So I guess my challenge was far to challenging for many. Notice there are only 3 who participated. And I so love that they chose fruit!! When I put these things in there they don't need to be the primary part of the story, but these two fruits became super hot features.
What I need is an audience vote. Three stories is not really a contest is it? I'm tempted to say all three finger licking and sticky stories win. What do you think?? There is a poll below. Bare with me, I've never done one before. I will close the poll on the 22nd. (earlier if it seems the vote number is set) That's one week so I can open my October one. I would appreciate you spreading the word for me. ;)
**I do not own the picture, it's obvious its from Shutterstock!**
What I need is an audience vote. Three stories is not really a contest is it? I'm tempted to say all three finger licking and sticky stories win. What do you think?? There is a poll below. Bare with me, I've never done one before. I will close the poll on the 22nd. (earlier if it seems the vote number is set) That's one week so I can open my October one. I would appreciate you spreading the word for me. ;)
**I do not own the picture, it's obvious its from Shutterstock!**
The Banana Split
by Christina Mandara
“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?” Marie had to tame the fits of giggles that were threatening to escape.
“I’d be more careful if I were you, seeing as how you happen to be tied up, naked and completely at my mercy.” Brennan smiled wickedly. “And no, it’s not a banana, but here is one I prepared earlier.” He produced the item in question from his pocket and in the other hand he held a bottle of squirty cream.
“Brennan, when you said you were dining off my body for dessert, that’s not quite what I had in mind…” Marie said.
“Actually, darling, you are the dessert. It’s an experiment. You are going to be a live, kicking and screaming banana split, complete with all the trimmings. Have you guessed where this is going yet?” His gaze travelled the length of her body and settled on a spot that was pulsing rather heavily. Slowly, he began to peel a section of skin from the curvy fruit and watched as Marie squirmed.
“Brennan, you wouldn’t! What if some of the banana gets, umm, lost?” Marie’s voice had turned into a breathy little whisper.
“I’ll just have to suck it out, my sweet, but you’ll be pleased to know I’ve brought my own sundae spoon just in case I need to dig a little deeper.” He pulled out a long, silver spoon from his back pocket. “Hmm, maybe you should suck it first, just to make sure it’s clean.” Grinning, he traced a pattern across the carmine lipstick that she wore, smearing the bright wax into the spoon’s shiny surface, before letting her have a little suck. “Good girl.” He had to pull rather hard in order for her to release it, and when it finally broke free it was accompanied by a loud, sucking ‘pop.’ He resumed the peeling of his banana. When he’d finished, he broke the long flesh in two. “As I don’t want you to wake the neighbours, the first half of this beauty is going to be used to make sure you stay quiet. You sink your ivories into that beast and I’ll spank a certain area of your anatomy raw later, not to mention the fact that you will not be allowed release in any shape or form. Smiling darkly, he gagged her neatly with the first half of banana. She moaned in response. “Right, let’s hide the rest of this baby.”
He wasted no time in getting down to business. The squishy flesh of the banana was slowly inserted into the very core of her body and to help him on his quest, she gushed honeyed sweetness with copious enthusiasm. In seconds, his task was complete.
“Now for the cream,” he said.
Marie thought she’d made enough of that already, but he was not to be satisfied. Inserting the freezing cold nozzle, directly behind the buried banana, he squeezed. And squeezed. And squeezed. He then proceeded to draw pretty patterns all over her body, leaving two rather impressive, twin, creamy mountains, freshly painted in snowy white foam. He topped them with cherries and sprinkles. Marie wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill him or demand that he give her a damn good servicing, right this instant. Oh, yes, that was right, she couldn’t. When she felt him dribble squirty cream over the half of banana that she had been ordered not to bite into, she groaned again.
“Would you like to be eaten?”
She could only nod frantically in response. Her body was on fire.
“Too bad, because I’m going to devour you.”
Bending towards her, he licked a single drop of cream off the uppermost point of the banana and savoured it. Marie squirmed. She was a wriggling, writhing, deliciously wet and sticky mass of trembling anticipation and she couldn’t wait to be consumed.
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by Christina Mandara
“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?” Marie had to tame the fits of giggles that were threatening to escape.
“I’d be more careful if I were you, seeing as how you happen to be tied up, naked and completely at my mercy.” Brennan smiled wickedly. “And no, it’s not a banana, but here is one I prepared earlier.” He produced the item in question from his pocket and in the other hand he held a bottle of squirty cream.
“Brennan, when you said you were dining off my body for dessert, that’s not quite what I had in mind…” Marie said.
“Actually, darling, you are the dessert. It’s an experiment. You are going to be a live, kicking and screaming banana split, complete with all the trimmings. Have you guessed where this is going yet?” His gaze travelled the length of her body and settled on a spot that was pulsing rather heavily. Slowly, he began to peel a section of skin from the curvy fruit and watched as Marie squirmed.
“Brennan, you wouldn’t! What if some of the banana gets, umm, lost?” Marie’s voice had turned into a breathy little whisper.
“I’ll just have to suck it out, my sweet, but you’ll be pleased to know I’ve brought my own sundae spoon just in case I need to dig a little deeper.” He pulled out a long, silver spoon from his back pocket. “Hmm, maybe you should suck it first, just to make sure it’s clean.” Grinning, he traced a pattern across the carmine lipstick that she wore, smearing the bright wax into the spoon’s shiny surface, before letting her have a little suck. “Good girl.” He had to pull rather hard in order for her to release it, and when it finally broke free it was accompanied by a loud, sucking ‘pop.’ He resumed the peeling of his banana. When he’d finished, he broke the long flesh in two. “As I don’t want you to wake the neighbours, the first half of this beauty is going to be used to make sure you stay quiet. You sink your ivories into that beast and I’ll spank a certain area of your anatomy raw later, not to mention the fact that you will not be allowed release in any shape or form. Smiling darkly, he gagged her neatly with the first half of banana. She moaned in response. “Right, let’s hide the rest of this baby.”
He wasted no time in getting down to business. The squishy flesh of the banana was slowly inserted into the very core of her body and to help him on his quest, she gushed honeyed sweetness with copious enthusiasm. In seconds, his task was complete.
“Now for the cream,” he said.
Marie thought she’d made enough of that already, but he was not to be satisfied. Inserting the freezing cold nozzle, directly behind the buried banana, he squeezed. And squeezed. And squeezed. He then proceeded to draw pretty patterns all over her body, leaving two rather impressive, twin, creamy mountains, freshly painted in snowy white foam. He topped them with cherries and sprinkles. Marie wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill him or demand that he give her a damn good servicing, right this instant. Oh, yes, that was right, she couldn’t. When she felt him dribble squirty cream over the half of banana that she had been ordered not to bite into, she groaned again.
“Would you like to be eaten?”
She could only nod frantically in response. Her body was on fire.
“Too bad, because I’m going to devour you.”
Bending towards her, he licked a single drop of cream off the uppermost point of the banana and savoured it. Marie squirmed. She was a wriggling, writhing, deliciously wet and sticky mass of trembling anticipation and she couldn’t wait to be consumed.
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Berries
by Kayla Lords
Bringing the strawberry up to her mouth, John smiled as he watched Katie’s lips wrap around the red fruit.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned in pleasure. “I do love strawberries! Berries of any kind, really.”
John grinned devilishly. His voice lowered in pitch. “I love your berries more, little one.”
Katie felt her lack of clothing in that moment in a way she hadn’t before. She felt the flush creep across her skin. She looked away, embarrassed.
“And I do love it when you blush, babygirl.” He couldn’t keep the satisfaction from his voice.
John leaned forward to suckle Katie’s taut berries, taking one deep into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive nubs of flesh. He chuckled under his breath as the goose bumps pebbled Katie’s pale body.
“Open up for me, little one,” John commanded.
Katie’s legs parted, revealing glistening moisture. John leaned close and inhaled deeply, his nose within a hairsbreadth of her core. She hissed as his tongue darted out, barely grazing her, teasing her flesh.
“Your juice tastes as sweet as the berries,” he growled gently. “Wider, little one, I want to feast on you.”
Katie opened wider as John nestled between her legs. His fingers gently parted her slick folds. He inspected each inch of her silky smoothness. She moved against him, wordlessly begging for his touch.
“Patience, little one,” John crooned. “I want to savor my dessert.”
Burying his nose in Katie’s skin, he breathed deeply again. John adored her scent. More than that, he craved the taste of her. Tired of holding himself back, he plunged his tongue like a spear into her depths.
Half-sitting up, she’d watch him as he buried his head between her thighs. Katie’s head fell back in pleasure at his assault. She began to moan and gasp in pleasure, writhing as sensations poured over her body.
John grasped Katie’s hips in his hands, pulling her closer to him. His tongue tasted and teased swollen flesh. His teeth teased sensitive skin. He reveled in her cries of pleasure as he tormented her.
“Ohhhh, mmmm, please, Sir, please may I…may I….ohhhhhhhh God!!!!!” Katie squealed.
Pausing just long enough to answer, John said, “Yes, little one, now!”
At his words, Katie’s entire body stiffened. Her hands grasped the air, seeking purchase. Her toes curled, as her back arched. She felt her body spasm over and over again in release. Fluids poured from her body, flowing over John’s mouth and chin. Finally spent, Katie’s body melted into a pool of relaxed flesh. John leaned forward, over her body, his face glistening with moisture. He smiled down at her before kissing her fully.
“Mmmmm, you’re right, Sir,” Katie purred. “I do taste sweet.”
John threw his head back and laughed in delight.
“Yes, babygirl, you do,” he chuckled. “I do love your berries and your juice.”
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by Kayla Lords
Bringing the strawberry up to her mouth, John smiled as he watched Katie’s lips wrap around the red fruit.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned in pleasure. “I do love strawberries! Berries of any kind, really.”
John grinned devilishly. His voice lowered in pitch. “I love your berries more, little one.”
Katie felt her lack of clothing in that moment in a way she hadn’t before. She felt the flush creep across her skin. She looked away, embarrassed.
“And I do love it when you blush, babygirl.” He couldn’t keep the satisfaction from his voice.
John leaned forward to suckle Katie’s taut berries, taking one deep into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive nubs of flesh. He chuckled under his breath as the goose bumps pebbled Katie’s pale body.
“Open up for me, little one,” John commanded.
Katie’s legs parted, revealing glistening moisture. John leaned close and inhaled deeply, his nose within a hairsbreadth of her core. She hissed as his tongue darted out, barely grazing her, teasing her flesh.
“Your juice tastes as sweet as the berries,” he growled gently. “Wider, little one, I want to feast on you.”
Katie opened wider as John nestled between her legs. His fingers gently parted her slick folds. He inspected each inch of her silky smoothness. She moved against him, wordlessly begging for his touch.
“Patience, little one,” John crooned. “I want to savor my dessert.”
Burying his nose in Katie’s skin, he breathed deeply again. John adored her scent. More than that, he craved the taste of her. Tired of holding himself back, he plunged his tongue like a spear into her depths.
Half-sitting up, she’d watch him as he buried his head between her thighs. Katie’s head fell back in pleasure at his assault. She began to moan and gasp in pleasure, writhing as sensations poured over her body.
John grasped Katie’s hips in his hands, pulling her closer to him. His tongue tasted and teased swollen flesh. His teeth teased sensitive skin. He reveled in her cries of pleasure as he tormented her.
“Ohhhh, mmmm, please, Sir, please may I…may I….ohhhhhhhh God!!!!!” Katie squealed.
Pausing just long enough to answer, John said, “Yes, little one, now!”
At his words, Katie’s entire body stiffened. Her hands grasped the air, seeking purchase. Her toes curled, as her back arched. She felt her body spasm over and over again in release. Fluids poured from her body, flowing over John’s mouth and chin. Finally spent, Katie’s body melted into a pool of relaxed flesh. John leaned forward, over her body, his face glistening with moisture. He smiled down at her before kissing her fully.
“Mmmmm, you’re right, Sir,” Katie purred. “I do taste sweet.”
John threw his head back and laughed in delight.
“Yes, babygirl, you do,” he chuckled. “I do love your berries and your juice.”
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Her First Test
by Andy Deepthought69
Anya knelt, still and quiet. She wore suspenders, stockings and a blindfold.
A deep male voice from behind her said.
“Be a good girl. Don’t move or make a sound”
She heard footsteps as he walked slowly around her, his footsteps echoing on the hard wooden floor. A hand touched her shoulder lightly before sliding lower to cup her tender flesh. His fingers strayed to the swollen tip and pinched it hard. Anya knew better than to make a sound and suppressed the gasp that tried to escape her lips.
“Excellent” he whispered in her ear.
The footsteps receded and she strained to hear where he was. The sound of a door a few minutes later suggested he had left… but for how long? Anya knew better than to relax. The floor was cold and hard on her knees but she wouldn’t move, not this time.
She heard the door again. No footsteps yet though. She waited, still and silent. Was that breathing she could hear? She wasn’t sure and strained her senses, listening hard, inclining her head slightly to the left.
A line of hot pain appeared across her naked rear accompanied by the unmistakable crack of a cane on her flesh.
“I said not to move”
“Sorry mast…”
The pain flared again as the cane lashed across her once more.
“I also said not to make any noise”
Again the cane slapped against her, raising a fresh welt. This time she remained impassive. The cane bit once more. Four bright red stripes evident across her alabaster flesh.
“Good girl. That’s much better. Now, open your mouth.”
Anya did as instructed and opened her mouth. She felt the cane gently touch her tender flesh. It traced a line up her back and onto her shoulder before slowly moving down her body. The tip of the cane paused in the middle of her chest before descending across her smooth flat stomach and tracing the outline of the hair that had been there only yesterday.
The cane passed lightly over her wetness before easing down her inner thigh then up the other before burying itself inside her. The cane was pulled slowly forwards, its length pressing against her most sensitive part as it slid through her, sending electricity racing through her nervous system.
She still knelt immobile, mouth wide open, her senses heightened by the blindfold induced darkness. The pleasure was almost too much for her to bear.
As the cane disappeared her senses strained to work out what was coming next.
She felt something lightly touch her lips, the scent was unmistakable and it was all she could do not to move. He moved so the tip circled her mouth, passing over her lips, tracing the outline of her mouth, teasing her.
“Very good” he said “I hope you’re ready to suck”
A different scent assailed her nose but before she registered the fact her mouth was filled with the long, firm shaft and she tried not to gag as he thrust a banana into her expectant mouth. She hesitated briefly before wrapping her lips around the fruit and sucking it hard.
“Good girl” He said “Now, let’s get rid of the fruit and do it properly shall we. And yes, this time you really can swallow”
With that he threw the fruit aside and thrust himself into her mouth. She took it hungrily, deep into her throat and did her best to remain still as he thrust again and again into her until with a final spasm he filled her mouth with thick creamy fluid.
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by Andy Deepthought69
Anya knelt, still and quiet. She wore suspenders, stockings and a blindfold.
A deep male voice from behind her said.
“Be a good girl. Don’t move or make a sound”
She heard footsteps as he walked slowly around her, his footsteps echoing on the hard wooden floor. A hand touched her shoulder lightly before sliding lower to cup her tender flesh. His fingers strayed to the swollen tip and pinched it hard. Anya knew better than to make a sound and suppressed the gasp that tried to escape her lips.
“Excellent” he whispered in her ear.
The footsteps receded and she strained to hear where he was. The sound of a door a few minutes later suggested he had left… but for how long? Anya knew better than to relax. The floor was cold and hard on her knees but she wouldn’t move, not this time.
She heard the door again. No footsteps yet though. She waited, still and silent. Was that breathing she could hear? She wasn’t sure and strained her senses, listening hard, inclining her head slightly to the left.
A line of hot pain appeared across her naked rear accompanied by the unmistakable crack of a cane on her flesh.
“I said not to move”
“Sorry mast…”
The pain flared again as the cane lashed across her once more.
“I also said not to make any noise”
Again the cane slapped against her, raising a fresh welt. This time she remained impassive. The cane bit once more. Four bright red stripes evident across her alabaster flesh.
“Good girl. That’s much better. Now, open your mouth.”
Anya did as instructed and opened her mouth. She felt the cane gently touch her tender flesh. It traced a line up her back and onto her shoulder before slowly moving down her body. The tip of the cane paused in the middle of her chest before descending across her smooth flat stomach and tracing the outline of the hair that had been there only yesterday.
The cane passed lightly over her wetness before easing down her inner thigh then up the other before burying itself inside her. The cane was pulled slowly forwards, its length pressing against her most sensitive part as it slid through her, sending electricity racing through her nervous system.
She still knelt immobile, mouth wide open, her senses heightened by the blindfold induced darkness. The pleasure was almost too much for her to bear.
As the cane disappeared her senses strained to work out what was coming next.
She felt something lightly touch her lips, the scent was unmistakable and it was all she could do not to move. He moved so the tip circled her mouth, passing over her lips, tracing the outline of her mouth, teasing her.
“Very good” he said “I hope you’re ready to suck”
A different scent assailed her nose but before she registered the fact her mouth was filled with the long, firm shaft and she tried not to gag as he thrust a banana into her expectant mouth. She hesitated briefly before wrapping her lips around the fruit and sucking it hard.
“Good girl” He said “Now, let’s get rid of the fruit and do it properly shall we. And yes, this time you really can swallow”
With that he threw the fruit aside and thrust himself into her mouth. She took it hungrily, deep into her throat and did her best to remain still as he thrust again and again into her until with a final spasm he filled her mouth with thick creamy fluid.
Follow him on Twitter: @deepthought69
His Blog: deepthought69.blogspot.co.uk
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