Food 02 - A Baker's Dozen
The second in my 'food series' where I combine food and sex in an erotic adventure— some are more vanilla, others include various elements of BDSM and anal, such as this one. Each story is a 'one-off', so they can be read in any order.
I was at our kitchen island, preparing a dozen baguettes for the French-themed Valentine's Day Dinner that Natalie had organized for her church. I made 48 chocolate éclairs in the morning for dessert. Now at 1 PM I was shaping bread dough into 12 baguettes for afternoon baking.
Natalie just arrived home from an exhausting morning of organizing table set up, place settings, floral arrangements in the church hall, and supervising meal preparation in the church kitchen. The rest of Natalie's team stayed at the church to finish other room arrangements and start the cooking while Natalie came home to rest—and oversee the overflow baking I was doing, since all the church ovens were in use.
"I'm beat!" Natalie muttered, then threw down her jacket and started undressing for a shower, even as she was walking through the kitchen. A half-naked Natalie on her way to being fully naked never ceases to amaze me—and arouse me. I liked what I was seeing. Natalie had four hours to rest at home before we went to the church banquet hall for Natalie to be "on" as hostess.
"Give me a kiss and a hug," she demanded. "I need it."
Natalie melted in my arms during our long, wet kiss and firm, breath-inhibiting embrace. "I'm beat," she said again, pouting.
"Hmm. I can help with that. Let me knead you ... and really make sure you're beat!"
I helped Natalie out of her bra and panties... no resistance from her. "Up on the table," I commanded.
I helped her sit on the edge of the sturdy maple slab table, then lifted her legs up, turned them parallel to the length of the table and slid Natalie to the center facing up. She was easy to slide on the floured surface of the table. I leaned over, firmly grabbed Natalie's throat with a squeeze, and gave her another long savoring kiss, our tongues waltzing with each other. "Close your eyes," I ordered. Natalie did as told.
I reached over to the kitchen 'junk' drawer and pulled out a leather eye mask I had stored there earlier, planning for this moment. I slipped the mask over Natalie's head and covered her eyes. I could feel her quiver with excitement.
"I've been kneading dough all day, I'm practiced and ready to knead you, Baby Girl. You'll be my 13
th
baguette—a baker's dozen!"
I started by firmly massaging Natalie's shoulders, then her arms, working my way down to her fingers. I skipped over to Natalie's hips and massaged the top and outside of her thighs. She moaned with pleasure and relief, as the stress started to drain from her. My lightly buttered and floured hands glided over her thighs with my slow, deep, hard strokes, and I could feel her tense muscles relaxing. I continue down to her calves and feet, giving Natalie's toes and soles firm bends and thumb circles. I then work my hands 'northward', gliding firmly and slowly in a series of short strokes on her inner calves, then her inner thighs. Natalie's legs spread a few inches, in anticipation...
Natalie took a deep breath, expecting to exhale hard and moan with pleasure as my hands massaged her pussy. I was ready to dive into her with my mouth! But I fought the temptation and ignored the cues of her leg-spreading and breath intake. A delayed orgasm is a more intense orgasm!
Instead, my firm palm strokes and circling thumbs bypassed her engorged pussy. I could smell Natalie's fragrant pussy flower's wet nectar. When I bypassed Natalie's pussy and moved on to massage her tummy (without tickling!) she let out a long slow exasperated breath that spoke volumes. I could sense Natalie's disappointment and she was about to say something but she held her tongue. Natalie knew I was just 'fucking' with her—just not literally...yet.
Natalie wriggled her body slightly, expecting firm breast play. I stopped massaging her tummy just as I approached the rib cage. Natalie pouted, thinking I was 'fucking' with her again, but I'm just pausing to get a bit more butter and flour on my hands. I then continue my massage trail to Natalie's breasts, firmly stroking her tits in circles and pulling upward, my hands cupping my fingers closer together as I approached her firm erect nipples. I rubbed my palms firmly across her nipples, then alternated between pulling them firmly between my pinching fingers and rolling, twisting, and pinching her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. Natalie sighed, moaned, and arched her back with each firm tug and roll of her delectable nipples.
Then a surprise for Natalie! I firmly gripped each nipple in turn and gave a hard, stinging slap to each tit. Natalie yelped in surprise after each slap, then settled into a deep throaty, gurgling growl of pleasure. I could see the marks from my fingers showing as a series of four long pink-red lines on the left side of each tit. I gave Natalie another long, wet probing kiss while my fingers squeezed her nipples harder. Natalie's back arched rapidly and firmly and her chest collided with mine.
"You're going to have some bruises. Let me soothe your tits with some cream," I murmur. Natalie sighed and nodded, probably thinking I was getting some Arnica Cream.
But I had two silicone pastry bags: one filled with custard, the other with whipped cream—leftovers from the chocolate eclairs I made this morning. I slipped the silicone pastry bag with custard over Natalie's firm, erect right tit. She moaned with pleasure as the cool creamy custard coated her breast and the silicone bag embraced her with its firm, smooth sides. I pushed the tip of the pastry bag to Natalie's mouth. She tasted a bit of custard hesitantly, not knowing what to expect, then she started sucking hungrily. I held the base of the bag firmly around the base of her tit. Natalie's suction pulled the custard into her mouth and her tit was pulled up to fill the shape of the pastry bag, which looks like a cup of one of those 1950s-era bullet bras. Natalie sucked, savored, and swallowed the custard with so much pleasure on her face I'm ready to have an orgasm from just watching her. I love pleasing Natalie!
Once the custard was gone, I let go of the bag, and the suction held it there. I placed the whipped cream pastry bag on Natalie's left tit, holding the edges of the bag around teh base of her breast, as before. After I pushed the tip of the bag into her mouth, Natalie greedily sucked the whipped cream, moaning huskily as it mixed with the remnants of the custard. I can almost swear she is about to orgasm from the tastes in her mouth combined with the feeling of her tits being tightly cupped in the silicone cones. Once she finished the whipped cream, I slid both pastry bags off Natalie and I started lustily licking and sucking custard and whipped cream from her tits, and sucking and biting Natalier nipples hard. Natalie wriggled, writhed, arched, moaned, and gasped in exquisite pleasure. Soon she was panting with animal lust and grunting ... and grabbed my right hand to push it into her pussy. I didn't resist. I gave her pussy lips and clit a very thorough rubbing until I sensed she was close to climax...
Then I stopped. Orgasm denied!
"Flip over," I commanded. Natalie obeyed. But she was lying flat on her stomach, expecting me to now massage her back.
