Story by Katie
I WALKED INTO THE NAUGHTY NUPTIALS bakery to order a cake for my sister’s bachelorette party expecting to be assaulted by a gigantic freestanding phallus of frosting and cake, or a Kama Sutra array of tiny brides and grooms. Instead, I was greeted by an immaculate, blond baker with bright-blue eyes standing behind an ordinary glass counter. He looked delicious.
I could feel his eyes traveling the length of my full figure, and I didn’t mind a bit. I wandered over to the glass case and took a peek. “I thought the showroom would be more…erotic,” I said.
I tried not to stare, but his growing package was right there on the other side of the counter. He took out a tiny chocolate cake. “Do you like Belgian chocolate?” “No …” I smiled sadly. He looked disappointed.
“—I adore chocolate,” I finished.
David sliced the perfect little cake in two. Inside was a vanilla mousse filling that looked like a luscious little cock. He said factually, “A hundred and fifty years ago. proper Victorian ladies refrained from eating chocolate in public—it was considered an aphrodisiac.”
I tasted the pure Belgian chocolate bliss, fresh cream, and a wisp of vanilla mousse. “Come,” he smiled, “let’s see the real showroom.” He held open a plain, slender door that blended in with the wall behind the counter.
In passing by him, I brushed my ample bottom across the front of his crisp white slacks. I lingered there in the narrow doorway, enjoying the growing pressure from behind. His arms circled around mine, and drifted down to my waist as he guided me into a delightful room of naughty cakes and sensual coffees.
The air was rich with smoky cafe smells, yet cheerful with a rainbow of bakery aromas. Everywhere I looked there were lusty, lofty tiers of sweet fondant busts poised for fondling, and mouth-watering erections that begged brides-to-be to get sweet-faced and naughty. I followed him to the espresso bar and took a seat on a plush, high- backed chair. “Are we alone today?” I asked, raising my skirt just enough to give him a pussy wink. His eyes lingered there on my naked bush without apology.
“Yes,” he said and walked over to me with a pastry bag of whipped cream in his hand. “I was going to put this on your mocha …” David said, spreading my legs and standing between them, embracing my lips with his.
I was held captive in the moment as his hands spread my creamy thighs apart, and got down on bended knee, “…but this belongs down here…” He teased out a thick white ribbon of cream along my panty line. He held my thighs apart and licked me clean. I was breathless; the pressure from his supple tongue was wide and even.
David took off my high heels, placed my feet on his shoulders and plunged his tongue deep inside me. His strong hands encircled my bottom and held me up to his face securely as he rocked his long, thick tongue in and out of my honey-slick mound. I felt delicious waves of tension rising up from deep within my pussy.
My gosh, this man was amazing! I had to have him. I sat up, took his face in my hands, and kissed him hard and fast. He stood before me and stripped off his crisp white uniform as I tossed my clothes aside. His short, thick rod throbbed proudly as it rubbed between my thighs. He kissed me softly and cupped my bottom with his hands, lifting me up and onto his cock.
I slipped seamlessly over him, and wrapped my legs around his hips. We made love on the edge of the tall I chair. He took command of the moment and went deep, searching, strumming and caressing my creamy center.
After many minutes and much French kissing, his thrusts turned shallow and quick as his rigid cock head flicked over my G-spot. David grazed his thumb across my blooming clitoris, now swollen with desire.
We tried to keep the rhythm going, but the point of no return was upon us. David sank his rod all the way into me and said, “Hang on, we’re headed for the espresso bar!”
I tightly wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the counter and we watched ourselves make love in the antique mirror behind the bar.
“I’m getting close,” I whispered in his ear. “I want you to come on my belly. I want to see everything.”
He stopped moving for a second. A big smile spread across his face and then he slowly kissed me. His cock moved inside me with circular, probing thrusts that massaged my G-spot. “Keep touching your clit, he moaned. “I want to feel your climax grip my shaft.”
I liked the way that sounded, and soon lost myself in the vision of us in the mirror. His muscular ass and thighs pumped harder as I came closer to exploding around his thick tool. “Go deep, David—now!” I moaned as my pussy took over and drew up tight as a fist. I was right on the edge! Then came the rush, that mysterious slip away from reality into silky, wet bliss. I pushed, and pulled, and squeezed on his hard cock inside me and I rode David until my orgasm became ours. He stayed there on the edge as long as he could, then quickly pulled out and shot hot cream on my pretty, curvy belly.
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