He took me by surprise. I had just lifted the fruit cake out of the oven and was about to ladle the sponge cake batter into the second tin I had prepared when he came into the kitchen, stood behind me and held my wrist, not roughly but firmly enough to stop me working.
“Sinful Sunday tomorrow” he said. “I’m going to take a pic of you as my cake lady. But before I do…”
He reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties.
After a quick application of margarine from the tub his finger began exploring my cunt.
“Not now” I said half resisting “I am trying to bake.”
“You have baked. How many cakes do we need?”
“Charity bake day at work on Monday” I replied, the upward inflection in my voice betraying my uncertainty of my own arguments as two fingers propped deeply. I was wet.
“The second cake won’t need baking. I have always liked uncooked batter. Did you lick the spoon as a child?”
I gasped as he probed deeper and began to stimulate my clit with his other hand.
“Stop it, I’m trying to work, I’m trying to…”
He worked my clit harder and began to nibble my earlobes.
“Stop it…seriously I need to
He pushed his finger deeper into my wet cunt.
“Actually just fuck me.
I leant forward so that my hair dangled in the wet batter and he lifted up my skirt and I felt him go in. Our kitchen quickies are always hard and rough which is just how I like them and he was soon finished finishing with a hard thrust that nearly pushed my face into a kitchen cabinet. I came with a moan and he stepped back spent and panting, fumbling to move his foreskin back into place. I stood up and felt his come seeping out of me and running down my leg.
“Get on the table”
I took my clothes off and lay on the table. He spooned the rich batter over me, massaging the mixture deliciously around my crotch, then kneading my breasts with sticky cakey hands before standing back admire his handiwork. He washed his hands in the sink then took his phone and took a picture of me, lying there in batter, desperate for more of him.
He showed me the picture he had uploaded onto our blog, with the Sinful Sunday logo beneath it, inviting us to click and see the other sexy pics our fellow bloggers had posted..
Then he stripped, and came down on me licking the batter if my tits, off my stomach before burying his face in my crotch, working me with his greedy tongue. He moved his mouth towards mine and we kissed, the sloppy batter passing between us. .
Then he fucked me again until we were both a mass of batter and sweat and come and pussy juice.
I had a feeling we were going to enjoy showering together. And then I thought how thoughtful it had been of me to bake two cakes.
“I bet the fruit cake will be cold by now won’t it?” he said. “I’ll put the kettle on. I’m dying for a cuppa.”