Bimbo Bakery: Pageant Puffs
Part Three: Sugar and Spice
Candice popped another cream puff into her mouth as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her tall heels up on the desk.
Her eyes closed and she luxuriated blissfully as the heavenly flavor suffused her moist tongue. She loved the way the sweet pastry melted like butter in her mouth and the thick, slightly salty cream coated her taste-buds before sliding heavily down the back of her throat. A shudder of warm pleasure washed through her, tingling her fingers and toes then ending as a ball of heat deep within her core.
She used the pearly icing on her sticky fingertips to gloss her lips as she held her phone out high for another selfie. She posed playfully for herself on the screen before snapping the photo then leaning in to examine her handy-work.
Oh, that was a
good
one!
Candice loved how wet and shiny her puckered pout looked, so freshly glazed and there was even an errant glob of white cream glistening atop the lush shelf of her swollen cleavage. It was so salaciously suggestive... she giggled even as she scooped up the stray drop of salty goodness and licked it up.
"
Mmmmmm
..."
She flicked through her pictures--she had been taking them all morning--trying to decide which to send to Grant next.
The shots taken straight down her profile were
really
nice, the camera angle focused deep into the valley of her huge tits with her long stocking-clad legs and sexy stilettos stretching out in the background. Then there were the snaps of her straddling the office-chair with her mini-skirt hiked up, her smooth thighs spread wide and her huge tits couched between her forearms until they all but spilled out of her top. He would be able to see a scandalous hint of her skimpy thong in that one.
Her pussy-soaked, juice-dripping thong... and even some of the wet patch that was forming on the threadbare seat cushion beneath it.
Her workstation was bare but for her terminal, telephone and the half-empty pastel pastry box. The towering stack of tedious paper-packed binders were gone and Candice stretched out languidly in the small space.
Work was dumb and boring anyway. Why should she risk chipping her beautiful nails (she'd just finished painting them a stunning shade of red) by tapping away at some clunky old keyboard when there were so many helpful
men
around?
They had been stopping by her cubical all morning. Asking her if she wanted a coffee or did she need a
hand
with anything?
No thanks, Candice was trying to cut back on her caffeine and yes please, she would be
ever so grateful
if they would assist her with one of these
big
...
thick
... folder
thingies
. Oh, but weren't they just the
sweetest
for helping a girl out?
She would just toy with her silky caramel hair, give them a flirty giggle or bat her luxurious lashes at them and then another pile of work would hurry away with them. It continued that way until Nicholas--
Mister
Dawson had made his hourly patrol of the office causing everyone to duck their heads and get back to work.
Still, it had been fun and more than a little wicked, teasing them all like that...
Her pretty little pussy was all but twitching at the memory of it. She desperately wanted to rush to the bathroom and trim herself to wonderous wailing satisfaction but
Mister
Dawson was keeping a wary eye on everyone today. Like he was some prowling watchdog who could smell trouble in his scrapyard.
Candice smirked as she peeked up over the cardboard dividers and spotted him standing in his office doorway scanning the office.
She
was going to be the trouble he could sense and Nicholas just didn't know it yet.
Her chair squeaked as she slid back down into it. With a gasp followed by a giggle she slid her hands into her bra and pulled free her hardening nipples. They tingled electrically as they tugged free of the soft violet lace, pebbling immediately in the cool air conditioning and aching to be played with.
"
Hmmmm
..." She sighed in some relief as she gave them an experimental pinch.
They were
sooo~
sensitive and sparks of sharp pleasure lanced through her soft flesh as she began twisting and pulling at their rosy tips.
They sat right on the edge of her waistcoat lapels, her tit-flesh bulging obscenely out of the deep neckline on the verge of bursting free and fully exposing her stupendous rack to the open office air. She gasped in excitement when she imagined how she would appear if someone looked in on her...
Someone like her
boss
.
What would she say? What would
he
do? His handsome face would redden with a combination of surprise and outrage even as a thrilling mix of burning shame and delicious discovery sang through Candice...
"
Nnnnrgh
!"
One smooth leg kicked out involuntarily, knocking over her wastebasket. So she leaned back even further so she could wedge a tall heel up against the edge of the desk. Then she let go of one diamond hard nip to reach under her mockery of a skirt to pull frantically at the slick fabric of her panties.
"
Ah-ha
... c'mon,
pleeease
..." She whined to herself, wriggling her broad hips until the teensy thong was pulled down and stretched tight between her outspread knees. That would have to do.
She released a prolonged hiss like escaping steam as she sank three ravenous fingers into her damp molten cunt and her eyelids fluttered as blissful relief flooded her scorching nethers.
"
Yeeessss~
."
Her head fell backwards, her shiny curtain of sexily mussed hair nearly brushing the worn carpet as she fought to keep her ecstatic grunts and mewls to a minimum.
