The Best Way to Peel a Banana

The Best Way to Peel a Banana

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Benawriter offered a challenge/contest for the fair ladies of BS to discover their ways to go about fellatio if given complete control to do whatever they wish. As this is a subject of much interest to me, and I love challenges, I could not pass up the opportunity to participate. The writer with the most reads will be declared the winner. My tale that follows is my submission. It involves a night my lover should long soon forget…

Summary

Benawriter offered a challenge/contest for the fair ladies of BS to discover their ways to go about fellatio if given complete control to do whatever they wish. As this is a subject of much interest to me, and I love challenges, I could not pass up the opportunity to participate. The writer with the most reads will be declared the winner.

My tale that follows is my submission. It involves a night my lover should long soon forget…

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Submitted: September 16, 2016

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Submitted: September 16, 2016

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You come over to my apartment at my invitation.  My text earlier indicates that the door will be unlocked.  You try it, and it is.  Upon entering, you turn to secure the front door.  You find all around you a bit dim.  As your eyes adjust, you note a fire burning in the gas fireplace casting all in a romantic glow.  Your eye draws directly before you where a lone chair is situated in the middle of the room.  With a frown, you approach what appears to be a cushioned dining room chair.

“Take off your clothes, sweetheart,” I say from the sofa that I’ve shoved over toward the fire to make room for your place of honor nearly in the center of my apartment. 

You notice me now since you followed the direction of my voice.  I’m sitting on the sofa with my long legs crossed, wearing gold heels, and a yellow silk negligée.  My hair bounces with curls held back by a rhinestone headband that twinkles in the firelight.  Casually a flute of bubbly dangles from one hand.

Smiling, you comply with my request in tune to the low music that sounds.  On repeat, plays one of my favorite songs “Wrapped Around Your Finger” by the Police.  I wanted some noise in the background, but with me everything harbors significance.  I smile as I bob my head a little with the bass that flows strongly throughout the song.  Sipping my champagne, I enjoy the striptease you give me.  And, you say I’m a tease!

I like the decisive way you move.  No timidness to you.  Has there ever been?  That little smile of yours says no.  Not ever with me anyway.  I sigh admiring your form.  I almost wish I could paint.  You’re not buff by any means nor are you skinny.  No, lover, you’re just right.  Just right for me.

We’ve already agreed that we’ll do whatever I want to this time around.  Honestly, I have been looking forward to spending time with you like this.  Our goals have always centered on giving each other pleasure before ourselves.  It certainly has made for some interesting sessions between us in the free flowing exchange of power.  This time would be different.  No exchange would take place tonight.  All the power would be mine alone to do as I wish.

You stand straight, basking in my admiring gaze.  A smirk forms at your lips.  I’m sure you can read my thoughts in some ways.  However, you always say I’m so easy to read.  Good thing I don’t play poker.

I also stand and replace the flute I’m holding with handcuffs and chains.  Your eyes spark with curiosity.  I flash my winning smile while licking my lips.  Once I stand in front of you, I kiss you and share my taste of champagne.  You moan at how my tongue plays with yours in flickers like the tease you know I am.  I nibble your lower lip before I tug on it gently.  I release it licking my lips again.  Your breathing increases, but you seem to like my greeting so far.

“Have a seat, baby.  I have such pleasures in mind for you tonight,” I say as I urge you by your shoulders to sit in the dining room chair.

You obey while looking up to me with anticipation.  Your smile is so trusting.  Squatting, I handcuff your writs together behind you and then loop the chain extended from the center of it down over the lower bar of the chair.  I feed the chain underneath it to the front lower bar for a loop before using the larger cuffs to shackle your ankles.  I stand to see my work with a half-smile and return to the coffee table.  Another sip of champagne taken, I come back to you with a surprise item.  Clear Saran wrap!  Your eyes go wide.

“What’s this for?” you ask as you watch me pull the clear clinging plastic free.

I use it to wrap around your torso and the back of the chair several times.  I lower and repeat this mummification to your calves and a portion of your thighs.  When I stand my smile is full blown.  “I don’t want you to move, my love, no matter what I do.”

You looked down at yourself and tried to move from the chair and couldn’t.  “I won’t now.” 

“Exactly.  Remember that you told me I can do whatever I want.”

“I know, but—“ you begin to protest.

That ceases when I cup your face in my hands and kiss you again.  I sit on your lap with my legs to one side of you.  I run my nails over your head several times before I grip it.  My kiss starts sweetly but turns aggressive like my need feels when you kiss me back.  I wiggle my tush on your lap.  Your cock throbs beneath me making my pussy pulse in response.  A good combo if ever there was one.

You groan at my ass still wiggling in your lap.  Your cock responses in a hurry, stiffening beneath me, and my firm ass.  With the pivot of my hips, I change direction of my motion and shift them to the sound of the Police in the background.  The lyrics are not clear, but the thumping of that Reggae bass like a lazy heartbeat motivates me.  It makes your heart rate set the same pace. 

Your cock thickens from the sensual rub my tight ass delivers.  It leaks bits of pre-cum with each pass along the crack.  I bend over you sensually bracing my hands on my knees and spread them.  I rub your cock with my ass still as your breathing rushes over me.

Looking over my shoulder, I see you watching my ass move over you.  “Do you like that, baby?”

“Make me hard for you, girl!” you reply before biting your lower lip.

My grin grows as I lift off your lap and remove my thong.  Facing you, I twirl it as I snake my body to the music.  I mount you and rest my ass in your lap again.  You try to move but can’t.  I dangle my panties in front of your face.  You take a deep breath breathing me in.

“Oh, baby, see how wet I am for you?  They’re soaked.”  I drape the thin bits of material over your face.  I smear the wet crotch over your nose and lips.

“Mmmm…” you groan, scenting my arousal to you and lick me off your lips.

I start to move my wet pussy against your cock, coating it up and down.  We both look down watching the movement so slow.  I watch you squirm and your prick throb.  There is no penetration just the gentle tease of my pussy lips kissing your man meat.

You look at me with a frown when I stand, and drop my panties.  I begin the chore of lubricating my fingers inside me.  All ten of them!  I moan at the passing, making sure to get them all good and wet.  Once more, I lower myself in a squat before you.  Your eyes burn into mine, but then my focus shifts on the other love of my life.  Your cock!

I wrap both my hands around him.  Your cock seeps lots of pre-cum for me now.  My fists pump up and down your shaft in a slow jerk several times to the beat of the music.  Your breathing rushes faster, and I feel the slight tremble of your body.  You calm yourself almost immediately closing your eyes for a moment. 

I remove all my fingers save the thumb and index finger of one hand from your shaft.  You glisten as I want with both your juices and mine.  I trace the pad of my thumb along the underside of your shaft while the index finger of the same hand mimics that movement from your base to your head.  Both digits circle the head of your cock several times and repeat the same procedure.

“How about this, baby?  Do you like how this feels?”  I inquire looking up at your face flushing with your pleasure.

“Oh sweetness, you are such a tease, but you know me.  I’m gonna hold out,” you assure me.

“You think so, huh?” I ask with my soft smile never ceasing my stoke of your cock with my thumb and index finger but gradually add increasing pressure and desire.

“Uh-huh…mmmm,” you reply and tip your head back a bit.

My two digits have not stopped their tender stroke of your cock so nicely lubricated.  I could have used edible oil but this was much more convenient.  It also served as a method to break down your resistance.  I see it cracking with your subtle tremble when I add an additional finger with the index one in my stroke of your dick. 

Such magnificent control you exhibit!  Oh, but I will break you down, my fine sir.  While I love pushing your limits, I also enjoy the challenge of escalating your pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever felt.  Playing with your cock?  Well, of all the activities to perform on you, that’s by far my favorite.

“Is that a promise?” I ask as my entire hand strokes you now at the same speed, but the hold is firm.  Straight up and down, slight twist up, slight twist down and repeat.  I see the set of your jaw and the determination in your eyes.  You really mean to resist any and everything I do to you.  My smile grows.  I’m just getting warmed up.

“As you asked, I haven’t jerked off since last time we were together.”  You nod looking very proud of yourself. 

I smile thrilled to hear that.  “Excellent.” 

I know that you wouldn’t dare lie to me about such a thing knowing how I would punish you for it.  Besides, you love really intense orgasms waiting gives you.  With a sigh, I relish at how lucky I am to find a man so inclined like me to give as well as receive pleasure so willingly.  How great that is! 

I stare up at you.  You stare back, breathing in a pant unable to move anything but your arms, and even those are restricted movements.  The only thing truly free is your head.  I contemplated a mask but no.  I’ve got enough kink with the cuffs and plastic wrap.  Not this time.  I like the idea that some parts of you are free for me to engage without a barrier.

While my hand is busy above stroking your cock, my other hand joins the play below with your balls.  I tickle them with my nails as you squirm.  Cupping them, I feel their weight.  My thumb rubs them gently for a spell in a full hand job of your twig and berries together.

“Ahhhh, fuck!” you shout since your cock throbs steadily. 

The tremble through your body is more pronounced.  “You ready to cum now?”

You shake your head.  “No.”

Somehow, you shut down your cumming and stare at me with that unwavering gleam in your eye.  I love it!  Not to be deterred, with purpose my hands meet at your cock.  My eyes never leave yours.  I mesh the fingers together on the side of it as I shift my body slightly to your side.  My hands provide a tight housing for your prick from the base to the head.  To the music, my hands start their slow journey up and down your dick.  Adding more pressure with my closing palms like walls, my hands shift faster than ever.  More pre-cum oozes and helps create a wet sound with my gliding hands. 

“Oooo… ahhhh... uhhhhhhh!” you groan louder than before at the vise my hand becomes on your meat.

“You like when I squeeze you like the walls of my pussy, baby?” I question lessening the rhythm of my hand movements.  Instead, I make them the hardest that they’ve ever been.

“Fuck!” you cry trying to move against my hand but can’t and rock the chair a bit.  It settles, which is more than can be said for your poor throbbing cock.  You almost grit your teeth at me, and I’m enjoying every moment of your resistance of the inevitable.  “I’m waiting for you to take it from me.  So do it if you can, sweetness.  I dare you.”

“Dare me do you?”  I cluck my tongue followed by a chuckle.  I return to the gentle, almost languid stroke of my thumb and index finger on your stiff cock.  “Don’t you worry, lover.  I have so much more pleasure to give.”

“Bring it, girl.  You know I can take it.”  You sigh at length in a staggered fashion feeling only my two digits again.  You are closer to the edge of a climax before tipping over, but still have the nerve to engage in some trash talking.  Oh, how I do love you trying to stir things up, lover!

I give you no time to get your bearings.  Not this time, smart mouth.  So speaking of mouths…

“FUCK!” you cry as I cap your head with my mouth.  You try with your might to buck into my mouth but you’re thoroughly trapped by plastic and steel.  I’ve not stopped my play either.  Your breath is ragged and sharp.

“Mmmmmm…” I moan at our taste mingled together in the lust that engulfs us.

This is the moment you’ve been waiting for isn’t it, my love?  The hot feel of my little mouth on your big cock?  I know it is, but still stroke the rest of you with my thumb and index finger.  Your throbbing meat responds to my every touch. 

My mouth only captures your sensitive head for my tongue.  Gently the tip of it dances along the sweet slit of flesh.  All the while my lips never release you.  They only change the pressure of the grip depending on the varying action of my wayward tongue. 

I don’t stop groaning as I gaze up at your face fixed on mine and what I’m doing to your cock.  That’s when the sucking begins, and I watch your eyes roll in the back of your head as you groan with me.  My tongue is heavy on your head.  Concentrating on the slit, it draws your sweet pre-cum.  My index finger and thumb encircle your staff like a cock ring and begins the steady gyrating to the music that makes your tremble turn to a rough shudder. 

Your mouth ceases its effort to speak.  So I do it for you.  I moan at the elation you show me on your face.  And…the struggle.  How much you fight to hold on with sweat standing on your face.  Truly commendable, but not for much longer now, lover.

Only the hurried gasps of ecstasy sound from you.  Yes!  Each wet swirl of my tongue crumbles that wall of resistance to dust.  The sucking further erodes any resolve with the flood of desire pooling in your aching balls that want to release the load of jizz you’re building for me. 

Another finger adds to the pace of my hand’s increasing movement up and down the remainder of your cock.  Still I suck your head drawing from you the sweet pre-cum but no more.  I want more than that.  A third finger is added to your cock rub with my thumb.  I fondle your balls, cup them with my free hand and massage them with my thumb.  The licking and sucking of your head never stops.  It alternates but the intensity remains like the bass line of the song. 

Your shudders are prolonged now.  So hard, you breathe, but this only makes me as excited as you sound.  You are at the precipice again bound to fall where I push you.  Especially with my entire fist pumping you in a frenzy.  As I anticipate at last, so much stimulation is the push you need to send you careering to release.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuccccck!” you bellow.  At that announcement, the blast of your cum shoots into my mouth.  My hands leave your prick now.  My lips coast down your entire cock through your orgasm that yield further copious amounts of cum for me to suck down my throat.  All the while, I suck and suck and suck!  My tongue licks your shaft.  My lips rub you through the longest orgasm of your life.  Still I’m sucking long after you’ve ceased to yield the essence I crave.

“Please…” you whimper, but I dwell in my own little world.  My fist pumps your cock interchanging with the dive of my mouth.  Meanwhile I’m fingering my entrance deep that is drenched in my own juices.  I can’t help it.  You make me so wet and horny for you with your satisfied cock in my mouth.

“Sweetness,” you pant and hear me sucking and licking your cock while moaning.  I stick my pussy drenched fingers in your mouth.  They have the desired affect once my honey touches your tongue.  You stare down at me curling that fucking tongue (my other favorite among your body parts) around my fingers and suck them dry the way I suck you now.  I suck you how I want to feel that fucking tongue on my cunt.  Oh how it drips for you, lover, even more!  You see it in my eyes don’t you?

You surprise yourself in how quick you’re hard again.  “Fuck!  Fuck!”

Your cock is extremely sensitive though.  My rough tongue focuses once more on the mushroom head.  Your shudders are violent…so delicious.  I’m moaning still but am on my knees to the side of you.  A new angle deliver my pleasure.  Both my hands pump the shaft from base to head.  The two fists twist in countering directions at the same time.  Faster.  I suck.  Harder. 

You cum in my mouth again shouting, and I’m groaning at your second gift.  The chair shifts back tottering on two legs at how you shake still.  I reach out to grab the back of the chair under your bound arms.  I help right the chair again, and it is probably the only break your poor cock has had for a while.

Your ragged breath wheezes from you.  I look up at your eyes, and you look into mine.  I grab your semi and straddle you.  I use your sensitive head to rim the head at my sopping entrance.

“I’m ready for a different kind of pleasure now, baby.  A human Sybian…would be perfect for my hungry pussy.  And lookie here!  Prime Grade A beef to fill my need.”

“Oh, sweetness,” you whisper hoarsely as I sink you fully inside my hot box.  My body is calling for the release that only you can give deep within me.  Since you are disposed in a perfect position to deliver that, I might as well take full advantage, right?

“We’re long from done, sweetheart,” I say and I squeeze you from the inside. 

You tip your head back as my pussy pulses around you.  “Fuck!”

I groan when I start my shimmy up and down your cock.  “I intend to.”


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