Birthday Cake 5

Content Advisory: Cake sitting/Assjob/Non-Penetrative/Latex/Femdom

The room was sparsely lit, save for a small spotlight on the table before him. Atop it sat a large, rectangular cake. It had been brought in by two women adorned into maid outfits. It spanned the length and width of the table it was set to rest upon. Perhaps three feet long and about as wide just at a glance. They had not acknowledged the occupant of the area as they took a long look over the work put into the piece. It had been decorated well, swirls of icing dancing along the area. It was freshly cooled, its sweet aroma still hanging in the air. A lovely mixture of caramel and cream cheese. It made his mouth water as he sat just out of reach. He had been disrobed and wrists bound behind his back in the only chair.

He was unsure of how long he had waited when he finally her the measured steps of heels along the border of the spotlight. The two who had escorted the cake and kept him silent company exited the room as they came--in total silence and without a single glance toward him. Then, she slowly stepped into view, clad head to toe in shimmering black latex. It hugged her curves tightly, giving her body the appearance of a thick hourglass shape. All he could see were her cold, blue eyes as she strode into view, hands resting on her thick hips. He watched as she circled the space, her eyes not leaving him as he fidgeted nervously in his seat. Her ample backside swayed with every powerful step of her long legs.

She stopped as she rounded behind him, resting her gloved hands on his shoulder gently. His heart was racing as her hands rand down his chest tenderly, each finding one of his nipples. Circling around the small areolas and pinching down on firmly. He squirmed in place, his cock bucking and throbbing under her menstruations. She worked his small mounds in silence, maintaining, methodically circling and tweaking the tender flesh. He threw his head back, moaning loudly and wriggling under her touch.

Her attention then turned to the centerpiece of the room. The cake. She strode around to the opposite side of the table, still facing him as she studied the pastry. She made a slow, sultry show of bringing a dollop of icing to her lips. She licked around the cream playfully, plunging her finger along her pallet slowly. Thrusting the digit along her pallet sensually. She then turned her back to him slowly, waving her hips side to side. Taking her time lowering her backside toward the poor cake that awaited.

His heart pounded in anticipation. Her buttocks hovered just out of reach of the cake, moving to her internal temp as her captive audience watched on. His mouth began to water from the aroma of the cake and the sight of her dance. Ever so slowly, her wide, round backside continued to lower, the shimmering latex just barely brushing the outermost tiers of the icing. Small smears dancing along the fabric. Her weight finally came down, just enough to make a noticeable dent across the surface of the cake and she stood up straight.

Her hands clapped loudly against her backside, cupping her cheeks proudly. She played in the mess, smearing the icing and bits of cake across her wide backside. She went down once more. Applying just enough weight to make the indention on the cake just a bit deeper. The outer edges began to swell and crack as she toyed with its limits. And once more, she withdrew, standing tall to give her captive a long, mouth-watering view of her work thus far.

She bent over, surely straining the limits of the latex as she offered him a fuller view of her backside gradually more coated and smeared with the cake. His hips bucked forward at the sight, humping the air desperately as she waggled her curves before him. This time she did not hold back, dropping her massive backside on the pastry full force. The outer edges swelled and shattered as the integrity finally gave way. It spread and fell from the edges of the table as she bounced and shook her hips to and fro, scattering bits of the cake over the floor.

He watched on as she scooped handfuls of the remains and smeared them across the latex shell. Coating her curves in the mess. He writhed in his seat as his cock throbbed harder. His testes growing heavy and aching for relief. His tongue lolled at the show she made of destroying the poor cake, ignoring the first hot rivulets of precum that had built up from his depths. She hopped from the pedestal of cake, slowly twirling to provide optimal viewing for the mess that now decorated her suit.

Her cold eyes locked with his once more as she began to close the space to him once more. She kicked his legs apart, exposing his taught erection. She turned her back to him, slowly lowering the warmth of her cake covered derriere toward his waiting member. The aroma of cake and latex filled his lungs. His heart pounded as her backside brushed his cock tenderly. A layer of destroyed cake smearing and coating his length as she slowly pressed back toward him. She ran the valley of her buttocks along him slowly, coaxing a loud, frustrated moan from her captive.

Her hips moved faster, working her ass along his length at a steady pace. Bits of cake and smears of icing falling around them. He struggled against his bonds, wanting to grab her hips and hump away at her messy backside to his heart's content. She pressed back into him firmly, sandwiching his cock firmly between her ass and his belly. She grinded against him, working his cock against the film of latex separating them between her cheeks. Her movements were deliberate, mimicking long, steady strokes against him.

He felt his orgasm mounted slowly as she continued at her deliberate pace. Long, smooth strokes along every inch of his member, now thoroughly coated in the sticky remains of the cake. Thick beads of precum mixing with the miss that coated the two of them. It was bittersweet, teetering on the edge of release as she took her time. He squirmed under her as the pressure of inevitable climax mounted, his moans louder and heart racing.

He labored to find the words to announce his climax, but it came out garbled gibberish as his orgasm tore through him. He watched his cock irrupt all over her backside, and she continued her smooth motions. Up and down. Up and down. Pressed firmly against him. Sandwiching his tender, cake and cum smeared member between them. The pearly white of his seed contrasting the black of the latex and brownish hue of the caramel cake. Wave after wave of cum irrupting from his depths as she massaged his trembling member. She doubled her efforts, working her hips faster and harder. His body shook as the after shocks of one climax bled into another, his cock irrupting once more soon after his first climax was spent. His hips bucked against her, humping her backside desperately as more of his seed irrupted forth.

He was screaming out in rapture as she continued. He wanted to bury his cock in between her sticky flesh and continue to milk himself between her expansive cheeks. He cursed the latex between them as he climaxed once more. His body sticky with the remains of the cake and his own spunk. She started to slowly relent, grinding her ass along him tenderly.

It was not over. She stood again, and simply bent over the table over the rest of what remained of the poor cake. He admired the sticky mess of cake and cum that painted her shell. He felt his bonds momentarily relieved as the two maids that had presented the cake ushered him forward to her backside. He obliged, pressing his face hungrily into the mess, licking and sucking up the mixture of cake and cum. He ignored his bonds being redone behind his back as his lips explored the expanse of her ass, licking and suckling at her cheeks delicately. The cake was exquisite, the salty sweetness of the caramel mingling well with the icing. He barely noticed the taste of his spunk as he lapped at the expansive mess.

He admired his work cleaning his mistress, only a few stubborn smears remaining across the latex. She turned back toward him, her eye locking his once more as he gazed up past her cake smeared bust. She simply patted his head. The whole while, one of the maids had been working diligently packing the rest of the cake away while the other waited to free him of his bonds. He was presented with what remained of the cake as his mistress exited the room into the darkness from whence she arrived.