the urge to hide.

I dropped to my knees right in front of her, close enough that my face was level with the place between her legs. My heart was hammering. My cock strained hard in my pants, pressing up against the zipper like it was trying to punch its way out.

Up close, her pussy looked even better. The closed lips were smooth and inviting, a perfect soft seam that made my mouth water. I could smell the faint clean scent of her skin mixed with something warmer underneath. My hands settled on her bare hips to keep her steady while I leaned in a little closer, studying every detail.

“Jesus, Penny,” I muttered, the producer voice slipping for a second under the raw hunger. “Look at you.”

She trembled under my hands. “Is… is it okay? For the camera, I mean?”

I dragged my thumbs slowly along the crease where her thighs met her body, feeling the heat of her skin. My cock throbbed again. The need to touch her, to open those soft lips and taste what was waiting, was too much. I decided to just go for it.

“More than okay,” I said. “You’re perfect."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the soft, closed seam of her pussy in a slow kiss. Her skin's warmth against my mouth sent a jolt straight through me. I held it for a second longer than necessary, breathing her in.

Penny’s breath caught. “I thought we were supposed to do kissing next.”

I looked up at her, still on my knees, and gave a small, knowing smile. “That’s what I’m doing.”

I leaned in again and kissed her pussy a second time, firmer this time, letting my mouth linger against those smooth lips before I finally pulled back. Then I stood up. My hands slid under her bare thighs and around her back. I lifted her easily, like she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around my waist on instinct.

Penny’s arms went around my neck. The second our faces were level, we crashed into each other. The kiss was messy and hungry, all open mouths and tongues sliding together without any of the careful teasing from earlier. She made a soft, needy sound against my lips. I answered by tightening my hold on her and walking us straight toward the bedroom.

I carried her through the doorway and set her down on the edge of the bed. For a moment I just looked at her sitting there completely naked, cheeks flushed, lips already swollen from the way we’d been kissing.

Then I took off my clothes.

My cock sprang free. Penny’s eyes dropped to it and stayed there for a long second. She bit her lower lip again, the shy farm-girl act still clinging to her even though her breathing had gone uneven.

“Still with me, Ms. Omaha?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah… I’m with you.”

I kept my eyes on hers as I stepped closer to the bed. “Lie back for me,” I said. “Right in the middle. Legs open.”

Penny hesitated only a second, the shy farm-girl mask still in place, then scooted backward until her shoulders met the pillows. She settled against the sheets and slowly parted her thighs. Her bare pussy came into full view, soft pink lips still mostly closed.

I climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs. My hands slid under her knees and guided them a little wider. She made a small sound in her throat but stayed still.

“Look at me,” I told her.

She looked at me.

I lowered my head and kissed the inside of her left thigh, then the right. I worked my way inward with slow, open-mouthed kisses until my lips brushed the soft seam of her pussy again. This time I didn’t pull away. I pressed my mouth fully against her and dragged my tongue upward in one long lick.

Penny’s hips jerked. A soft, startled moan slipped out of her.

I did it again, slower, parting her lips with the flat of my tongue so I could taste her properly. She was already wet. The clean, warm flavor of her coated my tongue and made my cock throb hard against the mattress. I licked her open with steady pressure, focusing on the sensitive bud at the top. Every time my tongue circled it, she sucked in a sharp breath.

“God… Karl…” she whispered, the farm-girl voice cracking for a second.

I hummed against her and kept going. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her open while I ate her pussy. I sucked gently on her clit, then flicked the tip of my tongue over it in quick, light patterns. Her legs started to tremble. One of her hands found my hair and twisted into it, not pulling, just holding on.

After eating her pussy for a few minutes, I left her thighs and slid one finger along her entrance, teasing the slick opening without pushing inside yet. She lifted her hips toward the touch, seeking more. I gave her what she wanted, easing the finger in slowly while my mouth stayed busy on her clit. She was tight and hot. I curled the finger upward and stroked the soft spot inside her in time with the movement of my tongue.

Penny’s breathing turned ragged. Soft, broken sounds kept escaping her throat. Her free hand clenched the sheet beside her hip.

I added a second finger, stretching her carefully, and pumped them in a steady rhythm. My tongue never left her clit. I licked and sucked and circled it while my fingers worked deeper, the wet sounds of what I was doing filling the quiet bedroom. Her thighs tightened around my head. Her hips rolled against my mouth in small, helpless movements.

“God, Penny,” I murmured against her skin. “You taste so good.”

I kept the pace even, not rushing, drawing it out. Every time her breathing hitched, I slowed just enough to keep her right on the edge. My cock ached, pressed hard into the mattress, but I ignored it. Right now the only thing that mattered was the way she was coming apart under my mouth and hands.

Penny’s fingers tightened in my hair.

"I think... Ohh I'm gonna... Mhmmmmm" A longer moan slipped out of her, and her whole body trembled. She was having an orgasm. I licked her through it, fingers still moving inside her, until the trembling eased and her grip on my hair loosened.

I kissed the inside of her thigh once more, then looked up. Her chest rose and fell fast. The shy act had mostly burned away, but a little of it still lingered in the way she watched me through half-lidded eyes.

“Did you cum?” I asked, licking my lips.

She nodded. “Yeah… I did.”

I rose up over her before leaning down to kiss her. Penny met me halfway, tasting herself on my tongue without hesitation. Her legs stayed open around my hips as I settled between them. My cock brushed against her still-slick folds and she sucked in a breath.

“You ready for the next part of the audition?” I asked, voice low.

She nodded. “Yeah. I'm ready to do anything for the role, Mister Producer.”

"Good girl," I said before kissing her forehead.

I reached down and guided myself to her entrance. The head of my cock pressed against her pussy. I pushed forward slowly, watching her face the entire time. She was tight, the kind of tight that made my jaw clench. Inch by inch, I sank into her until I was buried to the hilt. Her walls fluttered around me.

"Ssseeeee~ Mhmmm..." Penny moaned with a little smile. "So big." 

I held still for a few seconds, giving her time to adjust. My forehead rested against hers. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Keep going.”

I pulled back almost all the way and thrust in again, deeper this time. The wet heat of her gripped me perfectly. I set a steady rhythm, not too fast, letting her feel every inch. Penny’s hands slid up my back and locked around my shoulders. Her legs wrapped higher around my waist, heels digging into the backs of my thighs.

Each slam dragged a soft moan out of her. I kissed her neck, then her jaw, then found her mouth again. Our kisses turned messy as I picked up the pace. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixed with her quiet gasps and the creak of the mattress. 

I loved the way she was clenching my cock every time I slammed into her all the way.

“Right there,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”

I picked up the pace, driving into her with longer thrusts that filled her completely. Her eyes fluttered half-closed and a soft moan spilled from her lips, so I eased back, slowing the rhythm until each push was deliberate and deep. Penny’s brows knitted in that familiar needy way. I answered by speeding up again, hips snapping forward harder. 

The shy farm-girl look cracked a little more with every thrust. I watched her face closely. When her mouth fell open and her breathing turned shallow, I slowed once more, grinding deep so she could feel every inch. The second her expression shifted toward frustration, I gave her what she wanted, fucking her faster until the bedframe creaked under us.

“Mr. Producer… God…” she whispered, still trying to stay in character even as her legs trembled around my waist.

I kept the rhythm shifting. Fast enough to make her gasp, then slower when her eyes went wide and glassy. Sweat beaded along her collarbone. Her pink nipples brushed my chest with every movement. I leaned down and kissed her hard while my hips kept working between her thighs. She kissed back hungrily, tongue sliding against mine, the last traces of shyness melting under the steady pressure of my cock filling her.

The faster I went, the tighter she clenched. I could feel her getting close again. Her heels pressed into the backs of my thighs, pulling me deeper. Soft broken sounds kept leaving her throat. I stayed locked on her face, reading every flicker of pleasure, adjusting without a word. When her lips parted on a silent moan, I drove into her harder, chasing that second peak for her.

Penny’s whole body tensed.

"Cum on my cock," I whispered.

"FUCKKKK!!!!" Her back arched off the sheets and a long moan tore out of her as the orgasm hit. Her walls fluttered and squeezed around me in tight waves. I kept moving through it, slower now, letting her ride the pleasure out while I kissed the side of her neck.

The second the tremors eased, she looked up at me. The farm-girl voice vanished completely.

“Fuck it,” she said, breathing hard. “I’m gonna ride you like a fucking stallion.”

Before I could answer, she shoved at my chest. I rolled onto my back and she climbed over me. Her bare thighs straddled my hips. She reached down, lined my cock up, and sank in one continuous slide until I was buried inside her again.

Penny planted her hands on my chest and started moving. She rose up until only the head remained inside her, then dropped back down hard. The wet slap of her ass meeting my thighs filled the room. She set a demanding pace right away, rolling her hips and grinding down every time she took me fully.

I grabbed her waist and held on, watching her bounce. Her blonde hair fell around her face. Her breasts swayed with every motion. The shy act was gone. This was pure Penny, chasing exactly what she wanted. She leaned forward a little, changing the angle so my cock dragged against that sensitive spot inside her on every descent.

“Jesus, Karl,” she breathed, no longer playing. “You feel so fucking good.”

I thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm. She moaned louder and rode me harder, using my body like she owned it. I slid one hand up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over the hard nipple while she kept working herself on my cock.

She was already building toward another orgasm. Her movements grew more urgent, the bounce turning into a desperate grind.

I kept my eyes on her face the entire time, letting her take every bit of control she wanted.

Penny kept riding me hard, her hips slamming down until my cock slipped free of her with a wet sound. The sudden emptiness made her cry out. She stayed on her knees above me and ground her pussy along the length of my shaft instead, rubbing her clit against the underside. 

A rush of fluid flooded out of her. She squirted hard, the warm stream soaking my stomach and thighs while she ground against me without stopping. 

“Oh God… oh God… oh God…” she moaned loudly, voice cracking with each wave. Her thighs shook. More fluid pulsed out of her as she kept rocking.

The moment the last tremor faded, she reached down, grabbed my cock, and guided it straight back inside.

"Fuck!" I coudn't help but moan in pleasure.

She sank onto me in one motion and started bouncing again. Her walls were still fluttering from the first orgasm. Within half a minute, her body locked up a second time. Another hard squirt forced its way out around my cock, soaking both of us further while she rode through it, moaning my name.

I was right on the edge. 

“Penny… I’m close,” I warned her, hands gripping her hips.

She lifted off me at once, slid down my body, and pressed my cock between her breasts. She squeezed them together around the shaft and moved them up and down, the soft flesh sliding slickly over me from the mess we had already made. The pressure was perfect. I watched the head appear and disappear between her tits with every motion of her hands.

"Arggg~ Hmmmm!" Thick ropes of cum shot out across her chest, splashing over the tops of her breasts and running down into the valley between them. She kept working me through it until the pulses slowed.

Then she dipped her head, took the tip into her mouth, and sucked gently. Her tongue circled the head while she milked the last drops from me, swallowing what she drew out until I had nothing left. She stayed there a few seconds longer, soft lips sealed around me, before finally letting go and looking up with a satisfied little smile.

"Fuck! Hahahaha," I huffed in pleasure. 

Penny smiled as she kissed the tip of my cock. 

"Well, Mr. Producer, am I gonna get the role now?" She asked while rubbing the tip against her lips.