0 comments/ 19130 views/ 2 favorites The Cake By: MissSenses The baker stood at the counter, his tall white hat tilted slightly at the top of his head. Muscular but, lean arms peeked just out of his white t-shirt. An apron randomly smeared with frosting, hung loosely tied around his waist. A smile was deepened by the lines on his face. With warm inviting eye's sparkling, he whistled happily, as he placed the new cakes behind the glass display case, when the bell chimed at the door. "Hello? Can I help you?" the baker said as a woman approached the counter. "Yes. I'm looking for a special cake. One that won't be easy to forget." the woman said, looking into the display case. "You have come to the right place. We have many to choose from." opening a book, he flipped though the pages. Cakes in many different shapes, sizes and colors appeared in color photo's. "Hmm... No, that's not really what I am looking for." the woman said, glancing through the book, looking concerned. The baker stood puzzled, studying her face. "If may I ask, is this for someone very special?" the baker asked with a glimmer in his eye's. "Yes. You would be correct." she said, giggling quietly behind her hand. "I think I might have something that you are looking for." the baker said, grinning with clever smile. "Right this way." as they walked behind the counter into the back of the store. After walking through the first door, they approached some plastic that was hanging from the ceiling, in place of doors. As he held the plastic aside, she walked in front of him. Silver tables covered with white powder were scattered around. Pots and pans left near a sink held dirty utensils. Boxes were stacked along the floor next to shelves, filled with little buckets, spilling with charms, candies, whistles, and more. "It appears as though the cake business has changed some." the woman noticed, looking down at the white powdered floor. "Yes. We do a lot of different business here and our clients are very loyal." the baker said with a smile, holding another plastic door back, waiting for her to go before him. "I have many different cakes back here." a sexy smile formed at the corners of his mouth. They entered a much larger room with white paper covering the floor as the woman stopped short. A glimpse of a beautiful but, nude woman stood before another baker. On his knees in front of her, he held a paint brush in his hand. "Right this way. You can take a closer look." the baker said, extending his arm out. Walking further along, the beautiful nude woman came into full view. "This is Bella..." the baker said. "...She is our cake model..." Bella stood very still, smiling back at her. "... And this is Simon. He's another baker and sometimes painter." he explained, as his the paint brush continued to change the color of her skin. Light pink and red hearts covered Bella's soft thighs. Simon's frosting-covered paint brush lightly colored in each heart, as Bella looked down watching him. Frozen with no words to say, the woman stood silently, watching Bella. Ribbons cascaded down from the top of Bella's head, where her hair was tied. Bella's uncovered ears dangled with small strawberries. A necklace made with cherries wrapped around her neck with the stems still attached, tickling at the dip in her neck. Bella's feet were fitted with heart-shaped sandals that kissed the top of her feet. Simon stood up, coming to his feet as he moved over to the table. Scooping up links of candied hearts, it became clear that they were all attached as he carefully began to pull them around Bella's waist, forming a short skirt of hearts. The ribbon was in a knot at her waist, holding the skirt on, while her sugar-dusted folds peeked behind the dangling candies. Bella's breasts, painted as bright as red hots, shined glossy with the lights reflecting the true, almost hidden, color of her nipples beneath the paint. The baker stood silently while the woman studied Simon's decorating. "Beautiful isn't it?" Bella spoke, smiling at the woman. "Yes... and such a delicious treat." the woman said, barely able to speak. "Do you think that this is the type of cake you are looking for?" the baker asked, waiting for her to answer. "Yes, yes I do." The woman said, her smile becoming wider, minute by minute. "Then we should decide what it is that you want." the baker continued, extending his arm showing her the way out. The baker began to walk beside her, showing her the way as she glanced one last time over her shoulder. Bella stood in the light, like a beautiful cake, just waiting to be given away. Returning to the front of the store, the baker stood at the counter as the woman walked around toward the front of the case. "We need an appointment and a deposit up front before moving forward." the baker said. "Do you know what kind of cake you would like?" he asked. The woman stood there with a puzzled look, as another couple came into the store. She shyly, covered her mouth. "Something Hawaiian." The woman spoke quietly, not really sure of what she was saying. "You can always change your mind." he said reassuring her as she handed the baker a credit card, smiling back at him. "Missy" the baker looked up, reading the name on the credit card. "We can also deliver your cake, should you need it to be." he explained, pointing to the truck parked out in front of the store. "Thank you." Missy said, as the baker handed her the appointment card. "We are looking forward to seeing you again. Call if there are any questions or concerns." the baker said as he watched Missy wave with a smile, leaving his store. *** Arriving home late, Missy walked in the door. Andrew was all stretched out on the couch, watching a game. "Where have you been? I've been worried!" Andrew said, standing up, walking toward her. "I was shopping, sorry sweetie. I know should've called you." Missy said, with a warm smile. "You don't have any bags. What were you shopping for?" Andrew said puzzled. "I wasn't shopping for me. I was shopping for you." Missy said, leaning forward to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Andrew slipped his hands around her waist, pulling her tightly up against him. "Me..? Ohh... well, in that case your forgiven." Andrew chuckled under his breath, kissing her softly on the lips. "So... where is it?" looking around behind her back. "You can't have it now. It's for your birthday." Missy said with an evil laugh. "Ohh. A surprise? I love surprises!" Andrew said, picking her up, moving over to the couch. "Do you think you can stand to wait?" Missy began to run her finger along his lips. Andrews head slowly dropped down as he began to place small kisses at the base of her neck. "I promise it will be worth it." Missy continued. "But, you have to do me one small favor." pulling his chin up with her finger. "Name it!" his eyes, wildly curious. "You have to be here when it arrives. You can't be late!" Missy grabbed his chin firmly with her hand, making sure he was listening. "Deal!" he quickly answered. A few days later... A chime rang at the door and Missy entered the store. Simon appeared from the door behind the counter. "Hello, are you here for a cake?" he said, not remembering who she was. "I'm here to design one." Missy said with a glowing smile. "Ohh... yes! Missy is it?" Simon said suddenly, realizing who she was. "Yes." Missy said, walking toward the counter. "Right this way." Simon held the door open for her as they walked toward the back of the store. Approaching the papered room, they stopped next to one of large silver tables. "Now we just need to figure out what style of cake you'd like." Simon said, studying her body, like a painter would a new piece of canvas. "What's your husband's favorite cake?" he asked, holding Missy's arms out to the side, waiting for her to answer. "Anything with chocolate in it." Missy said, softly. "I have the perfect cake for you." Simon said quickly. "Okay... so now you need to go to the changing room. There's a bag in there, put everything in it. Once you're done, slip into the robe that hangs from the hook and then come back and we will start your cake." Simon explained, pointing to the soft lit room that was a couple feet away. Pulling the curtain over the rod, Missy began to undress. A large empty paper bag sat at the bench in front of her. A long mirror was bolted to the wall with a soft, light bulb hanging from the ceiling, almost touching the top of her head. A long white robe hung on a hook next to the mirror. Missy looked into the mirror. The nervous excitement began as she pulled the robe around her bare shoulders. Picking up the bag, she walked back to the table. Simon stood over a large mixing bowl as the beaters whipped around, making that familiar mixing sound. A dash of this, and a dash of that, and then he stopped the mixer from moving. Taking the bowl from the mixer, Simon began to pour the chocolate, velvet batter into the big round pan. Turning around, he opened the oven door, sliding the pan inside. Grabbing off the shelf above, an old beat up timer. "There. That will be ready when we need it." Simon said, as he set the timer, turning to look at Missy, standing there in silence. "Okay, I'll take that bag." he said, Missy looking a little worried. "Oh don't worry, your things will be going with you." Simon said, reassuring her. Leaving the room, for what seemed like a long period of time, Simon returned with Bella at his side. "I'm going to need an extra pair of hands. You don't mind, do you?" Simon asked with a warm smile. "Not at all." Missy softly spoke, smiling at Bella. Walking over to the wall, Simon and Bella grabbed a giant platter, pulling it up and onto the table. Simon then turned, pulling a large sheet of cardboard over to the table, placing it inside the platter. Under the table, he grabbed two large bags, ripping them open. The sweet smell of coconut began to hit the air. Filling the bottom of the platter, he formed a soft blanket of coconut. Simon turned and looked at the stove. "Bella can you remove that from the heat and stir it please. Let me know when it's cool enough to the touch." Simon said, approaching Missy. "Okay, and now for you, Missy. Can I have your robe?" he said, with soothing voice. Missy stood still, taking a deep breath. Without an answer, her fingers slipped into the tie, pulling it loose. Letting it drop from her shoulders, Simon reached for it. "You're breath taking, Missy." he said, holding the robe, folded over his arms. "Thank you Simon." she said, biting at her lip. "Okay now, up on the table." Simon pointed, as he grasped Missy hand, helping her climb the small step ladder. "Here, turn and sit here for the moment." Simon instructed. "Bella? Is that chocolate ready?" Simon asked her, as Bella touch it will a finger. "Yes, it won't burn the skin but, we must work fast before it hardens." Bella snickered. Bella brought the large pot of melted chocolate over to the edge of the table. Carefully, Simon dipped one of Missy hands into the chocolate, up to her wrist. "Hold it up, don't put your fingers together." Simon instructed. Then the other, as Missy held them up in front of her, keeping them apart. Dropping down to his knee's, Simon held her ankle still, while dipping just her toes into the chocolate. Little goose bumps began to form on her soft legs. Then the other ankle, his warm hands holding her still as he dipped her toes once again. He handed the pot of chocolate back to Bella. "Buzz, Buzz, Buzz." the timer went off. "That's the cake, Bella. Could you get it and flip that over onto the rack for me." Simon asked, as he held Missy's arm. "Missy, climb up onto your knees, onto the platter." he smiled, helping her climb onto the bed of coconut. Her fingers at the top of the platter, pressed into the coconut, while her feet lay over top of the coconut, at the end of the platter. The hardened chocolate covered her fingers and toes like gloves, her beautiful body held still, under the bright light. Simon began to pull her hair back, tying it with small black and white ribbons, allowing the loose ribbon to stream down the sides of her face. Walking around the counter, he grabbed a tall bottle. He started at her feet. Simon began to shake it as powered sugar dusted Missy's uncovered skin. Her body turned as white as snow while she held still, watching Simon cover her skin. "Bella, can you put some of that warm chocolate into a bowl for me, please." Simon continued to dust her arms. Bella stood beside Missy as each breast was carefully dipped into the warm chocolate. The sweet inviting scent, the feeling of warm and cold combined and Missy began to feel dizzy with desire. Simon walked over to the other table, picking up the rack that held the cake, as he walked over to Missy, standing beside her. "Hold still now, until I get this placed." he said. Bella took a spoon, smearing warm chocolate over Missy's lower back. Flipping the cake onto his open hands, Simon placed the cake on top of the chocolate. Looking over her shoulder, Missy could see the cake, set up on top of her lower back. "Just a few more minutes and you'll be on your way." he said, walking beside her. Minutes went by and the cake was now frosted. Bella stood quietly, placing candles around the outside of the cake. Simon piped white strings of chocolate, up and down the backs of her legs as Bella finished with the white laced cuffs around Missy's wrists. Grabbing a small bow off one of the hooks, Bella tied it around Missy's neck. Simon stood beside her, dripping what was left of the chocolate down off the cake and onto her sides. He stood back for a moment looking at Missy, as she began to turn her head. "You look like a beautiful display!" Missy smiled, speechless with no words to say, only thoughts to herself. "I can't wait to see the look on your face Andrew." * * * Bella and Simon began to surround Missy with a large red box. A large roll of clear tape attached to the top and bottom of one end which now kept the sides fitted together. They pulled a large pre-formed lid off a shelf. "We are all done now Missy. Now it's just a ride home, where your husband is waiting for you. There will be two bakers loading you into a truck." Simon said with a bright, anxious smile. "When you arrive, your things will be left with your husband." he continued. "Thank you, Simon. What an experience it has been!" Missy said with a nervous smile as Simon pulled the lid up, covering her inside the giant cake box. While putting the last bow on top of the lid, two bakers entered the room. "This cake is done. Load it onto the truck and be careful with it! We don't want the cake to slide." Simon said, instructing them, as Missy could hear him talking. The bakers stood at each end, lifting up the cake box. Bella and Simon lead them through the store, guiding them through each doorway. Out the last door now and standing in front of the store, people stopped on the sidewalk as they watched them bring out the giant box. Missy could hear the people outside, marveling at the over sized box. "Can you believe how big that cake is? Wow!!" one voice said. "Wonder who's having the big party?" another said. Missy held onto the cardboard edge as she felt the box move from side to side. She giggled under her breath but, was unable to remain quiet. "If you only knew what was inside the box." she laughed. "Knock, knock" "Psst, you must be quiet." the baker whispered at the edge of the box as Missy felt them push the platter, all the way into the truck. The sliding sound of the large truck door slammed, followed by the driver and passenger doors as the truck began start. Time passed while the truck moved along. Her thoughts racing with wonder thinking of Andrew, patiently waiting for his surprised to show up. The truck came to a stop as Missy heard the doors open and then close. The door slid open as she heard a whisper. "Okay, we're going to move you now." one of the bakers stated as she gripped at the cardboard edge once again. The platter began to slide and then with a sudden lift, they began to move. Missy could hear the bakers talking between themselves. "You got it?" one of them said. "Yes. You kick the door." the other said, as he tapped it with the top of his foot. They waited for what seemed like forever as Missy held still, feeling as if she was floating while the bakers held the platter as still as they could. The sound of the door was heard as it opened. "Yes?" hearing Andrew's voice, it shot through Missy's body like fire. Then a sound of his shock followed. "Ohh... wow! Come right in." Andrew said. The platter began to move as the bakers walked through the front door. "Here put it on the dinner table" Andrew said, his voice echoing, right beside the box. Missy bit at her lip, just dying to see him as she felt the platter slide onto the table. One of the baker's extended his hand and giving Andrew a quick shake. "Enjoy your birthday, Sir." as he turned, walking toward the door. Andrew followed them, showing them the way out as he glanced back at the table looking at the large box. "One moment Sir, I have one last thing to give you." one of the baker's said, grabbing a smaller wrapped box, out of the truck. Handing it to Andrew, he smiled. "You'll want to open this one later." the baker said, with a chuckle, leaving Andrew standing there puzzled. A quick wave and the baker started the truck and began to leave. Walking back into the house, Andrew left the small box on the coffee table, walking into the dining room. Missy quietly remained still, almost holding her breath as she waited for him to begin unwrap her. Andrew looked at the top of the box and grabbed a taped envelope, next to the bow. Upon opening it, a book of matches slid out of a card. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" "I think you should have your cake and eat it too!" Love, Missy Andrew began to laugh as he set the matches down next to the box. Grabbing the lid on each side, he began pulling it up, as he turned, dropping the lid to the floor. At the side of the box, he ripped the tape off the one end. He pulled it apart as chocolate covered toes, began to appear. His eye's moved slowly, following along the beautifully dusted skin. White strings of chocolate covered beautiful thighs, and motionless white powered cheeks appeared. As Andrew anxiously, pulled the rest of the box out of the way, Missy caught his eyes. "Happy Birthday, Andrew." she said, her brave eyes wildly looking at him. In total amazement, he stood staring at her decorated body. Andrew began walking along the table without a sound, every curve and every line not left unseen until he stopped at the edge of the platter, looking into her eyes. Slowly kneeling down inches away, Andrew extended his finger out, touching her dusted lips. Leaning forward, his soft mouth reached the sweet powdered sugar, his tongue softly licked at Missy's lips. His eyes filled with desire, he picked up one of her chocolate covered fingers, slipping it into his mouth. "Mmm, delicious. Chocolate never tasted so good." In a deep voice, turning her hand over, he licked little pieces of coconut off her palm. Walking beside her, looking at the cake, he took a finger, ripping off a piece while kneeling down along beside her. "Stick out your tongue..." watching her bright pink tongue, part her white lips, as he smeared some chocolate cake onto it. "... Mmm, fudge frosting." Andrew moaned, licking what was left on his finger. Missy felt the heat of her skin begin to boil as she watched him walk around behind her. His eye's pierced her uncovered skin as he began to kneel. Looking over her shoulder, smiling deviously, he leaned down licking at her toes. The Cake I entered the cool air of the kitchen and sighed at the pleasurable feeling of the air drifting in from the bank of open windows on the 5th floor. The office was stifling hot, the fans attempting to produce a cool breeze but instead doing little except blow hot air around the box of an office.. I had been in my new job for just a couple of weeks and was really enjoying it, but was keen to show what a hard worker I was so had been labouring away at a pile of paperwork all morning. The other members of staff were friendly and the boss didn't seem too bad although I hadn't really met him officially, he did have a reputation for being quite harsh at times. I had seen him around the building a couple of times although I had managed little more contact than a smile and a brief good morning when we passed each other, although I had noticed him watching me a couple of times, almost as though he knew me but couldn't place where he knew me from. One thing that I did love was the fact that I could dress so smartly for the office, I loved slipping into a pencil skirt and fitted blouse with heels, it made me feel sexy, confident and somehow more efficient as I learnt the ropes in my new job. On the day that I finally met my new boss it had been a very trying and busy day and I hadn't managed to take a break until it reached late afternoon and I was finally able to escape from my desk and retreat to the kitchen for a cup of tea. I flicked the kettle on and waiting for it to boil, opened the fridge to retrieve the milk and that was when I spotted it. The most delicious, moist looking, piece of chocolate cake was sat on a plate in the fridge. My mouth instantly began to water and I realised that I was incredibly hungry, having not had a sufficient lunch break. It did look delicious but obviously had an owner, so there was no way I was intending to pinch it, but oh my, it did look good. And there was a little bit of chocolate fudge that had fallen sideways and was resting on the edge of the plate, no one would notice if I just ate that tiny bit would they? I crouched down and with my forefinger, smeared the chocolate fudge topping from the plate and raised it to my mouth at the exact moment the kitchen door swung open and my new boss appeared in the doorway. He stood there, impeccably dressed in a dark grey suit, white shirt and red tie, eyeing me as I crouched down by the fridge, my skirt riding up my thighs, my mouth open and a smear of chocolate fudge frosting on my raised finger, his gaze taking me in equally as much as mine did him. A brief smile flickered on his lips before he pushed the door closed behind him and entered the room fully, his eyes never leaving mine. "What are you doing? Are you eating my chocolate cake?" He questioned, his eyebrows rising quizzically as I felt my cheeks redden and my words stuttering as I crouched low before him. "I wasn't eating it honestly, I just noticed that there was a tiny bit of fudge that was on the edge of the plate, and it looked so delicious I couldn't help myself. I am so sorry Sir" as if by instinct the S word was out of my mouth, perhaps something to do with the fact I was crouching before him and he appeared so strong and in control in front of me that my submissiveness had bubbled to the surface. It was almost as though the very word 'Sir' had started cogs whirring in his mind and suddenly there was a flash of recognition on his face. "Then you had best eat it. Lick it off your finger then" and he waited, tension building in the room. I watched him silently, did he mean it? Was I in big trouble? I had a feeling I truly was and was strangely excited as I raised my finger to my mouth and allowed my tongue to sweep the chocolate from my finger, inserting it into my mouth and sucking the remains from it. My eyes never left his; he seemed so sure of his ability to have me do as he had asked that I could literally feel my nipples hardening and my black lace knickers becoming damp against me. "Stand up" he instructed me and I rose to my feet in front of him as he moved towards me, and then walked behind me, standing close enough so that I could hear his breathing and feel the heat from his body. I found myself closing my eyes in anticipation, I had no idea how this was happening, nor where it was going but I was beyond excited. His voice, so close to my ear it startled me, "I knew I recognised you, the moment you walked into this office I tried to place where I knew you from, although the last time we met you had been wearing much less and a very kind gentleman was caning that pretty ass of yours" and suddenly it fell into place, the last fetish event I had gone to, a few weeks ago! A close friend and I had attended, played a little with rope and then he had caned my bottom whilst I was bent over a wooden bench. I remembered briefly noticing a man near the bar, made eye contact with him before someone passed between us and the contact was broken and he had disappeared into the crowd. His hand came up to stroke my hair, softly running his fingers through it he moved back to face me, taking in my laboured breathing, the arousal which was now so evident. He raised his eyebrows questioningly at me, trying to see if this was ok, whether he should stop or whether I was as turned on and needy as he was. "I think you should be punished for stealing that chocolate fudge, what do you think? Does that sound fair?" I could stop this now, I could say no and I knew he would stop, without my consent I knew he wouldn't continue. My eyes close as I hear myself whisper "Yes" and In an instant his hand tightens in my hair and yanks my head closer to his, "Yes, what?" he asks as I manage to utter "Yes, Sir". With his hand in my hair he guides me towards the door, opening it and checking the corridor before pushing me through and guiding me across the empty corridor to his office. He pushes the door open, slides the 'busy' sign into place before guiding me into the room, closing and locking the door behind us. The room has no windows onto the corridor but large windows overlooking town, high up on the fifth floor there is no one to see us. He leads me to the desk in the middle of the room, using his hand in my hair to push me face down against the cool wood. With his free hand he reaches behind me and runs his hand across my ass and down my thighs to my stocking tops. He sighs audibly on discovering the soft flesh at the top and moves behind me, using both hands to lift my skirt and expose me to his gaze, I find myself parting my thighs slightly, silently urging him to touch me. He moves away, to a cupboard across the room and I hear him opening a heavy sounding zip and rummaging inside something before he returns to me and slips his fingers under the edges of my knickers, sliding them over my ass and down to my ankles. His warm, big hands knead at my flesh, parting my ass cheeks and exposing my cunt to him, I can feel the lips parting and his gaze burning against my flesh. I need him to touch me, to slide his fingers inside me and to fuck me, slamming me against the desk as he uses me. Instead he stands to one side and I feel a length of rattan cane rest against me. "How many days have you been working here?" he asks, tapping it lightly against me as he waits for me to reply that I had been working there for 16 days. "Then you will receive 16 strikes of the cane, and you will count them off for me." He states and I hold my position on his desk, my hands resting on the edge, my ass exposed and my face pressed against the cool wood. I grip the edge of the desk tightly with my fingers as I feel him take up position to my side, lifting the cane, tapping it lightly against my flesh and checking himself before the first strike makes contact with my ass, my head lifts and I gasp a lungful of air as the exquisite pain blisters against me. "One" I gasp before the next strike lands against me, my eyes begin to run, my heart feels as though it will burst and my cunt is so wet that I am sure that my thighs must be soaked with my own juices. He continues onto strike 10 at which point he stops and moves round to my face, taking in my tear filled eyes, my fingers clenched over the edge of his desk, and smiles at me as he shrugs his suit jacket off, rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt and reaches down to unzip his suit trousers. He reaches inside and releases his cock, hard and ready for me, pre cum glistens on the tip and I so badly want to feel him in my mouth, I part my lips in readiness. "My, what a greedy little slut you are, look at you, desperate to suck my cock" he chuckles as he slaps my face with it before rubbing it over my lips, allowing me to taste him before using my hair to hold me in place and sliding it into my waiting mouth. I use my tongue and wrap my lips around the delicious hard cock that is sliding back and forth, savouring him and relishing the groans of pleasure that I elicit from him as I devour him with my mouth. He pushes against the back of my throat, testing for my gag reflex and I attempt to fight the urge to gag as he takes me further, sliding the whole length of his hardness into my throat as I splutter and struggle to take him, to give him what he wants as he fucks my mouth as he would my cunt. Suddenly he pulls away and regards my tear stained face, drool streaming from my mouth before he returns to his place behind me, dropping to his knees and parting my thighs a little further. He uses his hands to part my buttocks low enough that my labia parts too, exposing my arousal to him. He allows his thump to stroke across my cunt, massaging my clit and making me shudder before he inserts two fingers inside me, feeling my muscles clutch at his fingers as he slides them in and out of me, making me sigh with pleasure as he uses me. He adds a third finger, filling me, fucking me with them until I am on the brink of orgasm, my breathing more laboured, and when he senses I am almost there he removes his fingers, leaving me bereft and wanting. I cry out, "Oh god, please no, please let me cum" and I hear him chuckle before the 11th strike of the cane lands, almost from nowhere, making me cry out again. I count each blistering strike until we reach 16 and then I begin to sob, my ass sore and red, stinging from each of the strikes, I need to cum, need to be fulfilled, to be used and he doesn't disappoint, he steadies himself against my cunt and slides his entire length into me in one go making me cry out again as he begins to fuck me, pushing against the cane welts. He lifts one of my legs so that my knee is on his desk, reaches round for my hand and instructs me to make myself cum for him. My arm reaches underneath me and find my clit with my fingers, circling the sensitive flesh there, feeling him sliding in and out of me as he presses his thumb against my ass, pushing forward until he is filling me entirely, his cock slamming home in my cunt, his thumb embedded to the knuckle in my ass and I am about to cum. "Sir, can I cum, please?" I manage as he continues to fuck me hard and he grants me permission at exactly the right second and I find myself falling apart, my muscles are clenching and I am bucking against him as my orgasm hits me, wave after wave, and I cum a second time just as he withdraws from me and cums across my ass, claiming me as his, marking me, smearing his cum across the welts on my ass as I whimper and sob. I hear his soothing voice, telling me what a good girl I am as I catch my breath, he leans towards me and whispers "By the way, that wasn't my cake" and I hear him chuckle. The Cake Feeling a bit of a pinch, his teeth pulled off the chocolate surrounding her toes. A sensation of his warm fingers, started sliding up the back of her thighs. The feeling of white chocolate, tickling the back of her legs as it fell down onto them while he licked at the back of her cheeks. "Mmm just as sweet as you are." Andrew groaned under his breath while both hands squeezed at her powdered cheeks. "And now to have my cake and eat it too." Andrew said with a wicked tone, his finger scrapped through some of melted chocolate, putting some onto his tongue. Missy shook, feeling his covered tongue, lightly lick at the entrance to her heated tunnel. The soft licking sound of his lips, tasting her, was crippling. "Ohh... mmm yesss. Taste me." Missy breathed, dropping her head down onto the platter. Slowly, feeling as though she was being tortured, Andrew licked away the powdered sugar until it was gone. The cake began to slide down her lower back, the chocolate now melted that once held the cake it's place. Andrew brushed the cake off as it landed onto the platter below. Missy felt his finger slide along the melted chocolate, down her lower back, dragging it down over her folds. Rubbing along her crease, his tongue now licked at the chocolate, painting it over her heated entrance. Up and down his tongue teased her. "Mmm, how do I taste." she moaned as his tongue slipped inside. "Sooo good. Now I want to melt the rest of you." Andrew breathed, licking all the way up to her forbidden entrance. Andrew's zipper caught her ears as he began to slide out of his clothes, dropping them to floor beside the table. Looking over her shoulder, she began to turn around, crawling across the bed of coconut, to edge of the platter. Rubbing a finger through some melted chocolate, she gazed at him with hungry eye's, smearing it at the edge of her tongue. Turning her head with her mouth slightly gaped open, softly she teased the chocolate against his hardened sex. Her tongue curled around his crown as her mouth closed, holding it against her flavored tongue. "Mmm, now suck on the chocolate." Andrew moaned, his hands threading into her hair, releasing the ribbon that held it together. She painted along his hardened length, he watched as it slid in and out of her powdered lips. Releasing him from her heated mouth, Missy scraped her finger through the chocolate as she began to rise, smearing it against his nipple, as her tongue licked against it. Andrew quickly grabbed Missy, deeply kissing her. Grabbing at her hips. pulling her forward, he began sucking at her covered nipple. Melted and smeared from the heat of her body, his tongue slid along the chocolate with ease. Locking her ankles together around his waist, his hardened column teased at her heated entrance. With a quick thrust forward, he entered her. Her breath was lost as she squeezed her heated muscle around his sex. "Ohh., You're my favorite dessert." Andrew exhaled, leaning down, biting at her nipple with a sharp pull as he thrust forward once again. "Uhh...Uhh." she cried, digging her nails into his back while he held her tightly. "Ooo and now you are melting me." Andrew growled, grabbed her, pulling her up onto his hips, pinning her against the wall. His strong hands, holding her up, he aggressively slid against her hungry sex. Her breasts slid against his chest as he moved up and down, quickly against her. Deep and penetrating, his thrusts began hitting the tingling core, over and over. "Ohh... ohh" Missy whimpered, grabbed at his shoulders as she began to shake, releasing her sweet cream. Her legs squeezed tightly around his hips as her release began, her legs weakening, her body jolting under him. "Uhhh... yes!" Andrew moaned, flinching his cock as her tight muscle gripped around him. His knees became weak, no longer able to stand as they slid down the wall, coming to rest on the floor. "Happy Birthday, sweetie." out of breath, Missy laid her head against his shoulder. "The cake is a mess but, there's plenty left over." Andrew teased, as they both laughed, lying on the floor covered in frosting. The Calendar "You should put up a calendar, Bob," Jim Nattering said. It was about the hundredth (or the thousandth) time I'd heard the same advice. "Give us old geezers something to look at." "Nothing wrong with a few big boob bitches in bikinis," Roger Nabob had suggested the day before. "Nothing like a little cheesecake to make a haircut more enjoyable," Tom Nugget had suggested a week before, "if you get my drift. I'm a leg man myself." He smiled. "What about you, Brice?" I clipped a bit of stray hair I'd missed. "I'm an ass man," I confessed. "Nothing wrong with a girl's ass, of course," Tom had replied, "but the legs--damn!" He nodded. "Yes, sir, Brice, you really ought to put up a calendar." "Be good for business," Bob declared, bringing me back to the present. "You really should consider a calendar, on the wall, right there, easy to see." "Maybe you're right, Bob," I said. "Might bring in some more customers, too." I brushed clipped hair from the back of his neck, unfastened the paper collar I'd placed around his neck, and removed the cloth I'd placed over his shirt and tie. "You're all done," I told him. Getting up from the chair, he produced his wallet, removed several bills, and paid for his haircut, including his usual generous tip. "Be back in a month," he said, running his hands across the sides of his head to feel the smooth cut of his hair above the temples. "See you then, Bob," I answered. On his way out, he called over his shoulder, "You really should think about getting a calendar." My next customer, Sam Mann, set aside his copy of the Review-Journal, waddled slowly toward my chair, and sat his massive bulk in the plush, upholstered seat. Settling back, he said, "I think Bob's got a good idea, for once, Brice. A calendar would be a hell of a lot better to look at than that damned Norman Rockwell print." He winked. "Especially if it was an X-rated one." A month later, Bob was pack in the shop, waiting his turn among the other customers. He looked nervous, squirmed in his seat, and alternated between arching an eyebrow at one or another of those seated near him and scanning the headlines of the newspaper he intermittently hid behind. His fellow customers were far different than those to whom he was used. One client wore eye shadow and had a limp wrist. Another customer was eyeing Bob amorously, whether seriously or with tongue in cheek, I wasn't sure; neither, from the looks of it, was Bob. A third patron wore more jewelry than Cleopatra, and a pair of hot-pink short shorts as well. I repressed a chuckle. When I called his name, he thrust the paper aside and nearly trotted down the aisle between the chairs. He climbed into my chair and looked at me with indignation. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded. Placing a cloth around him, I frowned. "What do you mean?" "The whole damned place is full of faggots!" I continued to play dumb as I fastened the paper collar about his neck. "Faggots?" "You know--queers! Homos! Faggots!" "Oh, that," I said, taking my clippers in hand. "What do you mean, 'oh, that'?" Bob demanded, irate at my nonchalance. In his indignation at having found "faggots" in his favorite barbershop, Bob hadn't noticed the new, X-rated calendar on the wall. Now, seeing it for the first time, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped. "What the hell?" The calendar showed buff, bronzed men--nude men--in passionate embraces. They hugged, they kissed, they cupped one another's tight, firm buttocks in their hands. Some sucked cocks while others were impaled on erect pricks. "Brice! That's a fucking gay calendar!" The set of clippers began to buzz as, switching them on, I began to cut Bob's hair. "I know," I said. He looked at me, as puzzled as he was outraged. "Why in hell would you put up a gay calendar?" I smiled at him. "Because I'm gay, Bob." He looked startled to discover that the barber who'd been cutting his hair for fifteen years was a "faggot." I gave him a broad, lovely smile. "You were right," I replied. "The calendar did fetch a whole new clientele." The California Peach He was onto his fifth cup of coffee this day and as the clock moved beyond eight and the sun set below the hills outside his office at Goldbud Farms, he realized that he had the shakes. He'd already spent the better part of the past two weeks trying desperately to come up with a new corporate logo for the rebranding of his company, and now, after two sleepless nights, he was no more than a husk of his usual self...a zombie marketing VP in the fruit growing industry of Northern California. Marcus was feeling hopeless. Ownership of his company had changed and everyone's job was on the line as the new management scrutinized and evaluated everything. Goldbud grew the best peaches in the country, perhaps even in the entire world, but competition from Georgia, South Carolina, and even Canada was squeezing the profits from every company in the business and trimming the fat was now the order of the day. Evelynn was at home. They'd met and married only last year and he'd whisked her away from her position at a law firm in San Francisco. She was bright and competent, an environmental litigator and graduate of Stanford. They'd met at a party held at the De Young Museum for green products and he'd been there to represent his outstanding company. She was tall and thin, but curvy in all the right places and their eyes had connected across the grand hall. She stood a head above the rest and while sipping his champagne, he'd watched her, seeing nothing but her face...the face of an angel. She was talking to one of the many admirers who'd surrounded her but kept looking at him even though he was at least fifty feet distant. He was dressed to the nines in a tux with winged collar; unusual for him at any time, but he was comfortable and elegant in his costume and looked like he could live in such clothes. She imagined him in top hat, white gloves and cane, strolling the boulevards of Paris or King's Road in London in the nineteenth century, the object of much admiration and perhaps the cause of fainting spells in the weak of heart. But she wasn't one of those kinds of wallflowers. Certainly not. She knew her powers of attraction. She knew the effect she had on men...and even on many women. It was already apparent that he could not take his eyes off hers and she smiled knowing full well that all he could see was her face from the chin up. Would he simply combust when she walked his way, separating herself from the crowd? Would she have to help clean up the ashes? Anthony Law, a fellow attorney, stood beside her. He was a sweet boy, kind and ebullient at all times, but what set him apart was his mind and his photographic memory of faces and people. "Tony?" She asked, placing her long and beautiful hand on his shoulder. "Do you have any idea who that man is over there at the other end of the room?" "Sure thing Eve." Anthony looked up to her pristine face a foot above his own. He was so gay that one would think she'd have no effect on him, but Anthony was smitten by her beauty and could not help but want to be around her at each and every function. "That's Marcus Branson. He's a marketing exec with Goldbud. Pretty fucking gorgeous, isn't he?" She smiled. "You're about to just saunter over there and make a conquest Eve, aren't you?" "Uh huh...that's exactly what I'm thinking of doing." "Bitch," he smiled. You've got it all, ya' know that! It kills me that I've been lusting after that man for years...just to be in his company. But he doesn't go in that direction and blows me off whenever I'm around. Well, that's not fair really. He's very nice and polite...just not interested I guess." "You wish he blew you off Tony." "Yeah. I guess I do." He replied. "You planning on torturing him a little. Want an introduction?" "No need. I can do this myself. Is he married or attached?" "Not that I know of. He's really driven and one of the most passionate marketing types I've ever known. He is a great public speaker and is a very interesting man. He attended CAL and I heard him lecture there last year and he had the crowd in the palm of his hand. Afterwards he spoke intelligently on so many different subjects that I was left stunned. Been a fan ever since." Hmmm, she thought. Anthony shows disdain over everybody but likes this guy...worships him is more like it. Okay, now I know where my energy will be spent tonight. She took a step out of the circle. "Are you going over there now?" He asked. "Just watch me Tony. Just watch me do my magic." Marcus had watched the face in the clouds speaking to someone below her chin. All the time they spoke, her eyes never left his, almost as if she was speaking to him and not to her close company in the crowd. Then it happened. She started to press her way out of her circle and head in his direction. Okay, he thought, now we'll see what goes with that lovely face. WHAM. He stood stunned and made sure his mouth wasn't hanging open. This chick has legs that end at her neck! Fuck me!! Wow. I watched her as she broke through the ring of people surrounding her. Both men and women turned as she left and watched her ass move away from them with undisguised admiration and in many cases, lust. Oh my God...oh my God. She's headed straight here. And that smile and those boobs. Jesus Christ. Be calm, be calm. He watched her every movement on her slow approach. She came at him in waves of height and fullness and moved in so sinuous a fashion that his attention was drawn first to one part of her body, then another. But the syncopated motion of her hips and bust was killing him. What a motor, what gears and lines. She was a Lamborghini, a Super Etendard, a Faberge egg made for the Romanoff's. She was high design at its best and she knew it. Fuck...look at her eyes, even at this distance. He had thought she looked like an angel from afar, and on her approach, as she got closer and closer, he could see that her complexion was to die for. She is an angel. Then her brows angled down like some sort of Vulcan warrior and the devil in her came forward, front and center. He immediately knew that whatever battle he was about to face was already a lost cause...pointless. But he would put up the good fight. He would not surrender. Never! Never let a beautiful woman know you are stricken with her beauty until you've had a chance to see her mind and hear her thoughts. That kind of conquest sucked; the "image only" kind of attraction. He was not going to fall for that. This was a test. He knew it was a test. Being and remaining aloof is the best defense. Okay...I'm ready. Let the games begin. She had arrived. Her mischievous smile was killing me. "Hi...I'm Eve and you're Marcus." "Yes I am." "Nice strong name. A Roman name like Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa. Know him?" "Yes I do." "Bullshit...who is he then?" She frowned. "Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa...general and admiral of the first emperor of Rome, Augustus Caesar." She looked at me and her face was awash, her expression softened and the hot bitch receded and the warmth of her visage was to die for. "Oh my God. You have got to be kidding me." She said. "Why...because you've finally met someone who knows who Agrippa was? He's one of my heroes in antiquity." I smiled. Shit, that's it...she's mine. "So how do you know my name?" "Anthony Law told me. He said we'd get along. Now I know why." "Because I know the name of a Roman general? You're kidding me. What makes that so special?" She lifted her hands and adjusted my black bow tie. "Holly shit. You tied this yourself. It's not some sort of clip on." "I'm not lazy. I know Roman generals and how to tie a tie. Is there anything else I need to know in order to bring you home with me? Because I'm already stricken and would be very disappointed if I have to remain at this party for even one more minute in public without knowing I'm gonna' end up taking you home." "Okay...let me think. I've got it." She said. "Veal scaloppini...with garlic, or without if you are adding Marsala?" I laughed to myself. She likes to eat. Hot damn! "Veal scaloppini con porcini secchi." I replied. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath. She looked up again...thank God I was taller than her. "That's it!" she said. "We are skipping the cooking and the meal and heading straight back to your place right now." She closed in on my lips and pressed them so very gently against mine...brushed them across my lips and cheeks side to side, then curled her arms around me and cradled my head in her hands...her beautiful hands, nails blood red and perfectly manicured, just the right amount of tasteful jewelry, long fingers which dug gently into my scalp. Her mouth opened and I pulled her to me, holding her hips tight and pressing her torso to my chest. Something about that first kiss gives it all away. Something about how a woman uses her lips and mouth and tongue tells you with immediacy that she will be the finest of lovers, without hesitation, without taboo, with only your pleasure in mind. And in that giving of herself, she will get everything back she desires. For she was the epitome of sex and attraction. She breathed life into an entire gender...into the whole experience of what it means to be a lover. We ditched the party and cabbed to my place. Her clothing...a long black dress came off in an instant and she walked around in black garter, bra and heels. Oh Christ was she hot and slender, her tummy spectacular in the dim lighting. I sat, amused at her femininity, her sensuality as she removed her dress and let it slip to the floor like a snake shedding its skin. She came over to me on my club chair, crawling her way on the floor and I thought I'd climax in my pants for sure. Her face was sin and I was to be her victim. I was shaking just watching her do her courtship dance on the approach. Trousers unbuttoned, cummerbund on the floor, shoes gone, she pulled down my briefs. "Oh my...a little forest here." She said. "Come with me." She took me down the hall to my bathroom. The water was hot and she pushed me into the tub while remaining on the ledge. Once submerged and acclimated to the temperature, enduring the most erotic kissing of my life and being nibbled everywhere above the waterline, she walked to the medicine chest and withdrew my razor and gel. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, sensing the answer before it came and wondering whether I was going to acquiesce. "Stand up gorgeous." "You're going to shave me? You've got to be kidding." "It was a Roman tradition. It will suit you." She replied. "Yeah...a Roman tradition to avoid lice. I'm not sure I'm gonna' like this. I've never shaved down there before." "You told me you are not married and have no girlfriend, so who will know but you and me?" "But I'm not sure I want to look pubescent at thirty, Eve. Do you like the way this looks...shaved, I mean?" I was erect to the point of pain just looking at her and now she was spreading gel all around and gently and expertly flicking my razor this way and that as she removed my hair and slapped the razor onto a hand towel between strokes. "It's not so much the way it looks, as the way it tastes when I press my entire face into your sweet and slick crotch, licking everywhere and sucking on everything. If you had hair here, it wouldn't be the same experience, I assure you." She held the tip of my cock in one hand as the razor did its dance on the hairs at the base of my shaft. "You have a gorgeous cock, you know. The size is fantastic but the shape is divine. You could model this thing, I bet." "Uh huh...just what I planned to do in the morning." "No...I'm not kidding. One look at this thing and I can't wait to have it in my mouth...to wrap my velvety tongue around it." "You're killing me woman!" "Haha...Do you eat lots of fruit?" "All the time." I answered. "Mmmm...even better then." Her brows angled in that devilish manner again and I knew I was doomed. I'm gonna cum in five seconds and she's gonna' be disappointed. There is nothing I can do about this. Shit! "Sit back in the tub general." We laughed. She was so in control and I looked just like a baby. She reached into the water and rubbed the soap off me then "Whoa!! What are you, a proctologist?" She'd stuck her finger up my ass, something I was completely unprepared for and thought I didn't like, but her face was on mine and her lips were sucking my breath away. Her finger no longer mattered, but I suddenly felt a rising sensation and had she not moved off, I was sure to have climaxed right there and then. "Just want you clean everywhere dearie. I'm about to eat you alive and soon there will be nothing left but your bones." She backed up and grabbed a towel and patted me dry, kissing her way around my body as she did. She'd already taken me in her mouth four or five times but the motion and act had lasted but seconds and I was dying. I had no idea that she was intentionally building up my resistance and knew just how to get me to last longer. She led me out of the bath and into the adjoining master bedroom. I thought of that name for a moment...Master Bedroom. Was I to be her master? I honestly doubted it! Pushing me onto the bed and looking in my eyes, she laughed. "Are you a bit frightened? You look like a little boy right now." "I'm sure I do you bitch...you just shaved me down to a ten year old." I laughed too, knowing full well how I probably looked. Then she stepped out of her panties, which were worn over her garter. I had noticed that and thought it odd, but now I understood. She simply could remove them without having to unclasp her stockings and garter. Shit! She was shaved just like me. Never seen one of those like this. Wow...this was going to be fun. My date is an amusement park. Now she laughed, long and hard and I loved the way her face just lit up the room in her happiness. "Have you never seen one of these before?" She asked with a smirk. "Here, let me show you how it works." She laid me flat and straddled my face and I opened my mouth to receive her. God she's fucking delicious!! She taste and smelled wonderfully and I went at her with a drive to tip her over the edge. "Take your time. There is no rush. Start with your lips and only add your tongue slowly and with a tease. I want this to last." She rose up and unclasped her bra and I caught my breath looking at her from below. This was the most beautiful body I'd ever seen. No magazine or video ever displayed anything like this and here I am...with her sitting on my face. I reached up to cup her breasts and she swiveled back a bit and moaned and her eyes closed as her head tilted back and away. Within minutes she crested on my face and I lapped up her juices with such gratitude for this reward. It was just that...a reward for my efforts and I continued the application of tongue and lips until she was no longer the creamy treat of moments before. She had cried out when she came and now fell to my lips, applying her own in the most erotic and sensitive kissing of my life. But as wonderful as it was, what stunned me was that there were tears in her eyes when she opened them and looked at me. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I'm wonderful...more than wonderful. Sorry." She wiped at her eyes. "I've not met a man I really like in a long time. I'm sure you don't believe me but I don't ever sleep around. Just been looking for so long and it is a great release to be with you. There is magic in your eyes Marcus. You're eyes speak to me and make me feel so sexy...so desired. It takes two to get to this place." She gave me one last gentle kiss then reached down to my cock, circling her hand around its base. "My turn." She said, pushing me up to the headboard and propping me up on the pillows. "You just lay back and watch, okay?" And she slid down the bed, pushed my legs apart and lay down with my prick up against her nose and her eyes closed. She appeared to be praying or something reflective...no motion beside my phallus resting against her lips, nose and forehead. The she started to move around...slowly she moved up and down with her entire face. Rubbing, rubbing her entire face into my cock, then my balls, then my thighs and back again. No one had ever come so close, administered such warmth and evidence of desire. I was dripping droplets of ooze and she was wiping then all over her face. Finally her eyes opened and she smiled up at me. "Like the way this looks?" I had no words, but she needed none. She smiled again, so wide that her teeth broke past her lips. Now they parted and she went at me again, massaging her way up my shaft as I dripped down between them. Her tongue flicked across my length and she smiled again. "You do eat fruit, don't you? This is gonna' be so delicious for me." She rocked me forward and circled my asshole, something I'd never have permit but for the fact that I was certain I was completely clean. Surprised that I was enjoying the sensation, I was even more so because it was so revealing of her total lack of taboo. Damn...now I want to lick her little asshole too. I'd missed that. "I can't possibly last much longer," I said as she stroked me and licked at me. "I'm almost there." "Ohhh goodie." She opened wide and stuck out her tongue...and that did it! "Fuck yeah!!" I yelled as I watched myself spray the insides of her mouth. The smile on her face killed me. No lust...just pure happiness. I was stunned. I'd never been blown like this before, and I'd never had a lover who showed such evidence of happiness. She simply radiated joy while swallowing me down. She hopped onboard so quickly and began her motions. Oh God how she felt inside, and how she looked outside and how she held me and kissed me. She is the best fuck ever!! A wave of regret passed over me. It only lasted a moment, but I suddenly wished we had waited. I suddenly wished we had courted. Was I fucking crazy? She looked down on me from above, gyrating her hips in a manner that made me feel I was taking her in many positions and not just one. Then she looked in my eyes with care and spoke. "Don't worry about our rush to bed Marcus. I'll still be here in the morning and for many mornings to come. This was so fucking right, it's scary. Can you feel it? Do you know what I'm talking about?" We were married three months later and she gave up her work and we set up shop in Placerville in the middle of peach growing country. We were secure until ownership of my company passed from a family to a corporation. My simple task was to find and develop an image for the rebranding. I could barely keep my eyes open and called ahead to warn Eve that I was coming home in defeat. I pulled into the driveway and walked in the door. She was not there to greet me. Then I heard her call. "I'm in the bedroom honey." "Be right in." I called back. I dropped my brief and the portfolio of failed ideas and drawings on the couch and walked down the hall. There she was, laying on her tummy and reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled, tossing the magazine on the floor and heaving her perfect ass up into the air, and as her cheeks caught the light, I felt elated. There was my fucking peach. Just look at her ass. That's it...the new logo. She continued to smile and caught his glance and literally watched his expression change and his face light up. "Feeling inspired dear. If you squeeze me just right, you'll get all the nectar out of me you want. I assure you."