I traced my finger gingerly along the outside of your pussy lips, working my way toward the middle. It was wet. So wet.
As I traced my finger along the delicious mouth of your pussy, I couldn’t help but think your folds felt like the delicate, fleshy slices in an apple pie filling, and you being this wet just made it all the more so.
I wanted to eat you up right there. I slid my finger inside your slit, curving it upwards, pressing it against the top, over and over. You threw your head back and gave a soft moan, your mouth wide open with pleasure.
“You wanna taste the apple pie?” I said.
You moaned again, softly. “Mmm, yes. Please.”
I reached up and put my finger in your mouth. Immediately you started sucking. The pressure sent sparks all the way through my body, to the head of my cock.
It was so sexy knowing you were tasting yourself on me. I felt your tongue work it’s magic, licking my finger clean.
I needed that to be my cock in your pretty little mouth, but first I had to try this flavor for myself. I went back down and hid my head under your skirt.
I wanted to enjoy you the way a fancy food critic would enjoy a new dessert by a famous chef, slowly and with care.
My tongue traced your outer folds, silky, delicious and sinful. I worked it in toward the best part, the centre. That sweet, wet centre is my favorite part of any treat.
I lapped up all your juices, savoring your sweet nectar. I sucked on your clit, getting every last bit if flavor I could with my tongue. I was getting hotter and hotter, and I needed you to taste more of what I had to offer.
I stood up and immediately felt your hands working their way to the top of my pants, undoing em. My cock jumped at its chance for freedom, rising from my pants faster than a cake in the oven.
You turned around and grabbed one of the cans of whipped cream from the stock shelf. Shaking it in your hand, you dropped to your knees in front of me. With ease, you popped off the red cap and drew a line of whipped cream from the base of my shaft right to the head. The coolness sent a shiver through me and my cock throbbed with anticipation.
I imagined exploding in pleasure, pouring myself all over your pretty mouth, making you taste the sweetest dessert of all.
“You know, for a man who boasts so much about how great his pies are, I’m surprised you don’t make your own cream.”
“Just you wait a minute there, Missy. You’re in for a real surprise.”
You grabbed my ass tightly, pulling me toward you, my erect cock right in front of your perfect mouth. Starting right at the tip, you twirled your tongue around the whole of my shaft, tasting every little bit of me and the cream.
Ain’t no way you didn’t taste a bit of my own brand of cream in there too. When you got to the base you took the full length of my cock into your mouth and held it there, still working your tongue magic. I never knew a woman who could take a cock that size while still doing acrobatics with her tongue.
My knees got weak and my hands started to tremble as the pleasure of your mouth sent me to a place I’d never been to before.
I looked down at you and felt a surge in my heart.
Where had you come from?
Who were you?
Would I get to keep you?
I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to plunge my cock deep into the very core of your being and fill you with my cum. I wanted to own you, to make you mine, and touch you so deeply that you’d never be able to erase me from your heart.
“Time for a different kinda filling, sweetheart,” I said.
You stood up and I kissed a small drop of whipped cream from the corner of your mouth. You blushed and looked at me with them pretty, big eyes. You were so beautiful.
I wrapped my arm around your waist and picked you up, carrying you at my side, out of the walk-in, slamming the big door shut with a kick of my leg. I hoisted you onto my work table. It was still covered in flour from the pie I’d been making just before you walked in.
My cock was throbbing, ready to explode, and I needed to be inside you right then. I pushed your legs apart and shoved your skirt back so far I could see everything I craved. You arched back and propped yourself up with your hands.
I traced the folds of your pussy with the head of my cock and teased you the way you teased me. My cock throbbed and pulsed, almost cumming on the outside of your pussy. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I grabbed your hips and thrust into you. I felt my tip hit your cervix and you let out a moan.
“Again,” you whispered.
With each thrust, the table slammed into the wall, crash after crash after crash, just like a Texas storm. The steel mixing bowls rattled below, falling from their shelf, and your moans grew louder and louder until they became screams of pure ecstasy.
There was no way in hell I was letting go of those hips.
Then, with powerful jolts like the rapid successions of a lightening strike, I shot my seed deep into your core, exploding over and over in an unending frenzy of delight that I’d never before imagined possible.
I thrust forward, grabbing your neck and pulling your mouth to mine, my cock still convulsing inside you.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Girl, that was heaven.”
You gave me a wicked smirk. I pulled out of you and saw my cum dripping from your pussy. You pushed me back, holding my gaze with a look on your face that told me just how much trouble you were going to be.
Lifting your skirt you put two fingers deep inside your pussy, then brought them out and sucked them clean.
“Well, I’d have to agree,” you said, “you really do make the best filling around. I might just have to come again soon.”
“Oh, you can come any time you like,” I gasped, still unable to believe what had just happened.
You straightened out your skirt and gave me that coy, sinful look that told me you were the type of woman that would drive me crazy.
“Oh, and I’ll be expecting a call about the job too,” you said. “And don’t even think of offering me minimum wage.”
I laughed. “I’ll pay you everything I’ve got, but you’ll earn it, girl.”
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