Whipped Cream & Steak Night

Christi, our favorite bartender, handed me a red and white cylinder of pressurized whipped cream with a sly grin. “What’s that for?” she asked, her grin widening. I took a deep breath, savoring the anticipation, as the cool, sweet scent filled my nostrils. “Dessert,” Mel said quickly, and we dashed off to the car, a shared excitement bubbling between us.

We didn’t often have dinner at the place I worked. Tonight was different; as I got done, Mel stopped in, so we got a bite. Over a nice steak and some drinks, we got very flirty with each other. My sometimes-too-corny sexual lines were received well rather than with disgust, and soon, her foot was rubbing up my leg. The contact was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine as her heel pressed firmly against my thigh. It was an innocent gesture, yet it ignited a primal heat within me.

We’d talked about food play a while back, and in my very direct sexual banter tonight, I suggested a slow, sexy, after-dinner sundae in bed. Mel’s eyes lit up, and her foot went to my crotch. “Sounds good,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes. The thought of a decadent, messy indulgence with her sent a wave of pleasure washing over me.

We paid the check, got the topping of choice from Christi, and were off. Mel’s hands were in my lap and her tongue in my ear as my right hand pressed against her camisole and bra, loosening the straps slightly. We’ve left meals at other places like this—revved up—and she’d done everything from giving me head to stroking me off, or just leaning back and pleasuring herself. Tonight, we were determined to take things further.

“Save it for the bedroom,” I said after a long wet kiss. Mel’s hand had slipped under my shorts at one of the last stoplights, and I feared she might get me to cum before we even got home. The anticipation was building, a delicious tension that threatened to overwhelm me.

The last few minutes of the drive were long! After pulling into the driveway, I directed her to get the foodstuff together while I prepped the bed. I pulled everything off, laid down two ripped garbage bags, and put the pad and sheet back on. I didn’t want anything to stain the mattress, but I wanted the feel of cloth against my skin. The anticipation was now a tangible force, growing stronger with every passing second.

Mel was naked as she walked in with a big bowl of different fruits, a glass jar with cherries, and two different squeeze toppings. In the bowl was a heated cup of marshmallow fluff. “Just wait!” she said, setting the collection down on the nightstand and bounding off. Her naked ass and legs propelled her out, and her breasts bounced as she ran down the hall to the kitchen and back. Her movements were both captivating and utterly stimulating. The sight of her, so vulnerable and yet so confident, made my pulse quicken.

“Now we’re ready!” Mel exclaimed, a little out of breath, as she held up two shakers of sprinkles. Her breasts looked magnificent in the dim light of the bedroom. I had turned on a side lamp only and ditched my clothes, my cock rising as we made our way to the bed. “Lay back,” I instructed and positioned her in the center of the bed. “Let’s sample before we get too crazy.” The scent of her skin, mingled with the sweet aroma of the fruit, was intoxicating.

I kissed her hard on the mouth as I straddled her leg, reaching for the bowl of fruit and the chocolate topping. I picked out one strawberry and rested it on Mel’s belly, just above her lips and clit. Then I opened the bottle and turned it over, putting just a dollop of sticky black chocolate at the top, then circling some more on as it began to seep inside her. The touch of the chocolate against her sensitive skin sent a jolt of pleasure through me.

I set the bottle aside and took the strawberry, its pointy end down, and began to trace a path to her opening. I stopped on the chocolate, twirling the berry some, then sliding it on its side before taking it to her hole and gently inserting it. Moving it inside her, I kept a finger underneath while pressing it upward. Then I pushed it out, over her clit, and ground it down a little before starting the whole process over. “Ohhhhh,” she sighed, wiggling her hips side to side as I repeated this a dozen times. “Mmmmm.” The rhythmic motion and the feel of her body against mine were both deeply satisfying.

I pulled the glistening, chocolate-covered berry out and ate it from the stem down. Then I declared it “my turn,” and we switched spots. She predictably took the pressurized can and squirted dots of whipped cream from my navel down to my balls—one dollop on each—up my shaft and onto the head. She took her time sucking each one off my stomach, then drug her face lower, to the base of my cock. She hovered there and gently licked my trimmed sack before taking it in and making sure she scrubbed the sweetness off. Then she took my head and shaft in one fell swoop, top to bottom—from the side first, then into her mouth.

Her sample finished, she reached over to prepare her dessert. Mel used caramel topping, squirting it full on the top of my cock and letting it slide down the back of my shaft first. Then she used one finger to push it straight up and down and let it slide down the front, too. The combination of the sweet caramel and the sticky whipped cream created an intense sensation that made me want to lose control.

Deliberately, Mel licked her finger before taking the heated marshmallow fluff and pouring a little out around the base. It was almost too warm as it flowed around the top and my balls, some getting to my taint and onto my anus. She quickly dipped the cup on my head, where the warmth shot through almost painfully for a moment, then cooling to form a helmet coating. The heat was both a torment and a pleasure, igniting a fire deep within me.

Lastly, Mel placed blueberries all around on my sticky cock and applied a light layer of whipped cream before topping it with a cherry. She sat back and admired her work, her shoulders high as she sat on her knees. Her nipples were hard and pushed up, and her hands ran down her torso to her pussy, pausing for a moment to find where I had dipped the strawberry, then bringing a finger back up to taste herself a little. The thought of her exploring my body, savoring every inch, was both thrilling and a little frightening.

Mel’s lips and tongue were gentle at first, picking out blueberries, corralling the cherry while licking at the edges of her toppings. Then she sprung up suddenly and grabbed the sprinkles, dusting me with the tiny, multi-colored bursts of sugar. She returned and dove in this time, her face getting some of the shaft’s coating on it as she went down to take in my balls. She vacuumed those with her mouth, letting her tongue wander down to get the caramel off her hole before quickly moving back up.

Strands of Mel’s hair stuck to the fluff on my cock and strung out to her head, which moved vigorously as she lapped and sucked at the layers of sweet down there. She moved upwards around the shaft and to the top. Then she bobbed down fast, pushing some of the white, cooled marshmallow and whipped cream down to the base. The combination of textures and temperatures was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

From the side, Mel’s lips found the shaft’s center. Her tongue gathered the sweetness and made it wet with her saliva as she slurped and licked. She cleaned a bunch of it up before straddling my legs and seriously going to work, impaling her face with my cock. Her mouth moved up and down fast, her wet, warm tongue and lips acting like her wet pussy.

She quickened and pushed, using her throat and mouth to create a suction and pressure that moved me towards climax. The wet sounds of her popping the head out and reinserting it were twisted with the sound of her slurping, cleaning up the sticky remnants of my cock sundae. She thrust forward, and I released my load, spurting in four waves of warm, white, salty topping.

Mel coughed a little, surprised, as a portion of the first spurt went immediately down her throat. Then she pushed down one more time, gathering the mixture, sucking it inward, then slid my cock out between her pressed lips. She crawled up beside me and kissed me hard with a sweet and salty delicacy I hadn’t had before nor have since. The intense pleasure that followed was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

We quickly swapped positions, and I grabbed a handful of five grapes and put them in my mouth. Mel hadn’t finished squirming into place before I dove between her legs and pushed my face toward her. One at a time, I drove a grape through my lips to hers and inside. The first one popped back out, as did the second, but I held the third in with my tongue as I gathered the two from the bed. I resorted to fingering them inside.

Pushing my mouth to her and replacing my fingers with it, I burrowed my lips between Mel’s and pushed my tongue inside, surprisingly finding two or three of the grapes for me to volley about between my tongue, lips, and teeth. I pushed them back further, testing to see if I could leave them, and she held them inside. It was a good thing they were not very ripe as she had to keep them in with a not so delicate squeeze.

I reached across and found the canister of whipped cream and outlined her trimmed bush with it before filling it in and blowing a little inside her lips. Mel squealed with delight as the woosh of air sent a couple of ounces inside to mix with the grapes. She pulled me forward as I reached to put it back. Grabbing my flaccid cock, she pressed out and drizzled the cum left in my shaft over her pussy sundae.

I fell back and dove in mouth first, headed for her clit. I alternated sucking on the sweetness on her tiny upper hood and finding a grape to take in my mouth and chew up. I did this for all five grapes sending her, squirming and gasping, nearer to her orgasm. After ingesting the last grapes, I lapped up the remaining stickiness as I rubbed her clit and dropped three fingers inside, churning her to orgasm.

I again enjoyed the salty-sweet taste and then a brief burst of tanginess as Mel called out, shuddering, and continued to grind against my hand. My flaccid member began to rise as she slowed down and sighed from the ripples of pleasure. I took her by the hand and led our sticky bodies down the hall to the shower.

Turning the water on, and with my cock now ready, we hopped in. I got behind Mel with the water hitting her face and guided myself inside her from behind. With her hands on the wall, water cascading down her head and back, I thrust inside.

“Oh God, yes!” she exclaimed, nearly climaxing on the spot. The stickiness gave way to my entering and pulling back, and we got a hot and fast rhythm going. The numbness from my first orgasm held for a few minutes, but her audible enjoyment of the water, heat, bodies, smells, and my thrusts drew me to the brink. I pushed in one more time and released.

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