thecupcakeslut: yourbadgrrl: Winter Vignette 2: Sexy Cookies She was baking sugar cookies for the of
thecupcakeslut: yourbadgrrl: Winter Vignette 2: Sexy Cookies She was baking sugar cookies for the office party, drinking asti, and talking to her sister on the phone, when a fit of silliness took over. “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if you could make spritz cookies that look like penises?” “Or boobs!” her sister chortled. “Yeah, no more stars or wreaths or Scottie dogs…just a tray of pussies, cocks and boobs. There wouldn’t be any left!” After she hung up, she took the last bit of cookie dough and hand-shaped it into cocks, tits and cunts, then took a few photos to send to her sister. As she was giggling and decorating them with icing and colored sugar, he came in. “Mmm…smells great in here! What are you baking?” YBG blushed a bit. “Oh, just cookies for the work party…” He walked over to her then glanced down at the last tray. “These don’t look like spritz cookies, YBG. What are they?” His eyes were dancing although his mouth looked stern. “Umm…sexy cookies. My sister thought they’d be funny.” “Really? Sexy cookies? That’s a filthy idea. Why would you do that?” “What? I wasn’t going to bring them to the party—!” But he had pushed her up against the work station, and was pulling down her jeans, and before she could push him of, he had pinned her wrists behind her back, and held her well-loved red Le Creuset silicon spatula in his hand. “Nasty baking girls need to get spanked!” “Oh, c’mon—I need to get these done before the party!” “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done, missy!” The first swats were playful, and she sighed into them. But then he warmed to his task, and the delicious stinging began to get the reaction he wanted. As she tried to control her breathing more, she felt him pull down her panties and slide a finger along slit. “You liked that, hmm?” He spanked her hard a few more times then whispered in her ear— “I’m going to spank you until this delicious buttercream frosting you’ve made melts down the crack of your ass—” She gasped “No!” and wriggled to get away, but he held her firmly down on top of table. She flinched when she felt cold frosting hit her skin. “Damn you!” she hissed. “It’ll just make taking you even sweeter, honey. Now spread your legs wider!” He proceeded to spank her inner thighs, then her ass, again and again, his cock bulging against his pants as he watched her cunt glistening, her legs trembling, heard her sighs and moans getting louder and more desperate. And she was angry at herself for being so turned on and humiliated in her own kitchen, with a dollop her own special recipe icing on her ass. Her groans of “You bastard” quickly turned into “Daddy! Please!” as she felt the buttercream melting slowing down her ass and pussy folds. He watched it melting, admiring her frenzied undulations, then dropped the spatula, ripped off his pants, eased his thumb into her ass, and pushed just the tip of his cock inside her cunt. “Oh, god! Fuck me, please!” “You’ll need to beg me more than that, dirty girl.” He held his cock there, feeling her begin to pulse around his thumb. “Fuck! Please, Daddy! Please! I need to cum on your cock. Please, I’m begging you!” And with that he laughed, put his arm around her waist, and forced himself inside her tight cunt. “I bet you’d taste so good right now, slut…” he sighed as he pumped her slowly and deeply. “All that pussy juice and buttercream…I have half a mind to just pull out and—” She came right there, before he could finish his sentence. Eyes gleaming, he pulled out, turned her around, and applied more frosting to her pussy. He assiduously licked off every trace, enjoying her every whimper and sigh, the way her very core fluttered against his lips and tongue. Then it was her turn to kneel, and lick every bit of buttercream from his straining cock. They never made it to the office party after all. This. But with cupcakes. -- source link