0 comments/ 58042 views/ 3 favorites Bakery By: keriya Inoka was waiting as planned outside "Blue Ribbon Bakery" at the top of Main Road' (Galle). She was wearing a blue satin T-shirt and, had her Skirt in a very correct and respectable way. As I stopped at the bus-halt, she came over and opening the car door got in giving me a big smile. She had been working at my father's office for a month now. One of three girls he had hired to give the place a more friendly face. In public dealing, that is important. Almost from day one, I had found myself attracted to her. She was about 5 ft 4 with jet black silky hair. Big dark brown eyes and a very fair complexion. She had a slim build but well proportioned with small firm breasts, good hips and a thin waist. I had asked her for a date that day, and she had agreed. It had surprised me at first. I was sure it would take some effort to persuade her to agree. We made small talk as we headed to Galle and a restaurant she wanted to go to. I noticed that she sat with her legs a little open and a knee touching the gear shift. Whenever, I had to shift gears, my hand would have to brush over her knee. I looked at her and she smiled. Suddenly she said to me, that she was feeling hot. I adjusted the car a/c unit and smiled at her. She said again that she was hot. My Iron went up hard and throbbing as I realised what she was really saying. Testing the water, I put my hand on the gear shift and touched her knee with my fingers. She didn't object or move her knee away. I slipped my hand onto her satin covered thigh and stroked it. She sighed. I moved my hand up her thigh to her cunt and stroked it. She moved her bottom forward in the passenger seat, and pressed her thighs closed around my hand. She asked me if I had a place we could go. I turned the car into a service road and parked. I dialled a few friends but they couldn't help out. Inoka had put her hand on my thigh and was stroking it as I rang around desperately trying to find a room we could use. In the end, Inoka took the phone off me and dialled a married friend of hers; No good, the husband was home early. I felt like a fool but, I had not expected things to move so fast or easily. I lived at home then and could not bring a woman home As we drove towards the beach and the vast empty plots near there, I pressed my hand hard against Inoka's cunt and felt dampness in the fabric. As Inoka closed her eyes and moaned softly; my hand stroked her thigh, She squeezed her legs closed capturing my hand between her thighs. My hard cock was throbbing wildly, leaking into my underwear as she squirmed on the passenger seat beside me. By now my balls were about at bursting point. The damp spot caused by my leaking pre cum was now staining my blue slacks. Finally, I turned off onto a dirt track and raced along it until I came to a clump of bushes and parked. There was no building near by; no people to be seen and I hoped we couldn't be seen from the main road. I leaned over and kissed Inoka hard and passionately on the mouth, Inoka returned my kiss with equal hunger. I was already unbuckling my belt and reaching for my cock as she reached for my 'tool' with her soft hand and long delicate fingers. As she pumped my Iron, I untied her T-shirt and pushed my own hand down into them. Her panties were no obstacle to my fingers, as soon I had found her erect clit, in her wet hot slit, under a thick curly bush of pubic hair. I teased her wet slimy clit, and tried to insert a finger into her but she stopped me. Pushing me back into the driver's seat she began to pump my cock up and down faster and squeezed it harder and harder until I called out in pain. I gasped in relief as white lumpy semen, spat from my cock, covering her soft hand and stained my slacks. After we had cleaned ourselves up I drove back to the "Blue Ribbon Bakery' and dropped her off. Next day. I asked her on another date and she agreed. This time I had made arrangements. I had taken a room at a hotel off Main road, with a reputation for 'helping people find relief'. I took her there after picking her up She was nervous and unsure as I took up stairs to the room I had rented. She looked at the bed and at me and put her hands over her face, embarrassed, as she sat down on the bed. I locked the door and pulled the box of condoms out of my pocket, putting them on the bed as I sat beside her and put my arms around her shoulders. I expected her to be a lot braver after yesterday but she was acting the shy virgin and I was wondering what the game was. She looked at me and picked the condoms up, reading the name out in a soft voice she asked me if I would agree to something very important first. She told me that she was engaged and that her wedding was a few months away. This was news that I had not expected. But I asked what she wanted me to agree to. She then said that she would let me do anything I wanted except take her virginity. That was her husband's right and she would have to keep family honour in mind. I asked her why she was there with me, if I couldn't fuck her. She answered that she liked me and was feeling very hot and restless. If she let her fiancé touch her, he would 'unseal' her but would then never marry her. I agreed to her request. And so we started kissing and touching each other. My hands were on her small firm breast as my mouth kissed her face and neck hotly. I stood up and pulled my shirt and slacks off, kicking my shoes off and pulling off my socks as I sat down again on the bed beside her. She watched me closely, and as I was about to pull my briefs off, she stopped me made me promise again not to unseal her. After I did, she went into the bathroom and came out ten minutes later in only a blue bra and blue panties. I pulled her down onto the bed beside me and began to stroke her soft skin. My hands went over her stomach and breast, her hips and thighs as I kissed her and put her hand on my erection. My cotton briefs were bursting from the bulge my cock made and were damp both with sweat and my pre-cum. Inoka's hands moved to cup my balls and tease the damp fabric covering my ass as I unclasped her bra and sucked on the small hard nipples that crowned her beautiful breasts. I asked her to suck me but she refused instead reaching into my briefs and garbing hold of my shaft as she had done yesterday. I pushed my hand down her panties onto her hairy wet cunt... She put her own hand on it and squeezed it telling me not to put my fingers in her hole. I told her to relax and said I was only going to play with her a bit. She looked at me very hard but eased her grip on my hand. Using my index and ring finger, I parted the fold of her slit and then toyed with the clit, my big finger found. She moaned as I played with it. Squeezing my cock hard as I lay half on half off her. I began to fuck her hand as she held my cock in its soft grip. She was breathing heavily now and thrashing about. Saying how good it felt. I moved my body onto her but did not try to slide between her legs. Her small firm breasts felt great against my chest as I worked to bring her to an orgasm with my finger. She arched her back and groaned, pressing her own hands down on my clit-teasing hand as she shuddered and came. I withdrew my hand and sniffed it. It was the smell of a woman who had cum. I pulled my pre-cum and sweat dampened briefs off and pressed my burning cock shaft against her soft smooth thigh. I rubbed myself against her kissing and squeezing her breasts as I did so. Inoka rolled onto her side and pushing the back of her panties down told me to press myself against her butt and rub my prick against it till I came. I did so and as I held her hips tightly I rubbed the burning shaft against her ass (The shaft fitted so neatly in her butt crack) until I felt my seed boil up and moving quickly, I roiled her fully onto her stomach and shot my watery, lumpy seed over her back. While Inoka was in the bathroom cleaning up. I ordered some snacks and a few cokes. I took the tray off the waiter at the door not wanting him to come in. He smirked at me as I stood bare foot in my slacks and shirt. Inoka came out of the washroom in her Tshirt (Long shirt) she sat on the bed and helped herself to the snacks. We talked and joked a while and then she asked me if I was satisfied. I shock my head and she laughed. She pulled her Tshirt over her head and sat, naked except for her panties. I stripped naked and went over to her, lying down beside her, she started to kiss my lips and stroke my chest. She laid beside me her leg on my stomach as her hand pulled on my cock. I squeezed and toyed with her breasts as I pushed a hand down the back of her panties and stroked her ass, my fingers teasing her butt crack. My man meat was soon throbbing and eager to cum again. Her delicate fingers had worked on my balls and shaft in a way that told me she had done this before. I asked her to roll onto her stomach which she did. I tugged her panties down to her ankles and kissed her buttocks. I then lay on top of her and began working my cock against her butt. My hands reached around to squeeze her breasts as I kissed her neck and shoulders. I was humping her butt, my Iron sliding not very easily against her sweaty skin. She asked me if I was going to keep my promise about intercourse and I said I was. She then asked me if I had ever had anal sex. I stopped; my heart racing with hope... I had not, but had always wanted to. She looked back at me and said that I could have her ass if I wanted. I agreed straight away. We got off the bed and she reached in her handbag for some hand cream. She then applied a lot of cream to my cock, and bending over, she told me to apply some to her anus. I did this shaking with anticipation as my fingers oiled her butt hole and teased my index finger tip into it. My finger tip went in with out too much difficulty, at least, less then I thought there would be. She moaned and I withdrew my fingertip. I took up position behind her as she stood bent over. One of her hands was protecting the hairy entrance of her pussy, obviously not taking any chances; the other was on the bed, supporting her. I took my manhood in my hands and bent the shaft tip down so that it was pointing at the target in the sparsely haired crack of her ass. Holding her hip with my free hand, I eased the tip against the wrinkled greasy hole of her butt and applied pressure. As I moved my hips forward slowly (I knew enough not to thrust madly) her anus gave up it' initial resistance and I slide my cock in. She asked me to go slower so I stopped; my cock buried about an inch in her before slowly sinking into her. She moaned as I sank the rest of my 6 inches into her. She groaned and begged me not to move for a while as my cock was so fat. After a few seconds, I had to start pumping; the throbbing pressure in my cock was too great. She moaned and groaned reaching back to prevent me sinking all of my cock in with each thrust. I soon began to get the pace and depth of my thrusts just as she wanted and after 10 glorious minutes of this, I came. My seed filling her rectum with it's hot liquid heat. When I eased back out of her, I saw her butt hole closing and a white drop of semen poke out like a dew drop as my seed trickled down her thighs. Inoka collapsed on the bed panting, using the corner of the bed sheet to clean herself up. I too was exhausted and sat down heavily on the bed. I thanked her, but I had many questions I did not ask at that time. Later in the bathroom, I washed my prick very carefully in the shower. After I came out Inoka went in and spent maybe 20 minutes in there. When she came out she was dressed and looked very happy and content. As I drove her back to the "Blue Ribbon Bakery" she thanked me for respecting her wishes and not taking her virginity. Feeling satisfied and unable to stop myself, I said that I could tell she had been fucked in the ass many times. I asked her what her husband would do when he found out she was not a virgin 'that way'. She looked at me hard and told me not to think badly of her. A young girl had needs and boys were often very demanding. As for her husband, it was a terrible sin to have anal sex with your wife. He would be getting her main slot so why would he want anal sex? We met a few times after that. Usually for anal sex. I did manage to get her to suck me off once but she refused to let me cum in her, mouth. She left our office a month later to get married. I met her once, six or seven months after her marriage, she was already pregnant and would only agree to give me a hand job. Afterwards we said goodbye and I have not seen or contacted her since then. This is a shame because I would really like to finally screw her, properly screw her. Bakery Girl Having turned 45 a little while back, I decided to regrow the beard I'd had up until my mid-30s. I was single now, and with no kids or wife to point me at a razor, the beard came along quite readily. It filled out over a period of about a month, and I was quite pleased with the result. I'd actually been out of town for most of the "growth period", helping my former business partner put an upstairs on his house, so that when I returned home fulltime, it was the first chance most of my friends and acquaintences had had to see the new me. I must admit, that while I'd been helping Russell with his extension, I had missed my young friend at the neighborhood bakery. Kelly attends the local college, and is the absolute epitome of 19-year-old-drop-dead-gorgeous-blonde. And for reasons known only to herself, she's been coming on to me for the past year that's she's worked at the bakery. God knows I've tried to remain aloof, but I can't begin to guess how many masturbation sessions have been built around visions of Kelly. The way she always manages to stroke my palm as she gives me my change. The way her face lights up when I walk in the door. The way she almost purrs, "Well, hello" at me. (And it's not even "hello" - she splits it into two very distinct syllables, with a clear subtext in the middle, of "fuck, you make me horny!") So, it's been almost five weeks since I've seen Kelly, and my first day remains a disappointment, as it appears she's not working. I buy a loaf of bread and head home, where later that night my right hand and I savagely contemplate tomorrow. She generally only works afternoons - after classes - and the hours almost crawl by. Eleven o'clock! I go for a run to pass some time. Shower, shave (again), cup of tea. Twelve-thirty! Jesus, clock, hurry it up! I decide to walk to the shops - it'll use up another ten minutes. And there she is! I spot the blonde ponytail as I round the corner by the butcher. My heart is pounding now, even though I have nothing planned, other than to spend the usual few minutes in the flirtaceous company of this young goddess. She's finishing up with the only other customer as I enter, and her eyes flash briefly toward me, first registering only another customer. Then, the double-take. Her cheery dialogue with the old lady dries up for a second or two, then she mumbles something and hands the woman her change, switching her attention to me. Ten seconds earlier I was beside the embers of a dying fire - now I'm bathed in fifty million megawatts of pure solar energy, as Kelly's face lights up from within. I can see she's taking in the new beard, and she likes what she sees. (It's been nothing but compliments from everyone that I have run into, with women especially insisting that the beard takes 10 years off me) Kelly finishes absorbing the new me, then shifts her eyes to mine, beaming like crazy. I notice her left hand land heavily on the edge of the counter, and realise that she appears to be having to hold herself up all of a sudden. "Are you OK?" I ask, but even as the words are leaving my mouth, I know what's happened. Her gasped moan confirms that my little ray of sunshine has just buckled at the knees, a small climax ripping through her without warning. "Um..." "I guess you are." We both spoke at once, then smiled at each other the way you do when that happens. (Not the spontaneous human orgasm, the speaking at the same time thing) "Oh, god, it's so good to see you again! I thought you'd left town or something." Kelly was coming around from behind the counter, grabhing at the ties on her apron as she spoke. She really shouldn't have done that, becuase what she wasn't wearing underneath gave me some very suspect thoughts. I didn't even know it was possible to make jeans that tight! Then she was in my arms. Well, it took me a moment to get my arms around her, as she pretty much just threw herself onto me, her arms going around my neck. "God, it's good to see you," she repeated, only this time it was kind of muttered, kind of smooched into my neck. "And I LOVE the beard!" "Um, Kelly..." I started, suddenly aware that customers could come in the door at any second - or one of the managers. "It's OK," she smooched, reaching around and doing something behind me. "I'm closing up today, and..." Shove. Thunk. "...I just did." I managed to tilt my head back enough to look down at her, draped around me, just her toes on the breadcrumb-y floor. There were tears running down her face, which caused me to furrow my brow in concern. She snorted, as much as to say it didn't matter, not any more. And then she kissed me. If I'd thought that kitchen clock at home was running slow earlier, then Kelly's kiss plain stopped time altogether. I've thought back on this hundreds of times since, and in all reality, the kiss could only have lasted ten or fifteen seconds. (That first one) But it still seems like half an hour. This was the most gut-wrenching, soulful meeting of two people the planet has ever experienced. I was inside Kelly's head, feeling everything that was rushing through her, while dimly aware that my own emotions had somehow transferred over to her. "You really think about me that much?" she asked eventually. And I couldn't even be embarrassed, because I'd seen visions of her masturbating to thoughts of me as well. And we both knew we'd seen the other's thoughts and memories and wants and needs and longings. I pulled her slightly away from, enough that I could look her right in the eyes. (Oh, god, those eyes!) "Yes." It's all I had to say, because I felt her come again, her arms practically crushing my neck between them. To cut a long story short, I had to go to the supermarket, just so we could separate long enough for Kelly to close up properly. As I returned, half an hour later, she saw me coming and ran up to me, throwing herself into my arms again. "Promise me you'll never disappear on me again," she demanded. "But I just went to the supermarket!" "You know what I mean. Five weeks! Oh god, kiss me." I kissed her, and this time it really may have been half an hour. We somehow managed to make our way to my place, without having sex in a public place - but goddam it was a close thing! And we've been together ever since. I'm turning 50 in a couple of months, and Kelly turns 25 just before our baby is due. I have never - NEVER - been happier in my life. It just gets better every day! And all because I grew my beard back. Who knew? Bakery Playtime Smiling down at you, so happy you trust me as I tie your left hand down at the corner of the big table where you spend so many hours creating your art. "Done," I say, now that you are at my mercy, I lick my lips in anticipation for what I have in mind for you. Liking how you bite your lip as I take the mixing bowl in my right hand and a large spatula in my left, your eyes watching my every movement. I gaze down your naked body, watching your breasts rise and fall with your quickened breathing, your ribs leading down to your fit tummy, the curves of your hipbones indicating the trail to your center of pleasure. "Freshly shaved," I smile, "I'm glad you prepped for me," I let the spatula tease across your labia. Already your essence leaks from you; I smear the frosting and pussy dew up and down your center, and then bring it to my lips, licking the white plastic lewdly. "My favorite frosting flavor," I say, looking up at you again, getting lost in your gorgeous eyes. Without a moment to lose I slowly pour the sugary mess of frosting onto your bare, smooth skin, starting at your left hipbone, making a thin trail across your mons as I giggle at your reaction. I make a weaving road over your belly button, a ragged trail over your ribs before the stream splits, making a serpentine bra of drizzled frosting on each breast. A meandering circle stopping at the peak of each hard nipple, "Yum," I shiver, before starting the line again between your breasts, curling the line up your neck and chin. I allow the frosting to stop dripping on your lips, so full and lush, I stop, having to kiss you now, kiss you hard, smearing the frosting between our nearly warring mouths, tongues urgently slurping and tasting each other! Setting the frosting bowl and spatula down, I begin kissing and licking the frosting off your chin and cheek, loving how your groans of pleasure and frustration mix with my own growls of delight as I suck at the pool of frosting in the hollow of your throat. Licking and slurping I clean you up best I can, only stopping to look over the counter, ensuring there's no customers waiting at the door. The frosting compliments your sweet and clean taste, your hint of perfume in your cleavage making my own panties damp beneath my skirt and apron. Eagerly I clean each of your pert breasts, following my circular trail to the aching, glazed points that top them, using my teeth to rub the sugar from the deeply crinkled nipples that you seem to enjoy teasing me with every day and every night! Sighing, I leave your flushed breasts, loving how you involuntarily suck in your tummy as my lips and tongue wander your ribs before sinking into the miniature pit of your belly button. Taking a breath my gaze goes from your clenching toes, up past your firm thighs and diamond hard nipples to your hands, fingers tight into fists before relaxing, I have to smile as I can smell your arousal, "You must be so wet," I say, my face glazed with the thin frosting! Quickly my head moves around and down your torso, your sensitive skin on your hips tasting even more wonderful then I remember, my hand gliding up and down your leg, feeling it tighten and loosen as my mouth begins the home stretch towards your frosted clit and labia! Stopping finally, I remove the apron and skirt, my camisole quickly also joining the pile of clothes on the chair before I climb onto the sturdy table between your outstretched legs. I kneel and pinch my nipples for you, "I love this," I admit to you. Resting my hands on either thigh, I place a hard kiss on your clitoris, the frosting making for hard but delightful work to clear if off, your moans so loud, I have to check over the counter again, but only passersby do I see, and none peer into the store. Flattening my tongue out, I slowly pull it up your frosted labia, the frosting even thinner as I realize there is a pool of frosting and your essence on the table beneath your bum! "Poor baby," I grin, "Let me clean you all up!" I suck each of your labia hard into my mouth, your skin so smooth, so warm and fleshy between my lips. "You have to try this!" I say, dabbing my fingers into the pool of frosting and juices before leaning up across you and feeding them into your mouth, my body trembling as your mouth wraps hard around them, sucking them better than any appliance known to man. My fingers begin dancing again over your bottom, clit to labia to your bum, slow and gentle, then harder and harder, quickly the pads of my fingers are soaked with your ambrosia! I offer more of the syrupy mess to your hungry lips; I have to laugh through my growing lust as I pull my fingers from your mouth with an effort. The saliva on my fingers mixes well with your juices; suddenly I have two fingers pushed as deep as I can into you, your pussy gripping and sucking on them almost as powerfully as your mouth had moments before! I drop prone on the table and as my fingers revel in your wet passage, I suck hard on your hooded clit, tongue working it incessantly, your moans turning to yells as I feel and hear your desire build. I just slurp and finger you more, wanting to cleanse the sweet frosting from my palette with the sweetness that only you can provide. My breasts warm against the still cool table as I make sweet hot love to you with my mouth and hands, my fingers probing your pussy, but soon enough your puckered star as well. On and on I go, mouthing sweet sexy lustful thoughts against your clitoris and swollen labia until you arch yourself against my mouth and have your first hard cum! I stop pleasuring you so firmly, only caressing your bottom with my hands for a moment so you catch your breath. Reaching for the spatula, I hold up the handle, "Hmm, I think this will do!" I groan, rubbing the handle of the spatula against my panty clad pussy first, "You are going to like this so much." The handle was soon damp, so without much ado, I turn and push it into your hot wetness; a naughty grin crossing my face as you groan and shake despite your bound legs and arms. Over and over I inch the long handle into you, biting my lip, pinching my own nipples as my desire rises. Thinking this would help, as I pumped the spatula into your welcoming heat, I untie first your left leg, then your right, giggling at how quick you tried to capture my body between them. The handle long, hard, and ridged, "that must feel so good," I groan, capturing your mouth with mine as I delve it into you over and over. I straddle one of your legs, your thigh immediately slamming up against my aching clit and swollen labia, I feel the squish of wet panties; "I must have wet myself!" I laugh against your mouth. My shaking body making the spatula handle probe your wet tightness with full strokes of pleasure, but my own desire needing more than your firm thigh, I climb off you, and leaving the spatula buried to its head inside your pussy, I push my panties down my legs, the crotch sticking to me for a scant second. Peering again over the counter to check, "Nope, no customers," I murmur as I climb again onto the table, but this time lowering my shaven pussy onto your mouth, your tongue slathering me with your intense love, I push down against your face harder, my clit throbbing, my pussy drooling like I've never felt, a shaking hand grabbing the spatula to continue the blistering fuck its makers never dreamed of as a potential use. The bakery is quiet except for our moans and groans, although your mouth makes a deliciously wet slurping against my bottom, I begin rubbing your clit with my free hand, needing you to cum for me, delighting in the position of power I have over you, though I notice the silk scarves around your wrists are beginning to stretch. Unable to contain myself, I arch up, crushing my petal soft labia to your mouth, feeling your nose push against my bum, the spatula gyrating around as you thrash your hips, your toes curling, my hands on your breasts, torturing your nipples as I cum, letting loose a shriek that could be heard for two blocks I am sure. Climbing from your talented mouth, I kiss you hard and deep, tasting myself on your tongue, my hand going to the spatula handle and giving you quick hard pumps to bring you to your own delightful conclusion! I untie your hands and fall into your embrace, kissing and hugging you close. I whisper into your ear, "Now about that birthday cake!"