Food 02 A Bakers Dozen

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.

"On your hands and knees," I ordered. Natalie obeyed.

"You're no longer a baguette... I think I need you to be more like a pretzel!" I laughed. "I'll twist you into a pleasing shape," I boasted.

I grabbed a broom from the corner of the kitchen and placed it across the back of her legs at the ankles. I spread her legs about 18 inches apart, smelling the heady, earthy scent of her pussy and ass, before I bent over to tie her ankles to the broom handle with dish towels. "Now slide your hands back between your legs, and

under

the broom handle, palms facing up!" Natalie obeyed, and I tied her wrists to the broom. She was now soooo vulnerable... her pussy and ass pointing to the ceiling, the left cheek of her face was pressed flat against the table. Natalie's arms and legs were immobilized.

"What's a pretzel with a coating coarse salt coating? I mused. I applied some butter to Natalie's ass, and smoothed it in with my hands in firm strokes until her ass was glistening with warm melted butter. I then grabbed several pinches of coarse salt from a bowl and sprinkles it on her ass. The butter made the salt stick in place.

I pushed my left palm against Natalie's left ass cheek, my thumb pushing hard between her pussy lips. Natalie moaned loudly. My right hand spanked her right ass cheek thirteen times (baker's dozen!) In quick succession. I counted them out. She flinched, yelped, then sighed after each strike. I could feel the coarse salt intensify the stinging in my hand that normally occurs from bare handed spanking. After about the fifth spank I was wondering if I could go on, so I figured the more tender skin of her ass must have been stinging from the salt before me. But no safe word from NAtalie so I kept going. Her ass reddened up amazingly!

I switched hands. My right palm was stinging like hell, but probably not as much as her right ass cheek which my right hand is now pushing hard against, and squeezing. Natalie writhed in pain and pleasure, especially after my right hand's hard ass squeezes are joined by my right thumb pushing into her clit and rubbing hard.

My left palm now slapped Natalie's left ass cheek hard thirteen times. I spanked more slowly this time and demanded she counted them out verbally. Her left ass cheek is now as red as her right ass cheek. There willb be bruises! Just to make sure, I grabbed a wooden spoon and gave Natalie two hard swats on each ass cheek.. She writhed with pain and intense pleasure. "You want some more?" I demanded.

"Oh, fuck yes! Please!" She begged hoarsely.

"Alright! Eleven more per ass cheek, to keep with the baker's dozen theme! Count them out!"

She counted out the impacts, her voice nearly breaking at some points... but still no safe word!

I whacked each ass cheek with the wooden spoon to the appointed number. Oh man! She was going to have bruises! I could see the red stripes rising already.

Natalie was panting hard with demented desire now and I could sense the pain from the spanking had brought her close to the edge. I buried my face into Natalie's pussy and worked her clit hard and thoroughly. After a mere 30 seconds of me munching on her, she hit her orgasm. Hoarse cries of pleasure filled my ears as she bucked and twisted on the table. I gripped her thighs firmly to hold myself fast to her wet nectar. After 20 seconds, her orgasm subsided. I expected her to collapse on the table, exhausted... except my tying job to the improvised leg spreader kept her propped up. Her ass and pussy still pointing up, exposed and vulnerable.

Why let an opportunity pass by?

I gently touched her clit again with my tongue, but she winced and squirmed away. After her orgasm, Natalie's clit was

way

too sensitive for more tongue probing.

I knew what to do: Plan B!

My tongue went to her pink, puckered rosebud ass. As my tongue pushed easily into Natalie's relaxed sphincter, I could taste a bit of the salt and butter mixed with the taste of her ass—still clean from this morning's bath with her.

As my tongue worked her compliant ass a thought hit me: "We're having a French-themed dinner tonight, but I'm starting my meal early... and her ass smells and tastes better than any French cheese I've ever had!"

I dig in more savagely, savoring her...

—THE END—

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