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Cupping Cakes Quickie

By Grey
Created: 2025-08-17 23:26:00
Updated: 2025-09-07 02:13:28
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  1. 1.
    >Cup Cake is such a sweet lady who loves to bake things for others.
  2. 2.
    >She’s just now beginning to be over with the tail end of her most fun years and has been living a comfy life from her late 30s to early and mid 40s now.
  3. 3.
    >Wears sweaters during the winter holidays while baking cakes and pies and all sorts of delicious desserts.
  4. 4.
    >Many of which, she participated in eating as well, getting into the spirit of what she’s been contributing to.
  5. 5.
    >This has been going on for several years, and it’s all okay because Cup Cake’s youthful party days are long behind her.
  6. 6.
    >She’s been settling down and living a slow-paced sweet life in which she relaxes and follows her culinary passion.
  7. 7.
    >Cup Cake makes some of the best desserts of all time due to her knowing which stuff is the tastiest and works the best together.
  8. 8.
    >She always brought the best desserts to every Christmas party, dressed up in her usual festive sweaters while doing what she does best.
  9. 9.
    >While the snow fell outside, the warm inside of the house would entrap the aroma of the most recent pie she was baking for a few guests.
  10. 10.
    >This was always her specialty.
  11. 11.
    >And winter soon isn’t the only season she would like to embrace her passion to.
  12. 12.
    >But while it was for a while, Cup Cake’s womanly body underneath all those clothes adjusted accordingly to her relaxed lifestyle of making and occasionally eating delicious desserts deep into her adult years…
  13. 13.
    >Slowing down and thickening out, Cup Cake still never lost her curves, and instead found them becoming wider and softer.
  14. 14.
    >This is partially due to her not realizing the origin of one of the more adventurous ingredients she tested, only knowing it to be bright pink is particularly tasty in a small container Crystal Prep’s principal would bring over saying she likes to make drinks with it.
  15. 15.
    >That started up in the winter… several months ago…
  16. 16.
    >When Summer comes early, so do the summer celebrations and traditions.
  17. 17.
    >Like opening the pool to the public, having barbecues, visiting the beach, running up the air conditioning bills and wearing less clothing.
  18. 18.
    >Cup Cake usually doesn’t go out in the heat, but has an odd urge to do a bake sale outside.
  19. 19.
    >The only person who seems available to help in the back of the tiny cart she bought is a young unassuming man in his 20s.
  20. 20.
    >She feels an aura about him she can’t put her finger on, and begs him to help her arrange things in the back of the tiny cramped cart.
  21. 21.
    >It was all arranged for this young man to join her in the tiny cart and he soon meets up with her in the early hours of the morning to set everything up.
  22. 22.
    >---
  23. 23.
    >You’ve been visiting in town living out of cheap motels for at least 6 months non-stop now.
  24. 24.
    >Being a temporary paperwork organizer for a small local school went super well for you in keeping an income going.
  25. 25.
    >But not being one of the main schools in the area, the school is out for the summer now and the rather small building is going to be closed for months.
  26. 26.
    >This wouldn’t have been an issue had one of the more major schools had any openings for you, but that’s not the case.
  27. 27.
    >You have another job somewhere else set up, and it begins in a month.
  28. 28.
    >But doing the math made you figure out that you’ll be in a 2-ish week window with no money unless you either find an EVEN CHEAPER motel to lug your stuff to, or if you go every other day without eating.
  29. 29.
    >Not being a fan of either of those options of starvation or roaches, you decide to take up the offer of this local woman who needs help with a summer bake sale from a tiny mobile cart.
  30. 30.
    >You’re surprised she hired you instead of someone local she actually knows.
  31. 31.
    >But you do not question it; this was the only luck you got.
  32. 32.
    >With a "welp" expression on your face, you did everything you needed to do to apply and got in touch with this nice woman and then took up the job.
  33. 33.
    >Gotta make an effort some way, right?
  34. 34.
    >---
  35. 35.
    >The drive over to Cup Cake's location wasn't far at all, being in the same town and all.
  36. 36.
    >You can see on the forecast that next week is going to have lots of high temperatures, giving the start to your brief little employment under Cup Cake a fiery head start.
  37. 37.
    >As long as you don't have to work a usual behind-a-desk job doing useless paperwork and phone calls and such.
  38. 38.
    >If this is what having a job is going to be like for the rest of your life until you retire, you'd rather just be a neet or something, that's just some nonsense.
  39. 39.
    >If only you didn't have any bills to pay or anything like that.
  40. 40.
    >"Yoohoo!" She waves over to you as soon as she figures out that you're the young man who volunteered to work for her over the next week or so.
  41. 41.
    >She smiles even wider as you step out of your car and approach her, seeming very pleased to meet you.
  42. 42.
    >"Hello! I'm sure you must know by now that I'm Cup Cake." She extends her hand to you, giving your hand the most professional feeling shake she can while maintaining her wholesome, informal demeanor.
  43. 43.
    >She seems pretty nice from what you've seen of her so far, more so in person than online once you walk up to her in front of her little self-owned cart she seems to own independently.
  44. 44.
    >She speaks very cheerfully and articulately too, instantly professional with you when she needs to be.
  45. 45.
    >"I really appreciate you helping me out with this. I'm not used to doing this outside during the summer." Cup Cake clamps her hands together after opening the small door.
  46. 46.
    "I'm more than happy to help." You step up the little bit of stairs into the interior of the cart that's elevated pretty high off of the parking lot below.
  47. 47.
    >The first thing you notice when inside of the cart is how cramped it is inside of here.
  48. 48.
    >There's a few drawers and shelves there's just enough room in here for.
  49. 49.
    >Other than that, it's going to be difficult to maneuver around in here overall.
  50. 50.
    >"Whaddaya think?" She follows you inside, unintentionally giving you a vibe that she's trapping you inside of here right where she wants you.
  51. 51.
    "Sure is roomy in here." You joke.
  52. 52.
    >Cup Cake's laugh is one of the cutest you've ever heard.
  53. 53.
    >She goes on to explain to you how business is going to operate on each day you're here, detailing how you'll be inside the cart helping her do things faster while she stays at the little open window with the small counter interacting with the customers.
  54. 54.
    >Seems simple enough, and Cup Cake is very clearly a very nice lady; you can't wait to do this with her.
  55. 55.
    >This meeting so far has been a brief and informal meeting where you two know one another as acquaintances that just met in an online ad for which you applied to work for Cup Cake over the next week or so.
  56. 56.
    >The payment/salary method has already been figured out too as she has even taken your financial situation into consideration; you'll be paid by the day.
  57. 57.
    >Nothing special really happens the first time you two meet, but oh does that not say a lot about the next couple of times.
  58. 58.
    >All it's going to take is the weather getting warmer... or hotter, rather.
  59. 59.
    >---
  60. 60.
    >Before too long, it's time to start your first day on the job.
  61. 61.
    >Cup Cake was just as cheerful as the day you first met her in person on the really warm morning you drove up to where her cart is in the parking lot.
  62. 62.
    >You help her move tons of non-perishable materials into the cart, with her wearing what seems like a thin overcoat over an apron underneath.
  63. 63.
    >"It's gonna be hot today." Cup Cake lets you know. "You came dressed to swim, right? Just in case you need to take a break and take a dip in the nearby pool?"
  64. 64.
    "Oh, there's a pool nearby? That's great!"
  65. 65.
    >"Yeah, great for the occasion."
  66. 66.
    "Yeah, I got my swimming trunks on." You rub two fingers around the silky waterproof fabric poking out from under your large T-shirt. "I came prepared."
  67. 67.
    >"Great to hear! Alright, c'mon now. It might take us a while to set things up once we get to the spot I chose that has lots of people." Cup Cake urges you on.
  68. 68.
    >You plan to slip out of your T-shirt as soon as it's too warm to have it on.
  69. 69.
    >As soon as everything is packed up and ready to go, Cup Cake makes sure you're sturdy in place inside of the cart if you choose to ride along inside of it and hitches the thing to her own car and drives off.
  70. 70.
    >But as she drives, Cup Cake begins to worry about something you're not aware of yet.
  71. 71.
    >Her rather almost modest bikini is better suited for a woman with less curves to challenge the tied strings.
  72. 72.
    >The back of her bikini bottoms already doesn’t do a lot to fully cover her big round soft cheeks above her thick thighs.
  73. 73.
    >So many years of dessert intake has “gone straight to her butt”, stretching and straining the backs of any pairs of pants she would wear in less warm weather.
  74. 74.
    >Cup Cake would feel a lot more accustomed to loose dresses and such at parties.
  75. 75.
    >At least when it came to her rear and lower half.
  76. 76.
    >Her chest and upper half would be another story, especially one that would challenge her usual bras while going through her 30s and thickening out.
  77. 77.
    >Everywhere that hadn’t done so before gained a layer or two of extra softness.
  78. 78.
    >The curves on Cup Cake’s body were still usually followed like a set of rules when the extra pounds started piling on thanks to so many sweet desserts that became her world.
  79. 79.
    >But the cusp of every sexy curve would enhance themselves.
  80. 80.
    >Becoming the aforementioned challenge for namely her bras needing adjustments to suit new sweets-fueled developments.
  81. 81.
    >So that said another story for her chest was usually more bad news for whatever bra she was wearing.
  82. 82.
    >And the back of her bra would sometimes come undone after her soft bust snuck in an extra swell from both her already fully developed breasts feeling the impact of too many sweet desserts over her 30s with milk usually on the side.
  83. 83.
    >She usually wore so many clothes that she never noticed until she was outside of the moment and undressing or showering, never caring enough to remember later.
  84. 84.
    >Cup Cake allowed her figure to soften, thicken and widen so much over the years through this but maintained those curves like a set of rules.
  85. 85.
    >She didn’t realize she had to go up her bikini size just like she went of a cup size with her bra~.
  86. 86.
    >Her body that was sometimes bad news for her bra is now even worse news for her bikini~.
  87. 87.
    >Cup Cake stared on in disbelief into the mirror this morning at how small in comparison her huge assets and soft, wide womanly curves makes this stressed black bikini appear…
  88. 88.
    >The straps over her round fertile hips and smooth broad shoulders dig deliciously into her soft flesh against her perfect silky skin…
  89. 89.
    >Cup Cake knows that if she walks around in public on the beach wearing this inappropriately small bikini on her thick, soft curvy body, her full-figured womanly form will unavoidably present those exposed curves; featuring Cup Cake’s big round buttcheeks and huge busty boobies almost exposed while jiggling to even the slightest motions~.
  90. 90.
    >At least she’ll be wearing an apron over this all day; it’s going to be too hot for too many hours to wear anything else…
  91. 91.
    >After several minutes of her driving, you've survived the ride over to the spot where the two of you are going to set up shop.
  92. 92.
    >It’s even hotter inside of here with the entire cart closed off and gathering the heat.
  93. 93.
    >With a light rumbling noise, the metal barrier rolls up and lets the outside air start seeping into the cart directly.
  94. 94.
    >There couldn’t be any frozen goods since Cup Cake doesn’t have anything but a small oven in here and a few protected shelves for the orders.
  95. 95.
    >As her little helper, you stand behind Cup Cake in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks after she steps inside.
  96. 96.
    >Laying your eyes upon something you hadn't exactly expected as Cup Cake faces her paying customers as they approach the cart:
  97. 97.
    >Cup Cake’s smooth back and soft round bottom, both of her large cheeks too much flesh for the back of that black bikini to contain.
  98. 98.
    >That article of clothing is trying its darnedest to be modest, but it can’t reach the soft crease of Cup Cake’s soft underbutt.
  99. 99.
    >Not even able to cover her smooth skin halfway down each of her slightly wobbling buttcheeks that react to her stepping around right in front of you.
  100. 100.
    >”One medium funnel cake coming up!” She declares.
  101. 101.
    >You watch that big soft ass jiggle even more while she goes from one side of the cart to the other, fetching necessary ingredients.
  102. 102.
    >The proximity between you two is too close not to thinking about pulling a certain kind of stunt and playing it off like it wasn't intentional.
  103. 103.
    ~
  104. 104.
    >You have no idea what to do in this situation.
  105. 105.
    >It took you by surprise.
  106. 106.
    >By instinct, your eyes dart around the interior of the small cart like you’re looking for an escape after remembering how the closing door sounded.
  107. 107.
    >It’s a little late to change your mind.
  108. 108.
    >Cup Cake reaches her arms to many directions to grab ingredients for each order, and your eyes have to stay away from the large swathes of her smooth skin that has been generously exposed before you.
  109. 109.
    >Your mind does reaching of its own when you find things to block out the intrusive thoughts about gliding your hands all around that soft smooth skin of Cup Cake’s time and dessert enhanced curves and features.
  110. 110.
    >You currently have to double check and make sure all the payments are correct.
  111. 111.
    >Before helping Cup Cake gather the supplies for the next order as the temperature outside slowly increases by the hour..
  112. 112.
    >Most people are looking for cold goods right now, so the influx of customers slows down for the time being.
  113. 113.
    >You were sure to already eat breakfast to avoid the awkward moment of asking Cup Cake if you could eat some of the goods or ingredients for said goods for free.
  114. 114.
    >Especially now that there might be a perceived double entendre in those undertones whether it’s intended or not.
  115. 115.
    >In silence, you continue to keep your eyes from drifting downward towards the woman’s kindly presented bottom that softly jiggles for you.
  116. 116.
    >Even Cup Cake’s smooth bare back is alluring enough to spark fires in you that grow into an inferno of urges by the time it’s late morning and approaching noon.
  117. 117.
    >Don’t even think those straps hugging her back are gonna help much.
  118. 118.
    >The still-tight tied strap of the back of Cup Cake’s black bikini top showing a difference in taught-ness from the looser apron strap by how much the material digs into her smooth soft skin…
  119. 119.
    >So much of you wants to distract yourself, but you could only do that by leaving your post and traveling down the vast open road full of new things to redirect your attention to and force yourself to forget before the pull towards this woman’s matured attractiveness becomes too strong.
  120. 120.
    >There’s nowhere to go inside of this cart; you practically have to back yourself up against the shelf behind you in order to ensure that Cup Cake won’t accidentally bump that caboose into you.
  121. 121.
    >…And sense that gradually intensifying stiffness under the front of your swimming trunks as much as you can already feel it happening.
  122. 122.
    >Your efforts to discourage it would have more effect if so much of… this… wasn’t being so brazenly presented right in front of you, and from so close to you too…
  123. 123.
    >The open back of the apron seems like it’s enthusiastically presenting Cup Cake’s soft wide womanly backside to you.
  124. 124.
    >Her delicious curves and grabbable softness can’t help but beckon you to do what your nature wants you to do.
  125. 125.
    >Whoever came up with the saying wasn’t kidding when they said “the ass was fat”.
  126. 126.
    >What nature gives these women is a great weakness to hot blooded men such as yourself all over the world.
  127. 127.
    >You finally understand that song more and you can can’t even tell which one.
  128. 128.
    >The one by Queen? Sir Mix A Lot? Lil John?
  129. 129.
    >Sure, the songs themselves are perfectly fine, but this ass has got you feeling an urge to endlessly present your own love for it to the world.
  130. 130.
    >You’re gonna be one of the cool ass men and keep this revelation to yourself instead of try to prove something about your tastes with it… because you WANT this woman all to yourself anyway.
  131. 131.
    >Here in this cramped little dessert cart with you, Cup Cake stands with her delicious backside to you…
  132. 132.
    >Try to stifle the noise of your breathing the best you can so you don’t sound like a feral animal.
  133. 133.
    >Having little more to stare at than Cup Cake’s big round ass wobbling before your eyes like a trophy waiting to be grabbed.
  134. 134.
    >The fabric of the back of her bikini bottoms clings over as much of those juicy cheeks the best it can, clinging onto the smooth skin it can cover the best it can…
  135. 135.
    >Desperately try to focus on the dessert ingredients organization and a new customer’s order that just now came in.
  136. 136.
    >But all you can think about is how much that black fabric must be tickling her as she continues to move around and cause her bikini and flesh to interact through the unavoidable wobbling.
  137. 137.
    >Cup Cake ain’t walking away as she faces away, she ain’t goin nowhere as you shudder in silent lust resisting the urge to take your trembling hands and Cup her Cake~.
  138. 138.
    >Got damn these same desserts she’s skillfully cobbling together made her figure delectably bottom-heavy over the years.
  139. 139.
    >Pears are so much sweeter when they mimic hourglasses.
  140. 140.
    >Widening the highway only drives your vehicle crazier to escape its fabric prison.
  141. 141.
    >Forget “buns out guns out”, those buns coming out of their own fabric prison would instantly bring your lone gun out of its own, keep yours singular between its opposition, you don’t want a fair standoff.
  142. 142.
    >You want to deliver your fresh load of supplies into the back of her bakery.
  143. 143.
    >Batter for her oven to bake and cream and icing to line every cake with.
  144. 144.
    >You want to-
  145. 145.
    >”Could you check the amount, hon?” Cup Cake’s soft voice gently brings you back up out of the gutter your mind was in.
  146. 146.
    “Oh uh, yes right away.”
  147. 147.
    >Go back to your job you’re supposed to do as the growing mast in your tent points more and more directly to what it desires most.
  148. 148.
    >The way she called you “hon” made it twitch a little.
  149. 149.
    >Your ability to maintain focus on work begins to wane more and more as noon approaches, like it's an ice cream cone sitting out there in the nearby parking lot in the summer heat as time goes on.
  150. 150.
    >It's not easy to back so far away without risking knocking over a few things on the shelf behind you, and every instance of you slightly moving your hips forward to avoid that sparks an urge to thrust yourself right onto Cup Cake's 40-something-year-old bubble butt and get it over with already.
  151. 151.
    >"By the way, you can have anything you want as long as you don't take too much of it." Cup Cake speaks over her shoulder to you, not looking behind herself accurately enough to see where your eyes are fixated.
  152. 152.
    "Okay..." You respond in a small and timid voice.
  153. 153.
    >She's offering... anything to you.
  154. 154.
    >The half of you that wants Cup Cake’s bikini to stop failing wars with the half of you that wants to see everything.
  155. 155.
    >That poor loosening knot at the back just keeps getting more and more… untied…
  156. 156.
    >Surely Cup Cake can feel her huge boobs swaying around more than they were an hour ago, right?
  157. 157.
    >Another customer wants a funnel cake, and Cup Cake gets right to weaving the ingredients together like it’s no challenge at all.
  158. 158.
    >Fear and arousal fill your heart as you watch the soft curvy dessert woman get into her zone.
  159. 159.
    >She shifts around with more enthusiasm while preparing her sweet goods after the payment is made.
  160. 160.
    >Her fingers brushing against the palm of your hand is the least you’re concerned about right now.
  161. 161.
    >The tip of your tented erection gets dangerously close every time Cup Cake reaches for something in just the right way.
  162. 162.
    >There’s even the prospect of excitement from her simply feeling that hint of how erect you are right behind her.
  163. 163.
    >Cup Cake takes yet another finger-ful of frosting that tastes much sweeter than usual.
  164. 164.
    >Surely that must mean extra sugar to get her going extra well.
  165. 165.
    >And sure enough, something about that extra sweetened frosting gets Cup Cake going.
  166. 166.
    >Those huge soft buttcheeks wobble tantalizingly close to the tip of your full mast erection tenting your swimming trunks twice as frequently now.
  167. 167.
    >Getting used to the fear of getting caught popping a boner in this situation, you start to feel yourself get overcome with emboldened arousal…
  168. 168.
    >Almost starting to look at this like it’s a fun lewd little game~.
  169. 169.
    >The side ties of Cup Cake’s bikini bottoms prove to be affected by her enchantingly wobbling buttcheeks as well.
  170. 170.
    >You can tell the tied knots are loosening little by little.
  171. 171.
    >It’s all more stressed out than Cup Cake had anticipated.
  172. 172.
    >Your body heat runs up on you higher than a remotely employed telemarketer’s phone bill.
  173. 173.
    >If you keep your shirt on now, it’ll be sticking to you too much to peel off without massive difficulty in the coming hours.
  174. 174.
    >You’re lucky your excited meat didn’t jab itself between Cup Cake’s soft warm buns while you were fumbling with the already damp fabric clinging to your skin.
  175. 175.
    >You get it up and off, listening to it plop onto the small cart floor with a light slap.
  176. 176.
    >Wearing less only has you feeling even more intense in ways you should have been able to predict.
  177. 177.
    >Curse the fact that you had to somehow distract yourself with a task!
  178. 178.
    >But no task is truly enough to distract you from the neuron activating sight of Cup Cake’s buttcrack starting to peek out to you as the black fabric of her loosening bikini bottoms sinks lower as it slowly loses its grip on her lovely waist~.
  179. 179.
    >As you count more customer money she hands back to you, your mind struggles not to short circuit.
  180. 180.
    >The urges grow stronger and stronger watching this sweet lady allow herself to lose her bikini ever so slowly on account of her delicious jiggling assets putting more strain on those ties and knots than they can truly handle.
  181. 181.
    >This never happened when she was in her 20s; those days are long gone.
  182. 182.
    >As long gone as the minutes you spent being able to coherently think about what you're supposed to do for literally your fuckin' job today.
  183. 183.
    >That loosening knot at the back of Cup Cake’s bikini top can’t hold on much longer…
  184. 184.
    >The looser it gets, the more it allows her huge soft breasts under that apron to sway freely and speed up the process of making the thin back of the bikini to lose its tied knot completely~
  185. 185.
    >It’s the failing bikini top versus Cup Cake’s soft assets, and the latter is easily winning.
  186. 186.
    >You’ve already been fully erect watching this unfold, your swimming trunks not able to hold your full erection down as it tents the fabric…
  187. 187.
    >Cup Cake fulfills more and more orders from the customers, losing the flimsy back of her bikini top that can’t stay taut or even tied over her smooth skin.
  188. 188.
    >The loosened knot just looks like a lazy scribble across Cup Cake’s bare back.
  189. 189.
    >You have no space to back away to and no way to make your erection subside.
  190. 190.
    >The more Cup Cake continues to lose her bikini, the more you continue to lose control of yourself.
  191. 191.
    >Shaking hands can't hold money between those fingers, and heaven forbid you lean down to pick the coins and bills off the floor.
  192. 192.
    >The falling back of Cup Cake’s skimpy bikini bottoms is more obedient to the loosening of its own side straps.
  193. 193.
    >As she continues to move side to side, that bikini just loosens and loosens until...
  194. 194.
    >The back straps finally fall away completely... baring Cup Cake's smooth bare back to you as the back of her *really* loosened bikini bottoms gently slip down to expose more of her buttcrack...
  195. 195.
    >Your full mast begs to hotdog itself between those buns.
  196. 196.
    >The very presence of this erotic display in front of you has you shuddering almost audibly.
  197. 197.
    >Your shuddering is almost strong enough to shake the cart and get her attention at this point.
  198. 198.
    >Cup Cake couldn't hang on to her bikini to save her life, and she doesn't even know it.
  199. 199.
    >Distracting yourself with a little bit of sweet fingertip icing only served to get you feeling even more aroused by Cup Cake’s unintentionally, unknowingly lewd display of her smooth bare back and top of her buttcrack…
  200. 200.
    >Fully aware that you’re not supposed to be seeing any of this show you’re seeing, your breathing is getting incredibly shaky with lust.
  201. 201.
    >The pair of increasingly tight swimming trunks you have on isn’t designed at all to hide erections…
  202. 202.
    >Just as Cup Cake’s decreasingly modest bikini isn’t designed to fit over all those soft curves and assets for so long…
  203. 203.
    >Look down at yourself to find the sturdiest obvious tent you’ve ever pitched proudly defining the front of your swimming trunks.
  204. 204.
    >There’d be no way to hide this thing should you leave the cart and escape into the parking lot.
  205. 205.
    >Your swimming trunks aren’t even designed to fully disguise your manmeat while it isn’t erect, let alone hold this thing down when it’s *this insistent* on *standing all the way up~*
  206. 206.
    >You’re not decent to go out in public because of this, trapped inside this cramped little cart with Cup Cake.
  207. 207.
    >Indecent yourself solely due her lovely indecency.
  208. 208.
    >The way her huge soft unbound breasts sway back and forth must be putting a crease in the front of her apron from her cleavage just underneath by now.
  209. 209.
    >…At least after the back tie of her apron begins to loosen itself after that swaying of those said huge soft breasts becomes too much to withstand…
  210. 210.
    >Every time the woman slightly turns, you can see the delicious swaying goodness of her supple grabbable sideboob.
  211. 211.
    >Barely trying to hold on to the thin flimsy loosened cup of her untied bikini top on each side~
  212. 212.
    >The fate of Cup Cake completely losing her bikini top has already been sealed.
  213. 213.
    >At least as long as she’s not aware of what’s happening to her.
  214. 214.
    >But there’s no way she’s not aware by now, except she clearly seems to not notice it despite how un-ignorable this has become.
  215. 215.
    >There’s nothing else you can redirect your mind to; everything is becoming about how Cup Cake is losing her bikini~
  216. 216.
    >She is losing her bikini top first, as the back has already fallen completely loose and untied…
  217. 217.
    >There’s no way to keep the apron from tugging the loose front of Cup Cake's malfunctioning bikini out of place now…
  218. 218.
    >You can hear her voice become a little more breathy as she continues to talk to various customers.
  219. 219.
    >But you struggle to make out what she’s saying.
  220. 220.
    >Having to count the new payments three extra times to make sure everything is egg if at it’s supposed to be.
  221. 221.
    >”We’re gettin’ lots of funnel cake orders huh, hon?” Cup Cake shifts back and forth.
  222. 222.
    >The sudden movements making her massive unbound breasts sway cause the out-of-place front of her bikini top to get wonderfully swallowed up into the depths of her soft cleavage underneath the apron, and any evidence of the fabric of her failing bikini top is hidden from view outside the thin strap around the back of her neck…
  223. 223.
    >The garment has completely surrendered to the large soft womanly assets it could not begin to handle…
  224. 224.
    >There’s no way the bikini top is covering her nipples anymore at the point, which only makes the slight peeks at Cup Cake’s enticing sideboob affect you even more.
  225. 225.
    >And the slightly more stubborn holdout of Cup Cake’s bikini bottoms is losing badly against the soft curves and assets it wasn’t designed to keep covering.
  226. 226.
    >You tremble violently watching the back of Cup Cake’s loosening failing bikini bottoms slip further down and expose her sexy buttcrack~
  227. 227.
    >Cup Cake continues to serve her customers, no one having any idea what’s happening to her failing bikini…
  228. 228.
    >Nobody but you.
  229. 229.
    >She’s such a sweet nice lady, and she’s having all of this happening to her before your gaze…
  230. 230.
    >Your horny side teams up with your concerned side with an excuse to reach out and put your hands on Cup Cake’s slowly revealed bottom.
  231. 231.
    >Your voice is a quivering mess of bumbling.
  232. 232.
    “H-hey… you got…” You start but can’t finish, needing to finish in another way instead.
  233. 233.
    >Cup Cake doesn’t seem to hear you anyway.
  234. 234.
    >She continues to stir into a bowl, moving her body back and forth and making her big soft tits and ass shake accordingly…
  235. 235.
    >Cup Cake’s soft round ass cheeks wobble deliciously to force the rim of that loose failing back of her bikini bottoms to slip further down than ever before and expose so much more of Cup Cake’s increasingly bare booty cheeks directly to you~
  236. 236.
    >It’s like a curtain slipping down that arousing buttcrack and huge soft pair of cheeks forming it, unveiling it in an unwittingly sexual presentation of a woman’s juicy, bare voluptuous booty to a lone male audience of one inside the cramped cart with her watching it jiggle to every time she moves around enough~
  237. 237.
    >She can’t hear the little whimper you let out in response and that’s probably for the better.
  238. 238.
    >A line of customers is out front, but none of them can see what’s happening beyond the front counter where Cup Cake is taking their orders and preparing their sweets for them.
  239. 239.
    >Your erect cock tenting your swimming trunks twitches greedily in response to the sight of Cup Cake’s jiggling, slowly unveiled bare booty beckoning you…
  240. 240.
    >Your shaking hands can’t decide whether they want to stay away as far as possible out of fear of what the consequences might be, or to obey the pressing desire to…
  241. 241.
    >The urge, the compulsion to…
  242. 242.
    >You’ll just… help pull those bikini bottoms back up is all…
  243. 243.
    >Your lips quiver with want as you reach and try to grab the ever loosening side straps of those falling bikini bottoms.
  244. 244.
    >They’re scrunching down since the bottom bridge must be tightly pinched between the inside of Cup Cake’s soft upper thighs…
  245. 245.
    >Your thoughts are too scrambled with lust to figure out how to fix the knots of string on either side.
  246. 246.
    >Your libido is screaming at you to just give in already.
  247. 247.
    >Cup Cake doesn’t know how badly you messed up the side strings of her failing, falling bikini bottoms just now while attempting to keep the garment at least somewhat in place…
  248. 248.
    >The backs of your fingers meeting the soft smooth flesh of the voluptuous beauty that is Cup Cake proves too much for your self control to withstand.
  249. 249.
    >You couldn’t tie a knot to save your life in the face of this kind of “accidental” contact…
  250. 250.
    >Cup Cake’s naked booty jiggles before you as she steps around.
  251. 251.
    >You had foolishly set up camp too close between the hills, so to speak.
  252. 252.
    >She didn’t feel your hands fail in keeping those side knots from coming all the way undone, but she had to feel the jolting tip of your erection accidentally brush along her soft wobbling cheeks~
  253. 253.
    >Your primal inner caveman has already started to spiral out of control as this happens; your heart is racing in your throat…
  254. 254.
    >Why are your hands grabbing the sides of those soft round cheeks and wide breedable hips?
  255. 255.
    >Why won’t you admit that you already know full well what the answer to that fucking question is?
  256. 256.
    >You’re doing the best you can, but your trembling hands just can’t get the side ties of these bikini bottoms back together again…
  257. 257.
    >The limp back of the fabric garment carelessly keeps falling back down, whether sliding down or flipping down, always to again and again expose Cup Cake’s full naked booty to you~
  258. 258.
    >The sight of which erases your ability to speak.
  259. 259.
    >All you know is that beautiful pair of round soft cheeks the back of those fallen bikini bottoms can’t stay over~
  260. 260.
    >Your full mast cock demandingly begs to pierce through your swimming trunks as your hands really just give up on trying to cover that round pair of soft naked jiggling cheeks back into decency.
  261. 261.
    >You’ve got this woman’s back inside of here, but now you want to… GET INTO her back~
  262. 262.
    >Items on the shelf behind you clatter as you back into the edge of the cramped space you’ve been given.
  263. 263.
    >Forced to just stand here wordless as a voluptuous woman’s bare back and curvy hips and wobbling naked ass call out to you through soft graceful motions.
  264. 264.
    >Feeling like you’re about to strip out of your swimming trunks through the sheer force of your violent erection alone…
  265. 265.
    >Cup Cake doesn’t realize she has completely lost her bikini…
  266. 266.
    >Her nudity welcomes you as the undone bikini bottoms plop to the floor.
  267. 267.
    >You know her bikini top is finding its way down between her big soft breasts inside the front of the apron.
  268. 268.
    >Because the strap tied at the back of her neck comes undone now... it just never ends.
  269. 269.
    >You shiver in lustful confusion as the final vestiges of Cup Cake's bikini are finally lost.
  270. 270.
    >Half of you expected that bikini top to fall limp to the floor right on top of those bikini bottoms, and that other half of you felt a tingle rise up your spine the second you saw it happen.
  271. 271.
    >Both of those halves of you are wondering why she didn't react to feeling your hands making direct contact with her of skin before.
  272. 272.
    >Each of them a broken column that cannot hold the weight of your restraint up any longer; your self-control crumbles at the beautiful sight laid before you.
  273. 273.
    >Cup Cake's cheerful voice greets customers at the front, but the back strap of her apron is undone at the back with possibly your help this time, and your eyes gaze upon the silky expanse of her perfect skin and soft flesh all the way up and down.
  274. 274.
    >She says something to you, but you're at a loss for both words and properly functioning speech interpretation.
  275. 275.
    >Da only ting goin trough yo mind is dis naked woman.
  276. 276.
    >Every time there's enough motion, she jiggles for you and it's driving you crazy.
  277. 277.
    >Every little step she takes, you're watching her.
  278. 278.
    >Eyes are hopelessly glued to those glutes more than a hot bench.
  279. 279.
    >There's a dangerous bravery brewing in your heart that gets you to step forth.
  280. 280.
    >Your stiff erection charging forth like a halberdier.
  281. 281.
    >The way Cup Cake slightly leans forward and wiggles that naked caboose to you almost feels on purpose.
  282. 282.
    >Your natural horny ambition overrides the voice in your conscious that's telling you to stop immediately.
  283. 283.
    >It's like there's some sort of placeholder in your mind telling you "we'll deal with how she reacts later, feeling that skin against your gripping fingertips is more important right now".
  284. 284.
    >Your thought process speeds up but gets clumsier and less... civilized.
  285. 285.
    >But an excuse can't fit its way into your head with all of these lewd thoughts taking up all the space.
  286. 286.
    >And you consider nothing else when your hands land onto those big soft round cheeks palm-flat with little hesitation between impact and gripping hold...
  287. 287.
    >She... doesn't react?
  288. 288.
    >How in the world are you supposed to stop, then?
  289. 289.
    >How are you going to cry for help with your arousal is binding your lips closed outside of your tongue licking them in thirsty anticipation of kneading this woman's buns?
  290. 290.
    >You are a slave to your own urges spiraling out of control.
  291. 291.
    >It's out of your hands, and cupped in your hands is this woman's cake.
  292. 292.
     
  293. 293.
    ---part that wasn't in the thread yet---
  294. 294.
     
  295. 295.
    >The part of you trying to push yourself away only presses your horny grip further into the soft round mounds of smooth wobbling booty…
  296. 296.
    >Your fingers naturally give those huge soft naked cheeks an unmistakeable squeeze…
  297. 297.
    >There *should* be a reaction coming from Cup Cake’s voice at this point in response to her big soft naked ass getting boldly groped.
  298. 298.
    >But she does nothing about this.
  299. 299.
    >Cup Cake did nothing about slowly but completely losing her bikini and now she does nothing about your hands intimately inspecting the softness of her caboose.
  300. 300.
    >Your heart pounds in your chest at rapid speeds while Cup Cake takes more orders and prepares their sweet desserts.
  301. 301.
    >You have her back, her bare naked back, ready to pull your swimming trunks down and see how far this can go before this exposed curvy woman reacts.
  302. 302.
    >Because she only seems to lean forward and instinctually push her nude behind out at you while talking to a customer complimenting one of her signature funnel cakes… you accept her unknowing invitation…
  303. 303.
    >Accept that unwitting invitation with your grabbing fingers prodding deeper into Cup Cake’s big supple mounds of her thick round bottom, enjoying this heavenly asset of hers to play with.
  304. 304.
    >Your breathing is deep and heavy, but none of the customers Cup Cake is talking to seem to hear or see you.
  305. 305.
    >Your shaking hands took forever to let go of those big wobbling asscheeks just so you can appreciate their sheer volume and natural softness as they are in complete openness.
  306. 306.
    >The force with which your cock is pleadingly trying to pierce through the front of your swimming trunks is increasing every moment.
  307. 307.
    >You just gotta set that thing free at least, let it stick out and jut forward naturally.
  308. 308.
    >The way your own cock flings out of the waistband of your swimming trunks startles you; you weren’t expecting to have already been pulling them down…
  309. 309.
    >Your hands took the liberty of undressing your lower half for you without waiting for the command.
  310. 310.
    >Your instincts have already taken over completely.
  311. 311.
    >The hesitation in your decision to start stroking your shaft only comes from you taking in the moment or something.
  312. 312.
    >Naked Apron Cup Cake stands before you, still slightly pushing back her nude bottom towards you while keeping her (technically) clothed side facing those customers she’s talking to.
  313. 313.
    >There was no way you were going to resist stroking your solid length to a curvy woman’s round bare buttcheeks just begging to get grabbed again.
  314. 314.
    >One hand stroking yourself and the other once again mauling that supple flesh with gripping fingers is the most heavenly self gratification you’ve ever experienced.
  315. 315.
    >You’re just going to keep going until Cup Cake notices.
  316. 316.
    >Running your slightly shivering hands up and down those curves, or at least doing so with your free hand until your hips move on their own volition and make your tip prod into one of those soft round globes.
  317. 317.
    >Cup Cake absolutely must have noticed that.
  318. 318.
    >Right?
  319. 319.
    >At least, her hips responded to yours by pushing her nude plump rear back onto your advances.
  320. 320.
    >”The real secret behind these funnel cakes is the icing.” Cup Cake says to the customer in a voice that’s desperate not to be shaky. “I have my own secret recipe!”
  321. 321.
    >Her huge soft mounds of booty give way to your hard length prodding it’s even more this time.
  322. 322.
    >The direct intimate contact made this inescapable.
  323. 323.
    >You couldn’t pull yourself away if you wanted to, not even if she wanted you to at this point.
  324. 324.
    >But she doesn’t protest or even seem to notice.
  325. 325.
    >At least, her front side doesn’t notice, while her rear welcomes your erect cock with a motion of her hips to help align you with the gap between her soft round cheeks and smooth upper thighs.
  326. 326.
    >Cup Cake only continues to casually talk to one of the customers while this all happens to her.
  327. 327.
    >The customer doesn’t know what’s going on either, you’re completely on your own here.
  328. 328.
    >Breathing heavily, you reach around and grab Cup Cake’s soft tummy under her apron to gain further leverage.
  329. 329.
    >Your shaft missed the friction you’ve given it, but luckily, the soft barriers of Cup Cake’s thigh gap and buttcheeks start to surround your cock’s head that gently buries itself between everything.
  330. 330.
    >Cup Cake’s tummy can be felt breathing faster against your hands holding that soft flesh while your manmeat gradually ventures deeper and deeper into her flesh.
  331. 331.
    >She has to talk as though she can’t feel your hands creeping their way up to the undersides of her huge breasts underneath the front of the apron.
  332. 332.
    >Maybe she can’t feel them or notice them for some reason.
  333. 333.
    >But her nipples harden in response to your fingers finding them in the middle of your hands groping those huge titties for dear life.
  334. 334.
    >As you mind loses its last remnants of rational thought, your hips begin to rock back and forth as your member finds itself increasingly gripped by the shaft by Cup Cake…
  335. 335.
    >”Yeah, everything’s fine…” Cup Cake sighs in response to the customer while your humping intensifies to her body’s delight.
  336. 336.
    >Surely somebody has to hear the soft sound of skin slapping against skin by now, right?
  337. 337.
    >None of the customers seem to indicate this, and you make Cup Cake's cheeks jiggle with every slap of your waist onto her naked rear that was so kindly presented to you.
  338. 338.
    >Your grunting makes very little attempt to stay quiet as the sensation around your shaft grows and grows to the point of you not even caring how loud you're being.
  339. 339.
    >Now you're starting to want to be as loud as you can be out of sheer excitement from the tingling heat overtaking your solid shaft.
  340. 340.
    >The front of your pelvic area is greeted with the soft mounds of Cup Cake's nude bottom mashing into you again and again and again every time you thrust your hips forward to keep that grip around your shaft moving up and down that length.
  341. 341.
    >They wobble every time your cock is mostly in the open before your next plap upon Cup Cake presses your body onto those asscheeks and mushes them up against your pelvis and makes your cock disappear into the flesh in the process...
  342. 342.
    >You watch this repeat itself every cycle of your hips thrusting until you throw your head back with a throaty moan that *had* to be heard by at least someone.
  343. 343.
    >But looking out of the cart's window, Cup Cake continues to casually talk to the customers ordering more desserts from her while you mercilessly plow her from behind without anyone outside of the cart even having heard your moan, apparently.
  344. 344.
    >This only emboldens you to redouble your ramming upon Cup Cake's rear and cause those cheeks to wobble more alluringly every time before mashing back up against you in the most delicious way.
  345. 345.
    >She probably doesn't know why she has to hold back moans while she's talking, but you can hear it in her voice that she's trying to maintain some composure as you continue to rail her from behind.
  346. 346.
    >Talk about skipping the foreplay...
  347. 347.
    >Cup Cake's big soft breasts sway back and forth inside the front of that apron that doesn't even remotely try to cover her backside at all, keeping her flesh and assets wide open for you to continue you loving pounding of her rear while the plapping noises fill the tiny cart of dessert food.
  348. 348.
    >It's likely people outside can see how much the cart is rocking back and forth as you continue your loving treatment of Cup Cake's body.
  349. 349.
    >There's a few little dips in Cup Cake's voice as she continues to speak to her customers as softly as she can.
  350. 350.
    >The dips in her voice match your pelvis's slaps against her big soft booty with only a barely noticeable delay, but you continue to make them happen more frequently anyway.
  351. 351.
    >All of her curvy body's softness jiggles in tune with your animalistic humping, unable to keep from reacting to your motions upon her and only encourages you to go further.
  352. 352.
    >And further.
  353. 353.
    >Cup Cake casually takes another order from the front where her apron is barely covering her sideboob now, even closer to showing her nipples to her customers than her bikini ever would have been under normal conditions.
  354. 354.
    >Her huge tits threaten to slip out entirely from all of the swinging back and forth you're making them do, with no bikini top to cover her nipples...
  355. 355.
    >It's like you're forcing Cup Cake's nudity to spread around to her front where her still oblivious customers can see, and Cup Cake herself is nowhere near aware enough to worry about it.
  356. 356.
    >Her tone is caked in evidence of "getting plowed from behind", and your cock is twitching with evidence of "just a few thrusts away from losing control and ejaculating".
  357. 357.
    >You didn't see that as a warning, you see it as motivation to double down and plap Cup Cake harder and faster.
  358. 358.
    >Really make those soft round cheeks slap back onto you with lewd jiggles up against you while her legs instinctively spread a little to give herself more leverage and sturdiness.
  359. 359.
    >That warning was accurate, and you're pleased to learn this as your muscles lock up and you begin your irreversible descent into deviant climax inside the tiny dessert cart you were supposed to be working inside of.
  360. 360.
    >Moans of lust are swallowed by Cup Cake's throat before she continues speaking, getting tongue twisted with a few words mixed up as you begin jetting gushes of hot cum into her.
  361. 361.
    >Even if she doesn't feel your cock jerking around, her body itself certainly can.
  362. 362.
    >The customers take note of the rising tone in her voice followed by a sharp gasp that escapes her.
  363. 363.
    >But they don't really register what it might mean, more distracted by the delectable taste of the funnel cakes she just made them.
  364. 364.
    >They don't think about what that sound could have been, when they hear you fall backwards and land onto the cart floor.
  365. 365.
    >They don't know enough to wonder if Cup Cake realized she was naked in an apron as soon as they walked away after thanking her for the delicious funnel cakes they paid for.
  366. 366.
    >All they know is that Cup Cake is running a great small business and whoever's helping her with this is a lucky young man to be part of it.

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