Lick Him Clean . . . and Blow His Mind
Peanut Butter & Apple Fun
Last week we were working from home, when my wife Kate popped her head into my office and offered a slice of a honey crisp apple dripping with a thick glob of creamy peanut butter. After feeding me a couple of slices, Kate got that mischievous look I’ve seen so many times before. A broad smile spread across her face as the wheels of her creative, kinky mind began to spin, “How was it?” she inquired.
“Deliciously crisp and sweet,” I said.
“When I was in the kitchen preparing you a snack, I thought of how much fun it would be to have an afternoon delight. So how about a game, but know my intentions are anything but sweet, more like wickedly delicious and delightfully naughty.”
“Game on, darling.”
“Meet you in the bedroom.”
By the time I arrived, Kate had already set up a spreader bar across the top of our bed. “To make sure you hold still,” she said, “I’m going to cuff your hands above your head.” Now an even bigger smile began to spread across her face.
In the 10 years since we first met and began our journey into the world of BDSM, Kate is the one who has always been restrained, hands cuffed behind her back or above her head, cuffed to her collar, tied to our headboard, legs spread wide with a spreader bar. And even though I have always been in the role of Dominant and Kate as my submissive, lately she has shown a budding interest in trying her hand as a “Switch.” So for today, we would just have to see where that path took us.
After Kate cuffed my hands to the spreader bar, she said she was unsure whether or not to blindfold me. Was she going to let my imagination run wild or let me watch? One look at each other, and we agreed watching would take the kink up another notch. The blindfold would have to wait another day.
For the next several minutes I watched as Kate used a plastic table knife to slather and smear peanut butter over my cock and balls. She continued laying it on until both were evenly covered. Once she had me where she wanted, she took a thin, cold slice of apple and used it to scrape a wide swath of peanut butter from my genitals. Then she leaned up towards me, looking straight into my eyes, told me to open my mouth, and fed it to me. Rather quickly things got messier and more erotic. The next slice she took into her own mouth, and then so on and so forth, sometimes exchanging what was in her mouth for what was in mine and so it went until the very last slice was gone.
From here on it was Kate using only her mouth, lips, and warm wet tongue to slowly lick off the remaining bits of peanut butter, all the while never taking her eyes off mine. With every long slow stroke of her tongue, she stopped and slowly licked her own lips, taking her time, enjoying the pleasure she was showering on her victim whose cock was now rock hard and begging for more and more attention.
Something to know about Kate. Outside the bedroom, Kate is a kick-ass, white-collar criminal defense attorney, as aggressive and tough as they come. But inside the bedroom, Kate is in her element as the most giving, selfless, loving, sensual, sexy, caring, and kinky woman I’ve ever met. To people unfamiliar with BDSM, Kate is the last person anyone would think of as “submissive” because in every other facet of her life Kate is anything but “submissive.”
It may seem somewhat counterintuitive, but it takes a strong, independent person with high self-esteem to be able to confidently surrender control, to “let go” and fully embrace the submissive role without any hint of embarrassment or guilt about what they are doing or what they are allowing to be done to them. Kate is not “submissive” per se; Kate willingly and lovingly chooses to be submissive in our bedroom (or wherever else we happen to play :) Or as she likes to put it, “Sir, I’m not a submissive; I’m your submissive.”
Kate begins the final cleanup by pressing her tongue to the area right behind my balls, and then slowly licking me, interspersed with little kisses, over, around, and between my balls. Next, she starts licking the base of the shaft, slowly bringing her tongue up one side of my cock, collecting tiny bits of peanut butter all the way, until she gets to the tip. I look on as Kate swirls her tongue around the head and looks directly into my eyes before taking me between her lips and giving me a warm, wet suck, up and down, then reversing course and licking from top to bottom.
Each time she takes me up and down, Kate has me teetering on the edge. While I’m fighting to prolong the pleasure as long as possible, she is threatening to send me over and end it. All the while I’m doing everything in my power to stay on the edge, to keep from going over. I don’t want it to end, ever.
Now the ragged changes in my breathing and movements excite her even more. She loves feeling me grow thick and hard as I begin to throb in her mouth; no question about who is in control now. And I’ve never known anyone who gets so much enjoyment or so fucking wet from sucking cock. She takes me to another world, every single time.
Sensing that I’m almost there but wanting to extend things just a tad longer, Kate momentarily stops sucking my cock and works her way back down to the base, little licks & kisses, before taking my balls into her hot little mouth for a final warm sensual sucking as I pull back from the edge for the last time.
After several minutes of the most wickedly delicious torture imaginable, Kate gives me a sign it’s time. Holding my cock in one hand pressed up against her soft cheek, she starts.
“Do you want to watch me swallow? Make sure I get every drop? Or maybe you would like me to open my mouth and show you my prize before taking it down into my belly?”
Staring into those big, brown beautiful eyes, seeing those full luscious lips now pressed up against my cock, her tongue lapping at a steady rhythm in time with her hand moving up and down my shaft, she’s intent on giving me a show I won’t forget. She wants me to witness a full hot load spurting onto her tongue just before her lips close tightly around my orgasming cock, and I fill her mouth with a hot load of cum.
Next, I hear the familiar buzz of her lipstick vibe. I’m mesmerized by the sight of one hand moving up and down my shaft, the other moving between her legs teasing and then massaging her clit. I know I’m going to lose it any second. A few moments more and Kate is going over, falling into the abyss of orgasmic pleasure. And as she goes over, Kate looks up at me, smiles and without saying a word says, “I’m looking for a really, big, hot messy mouthful? The kind that takes my breath away.”
With that I completely lose it, my cock erupts and rope after rope of thick strands of hot cum splash against her tongue, her cheeks and fill her mouth. Kate is jerking me off into her mouth, and now her full lips close tightly around my cock as she continues to work the shaft, making sure she indeed gets every last drop.
With my head rolled back and my eyes glazed over, I faintly hear her voice calling me, “Sir, I have something for you,” and she slowly opens her mouth, showing me her prize, as she likes to call it, and then swishes it around with her tongue before leaning up and over me and proceeding to let it all drip out, over her lips, down her chin and over my cock and balls.
Moments later we both passed out, then woke up about 30 minutes later collapsed in each other’s arms. Kate looks up at me and says, “Sir, that’s what I’d call a knockout orgasm . . . for two.”
