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Aaah, Nothing Like a Nice Cuppa Cake (Mrs Cake feet)

Sep 27th, 2016
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  1. Aaah, Nothing Like a Nice Cuppa Cake
  2.  
  3. >You are Anon, master baker.
  4. >You got a job at Sugarcube Corner in Ponyville because Pinkie Pie wanted to work with her new 'weirdo friend'.
  5. >Strangely enough, this Ponyville has no ponies.
  6. >Just brightly-colored humans.
  7. >After a month or so, you developed a tight-knit relationship with the Cake family.
  8. >Since you first saw Pound and Pumpkin, they've grown so big...
  9. >Today you are working alone with Mrs. Cup Cake, the swirl-haired wife of Carrot Cake.
  10. >Ponka had a friendship problem to go solve because of her vibrating ass tattoo, and Carrot had a few deliveries to make in Manehattan.
  11. >The kids were watched by Twilight Sparkle.
  12. >It's a hot day today, and there's a huge amount of customers looking for milkshakes.
  13. >You and Mrs. Cake rush around frantically, often bumping into each other.
  14. >More often than not, you feel her plump breasts push into you.
  15. >And her flats step on your shoes...
  16. >"Anon, Anon! We need a triple fudge milkshake, STAT!!"
  17. "On it!!"
  18. >While Mrs. Cake takes all the orders, you whip them up in record time.
  19. >Before you know it, it's night time.
  20. >All of the customers have left, and Mrs. Cake plops down in a booth, breathing heavily.
  21. >"Whew...it's been a tough day...I'm going upstairs to bed...'
  22. "Wait, Mrs. Cake. How about I whip us somehing up to eat? You must be starving."
  23. >"Oh, Anon, that'd be lovely..."
  24. >So you go back into the kitchen, and create for her a masterfully proportioned cupcake and a glass of strawberry milkshake.
  25. >You also create one of each for yourself.
  26. >You bring all of the delicious food back to the table your lovely boss is at.
  27. "Order up, boss."
  28. >She giggles.
  29. >"Anoooon, I told you not to call me boss! Just call me Mrs. Cake, or Cupcake."
  30. "Alright, Cupcake."
  31. >You lock the door and put the CLOSED sign out, so you two can have some peace and quiet.
  32. >After which, you begin talking for many hours, about news, life on Earth, and many other random subjects.
  33. >Your eyes slowly wander below the table as she happily chatters on about finally relaxing.
  34. >Her flats, adorned with her footprint from use, have fallen off her feet.
  35. >"-and then, I have to attend to Carrot and the kids, and-Anon?"
  36. "Huh? What?"
  37. >"What are you looking at?"
  38. "Oh, sorry, nothing..."
  39. >"Anonymous, you know I don't like it when you lie. What's bothering you?"
  40. "Umm...it...it's your feet..."
  41. >Mrs. Cake's face turns red.
  42. >"Oh, oh dear, do they smell? Have I been working too hard?"
  43. "No no no, they don't, it's just that...I was...just enjoying the sight of them...."
  44. >She looks confused, and then gets exactly what you mean.
  45. >"OH...I see...well...I guess you can touch them...after all, I could use a rub..."
  46. >You beckon her up to her bedroom, and she follows, leaving her footwear behind.
  47. >She hops up on the bed, and places her smooth, sexy feet in front of you.
  48. >All yours to touch, to rub...to kiss...
  49. >You grab one of her feet and begin to squeeze it lovingly.
  50. >It gives so easily to your fingers...
  51. >The coat of sweat on her feet makes it very easy for your hands to glide up and down the soft surface.
  52. >You begin to pull her sweating toes back, making sure to crack each joint.
  53. >She lays her head back and moans softly.
  54. >"I-I should give you a raise..."
  55. >You just smile and continue with your work, rubbing the balls of her feet between your index fingers and thumbs.
  56. >The bulge in your pants still has not been noticed by her, and it's aching for attention.
  57. >While she is distracted, you slowly grind your covered crotch on her left foot, hoping she won't notice.
  58. >Unfortunately, she jolts upwards, jerking her feet away from you.
  59. >"ANONYMOUS."
  60. >You immediately cease grinding on her foot.
  61. >She sits up angrily.
  62. >"You KNOW I'm married. And don't you have ANY sense to avoid doing that to your boss?!"
  63. "But Mrs. Cake..."
  64. >"No, Anon. I should fire you for this."
  65. "Oh, I wouldn't say that..."
  66. >You smile deviously and rub her shoulder sensually.
  67. >She blushes softly, still looking quite angry.
  68. "We're all alone for the next few days...surely, it can't hurt to tend to an ache on your baker...like I tended to your aching feet..."
  69. >"W-well...you did...stop them from hurting..."
  70. >You move your hand down to her plump breasts, fondling them dexterously.
  71. >Her breathing becomes both erratic and erotic.
  72. >"JUST this once, Anonymous...this stays between us...agreed?"
  73. "Absolutely."
  74. >"Allow me to go get something.."
  75. >Mrs. Cake leaves the room, while you quickly undress, throbbing hard and ready to go.
  76. >She returns, with a cake in her hand, and clothes completely removed.
  77. >You stare at her, wide-eyed, and grab one of her breasts again, as she climbs into bed with you.
  78. >"I brought you a little snack..."
  79. >She mashes the cake into her feet, scrunching her toes, making sure to get the baked delight in every crevice of her peds.
  80. >You can only watch as she licks her fingers clean of frosting.
  81. >"Well, Anon? Don't be shy..."
  82. >She shoves her right foot into your face, and you immediately respond, darting your tongue between her cake-covered toes, savoring every morsel you can get.
  83. >You can taste the sweat of her foot beneath the cake as you drag your tongue up and down her right sole.
  84. >The combination of the cake, her foot's actual taste, and the other foot being pressed against your cheek is intoxicating.
  85. >You hold her left ankle as tight as possible while you press your face into her soft, supple foot, licking between every wrinkle of her curled foot.
  86. >"Wow, dear, you weren't kidding...you DO enjoy them..."
  87. >She pushes the entire set of toes on her left foot against your forehead as you polish off all of the frosting on her heel and arch.
  88. >Her feet are gleaming in the light now, licked completely clean of confection.
  89. >Mrs. Cake's tone just got very sultry.
  90. >"Hmmm....maybe I'll do THIS for you as a bonus, dear..."
  91. >She tenderly presses the ball of her foot against your tip.
  92. >You begin leaking pre over her upper soles.
  93. >She giggles softly as she runs her big toe down your length, forcing you to grab the sheets and try not to blow it right there.
  94. >The soles of her ready-to-please feet, now dripping with saliva from their earlier tongue bath, sandwich your twitching member between them.
  95. >She makes sure to maintain eye contact with you as her slickened feet begin gliding up and down in a hypnotic, steady rhythm.
  96. >You can't take much more of your boss's incredibly sexy feet flexing around your cock.
  97. >You begin to groan as Mrs. Cake puts your dick between her first two toes on each foot, locking it in place, as her toes keep a good pressure on your manhood as they move up and down.
  98. >Just as you grunt and begin to unload, Mrs. Cake quickly cups her feet, catching each one of your slightly painful spurts.
  99. >Her right big toe rubs your tip until you completely finish shooting off.
  100. >You can barely speak.
  101. >"Anon, dear, did you enjoy your little bonus, hmm?"
  102. >You nod weakly, sweating heavily from your intense orgasm.
  103. >Because you two have two more days alone together, you decide to drift off in bed with her.
  104. >You spend the night dreaming about tinderboxes, cheese, mackerel, and how many times you plan to cum over your boss's feet in her sleep.
  105.  
  106. -End
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