Aaah, Nothing Like a Nice Cuppa Cake (2016 Mrs. Cake foot fetish)


                                            Aaah, Nothing Like a Nice Cuppa Cake


                                            >You are Anon, master baker.

                                            >You got a job at Sugarcube Corner in Ponyville because Pinkie Pie wanted to work with her new 'weirdo friend'.

                                            >Strangely enough, this Ponyville has no ponies.

                                            >Just brightly-colored humans.

                                            >After a month or so, you developed a tight-knit relationship with the Cake family.

                                            >Since you first saw Pound and Pumpkin, they've grown so big...

                                            >Today you are working alone with Mrs. Cup Cake, the swirl-haired wife of Carrot Cake.

                                            >Ponka had a friendship problem to go solve because of her vibrating ass tattoo, and Carrot had a few deliveries to make in Manehattan.

                                            >The kids were watched by Twilight Sparkle.

                                            >It's a hot day today, and there's a huge amount of customers looking for milkshakes.

                                            >You and Mrs. Cake rush around frantically, often bumping into each other.

                                            >More often than not, you feel her plump breasts push into you.

                                            >And her flats step on your shoes...

                                            >"Anon, Anon! We need a triple fudge milkshake, STAT!!"

                                            "On it!!"

                                            >While Mrs. Cake takes all the orders, you whip them up in record time.

                                            >Before you know it, it's night time.

                                            >All of the customers have left, and Mrs. Cake plops down in a booth, breathing heavily.

                                            >"Whew...it's been a tough day...I'm going upstairs to bed...'

                                            "Wait, Mrs. Cake. How about I whip us somehing up to eat? You must be starving."

                                            >"Oh, Anon, that'd be lovely..."

                                            >So you go back into the kitchen, and create for her a masterfully proportioned cupcake and a glass of strawberry milkshake.

                                            >You also create one of each for yourself.

                                            >You bring all of the delicious food back to the table your lovely boss is at.

                                            "Order up, boss."

                                            >She giggles.

                                            >"Anoooon, I told you not to call me boss! Just call me Mrs. Cake, or Cupcake."

                                            "Alright, Cupcake."

                                            >You lock the door and put the CLOSED sign out, so you two can have some peace and quiet.

                                            >After which, you begin talking for many hours, about news, life on Earth, and many other random subjects.

                                            >Your eyes slowly wander below the table as she happily chatters on about finally relaxing.

                                            >Her flats, adorned with her footprint from use, have fallen off her feet.

                                            >"-and then, I have to attend to Carrot and the kids, and-Anon?"

                                            "Huh? What?"

                                            >"What are you looking at?"

                                            "Oh, sorry, nothing..."

                                            >"Anonymous, you know I don't like it when you lie. What's bothering you?"

                                            "Umm...it...it's your feet..."

                                            >Mrs. Cake's face turns red.

                                            >"Oh, oh dear, do they smell? Have I been working too hard?"

                                            "No no no, they don't, it's just that...I was...just enjoying the sight of them...."

                                            >She looks confused, and then gets exactly what you mean.

                                            >"OH...I see...well...I guess you can touch them...after all, I could use a rub..."

                                            >You beckon her up to her bedroom, and she follows, leaving her footwear behind.

                                            >She hops up on the bed, and places her smooth, sexy feet in front of you.

                                            >All yours to touch, to rub...to kiss...

                                            >You grab one of her feet and begin to squeeze it lovingly.

                                            >It gives so easily to your fingers...

                                            >The coat of sweat on her feet makes it very easy for your hands to glide up and down the soft surface.

                                            >You begin to pull her sweating toes back, making sure to crack each joint.

                                            >She lays her head back and moans softly.

                                            >"I-I should give you a raise..."

                                            >You just smile and continue with your work, rubbing the balls of her feet between your index fingers and thumbs.

                                            >The bulge in your pants still has not been noticed by her, and it's aching for attention.

                                            >While she is distracted, you slowly grind your covered crotch on her left foot, hoping she won't notice.

                                            >Unfortunately, she jolts upwards, jerking her feet away from you.

                                            >"ANONYMOUS."

                                            >You immediately cease grinding on her foot.

                                            >She sits up angrily.

                                            >"You KNOW I'm married. And don't you have ANY sense to avoid doing that to your boss?!"

                                            "But Mrs. Cake..."

                                            >"No, Anon. I should fire you for this."

                                            "Oh, I wouldn't say that..."

                                            >You smile deviously and rub her shoulder sensually.

                                            >She blushes softly, still looking quite angry.

                                            "We're all alone for the next few days...surely, it can't hurt to tend to an ache on your baker...like I tended to your aching feet..."

                                            >"W-well...you did...stop them from hurting..."

                                            >You move your hand down to her plump breasts, fondling them dexterously.

                                            >Her breathing becomes both erratic and erotic.

                                            >"JUST this once, Anonymous...this stays between us...agreed?"

                                            "Absolutely."

                                            >"Allow me to go get something.."

                                            >Mrs. Cake leaves the room, while you quickly undress, throbbing hard and ready to go.

                                            >She returns, with a cake in her hand, and clothes completely removed.

                                            >You stare at her, wide-eyed, and grab one of her breasts again, as she climbs into bed with you.

                                            >"I brought you a little snack..."

                                            >She mashes the cake into her feet, scrunching her toes, making sure to get the baked delight in every crevice of her peds.

                                            >You can only watch as she licks her fingers clean of frosting.

                                            >"Well, Anon? Don't be shy..."

                                            >She shoves her right foot into your face, and you immediately respond, darting your tongue between her cake-covered toes, savoring every morsel you can get.

                                            >You can taste the sweat of her foot beneath the cake as you drag your tongue up and down her right sole.

                                            >The combination of the cake, her foot's actual taste, and the other foot being pressed against your cheek is intoxicating.

                                            >You hold her left ankle as tight as possible while you press your face into her soft, supple foot, licking between every wrinkle of her curled foot.

                                            >"Wow, dear, you weren't kidding...you DO enjoy them..."

                                            >She pushes the entire set of toes on her left foot against your forehead as you polish off all of the frosting on her heel and arch.

                                            >Her feet are gleaming in the light now, licked completely clean of confection.

                                            >Mrs. Cake's tone just got very sultry.

                                            >"Hmmm....maybe I'll do THIS for you as a bonus, dear..."

                                            >She tenderly presses the ball of her foot against your tip.

                                            >You begin leaking pre over her upper soles.

                                            >She giggles softly as she runs her big toe down your length, forcing you to grab the sheets and try not to blow it right there.

                                            >The soles of her ready-to-please feet, now dripping with saliva from their earlier tongue bath, sandwich your twitching member between them.

                                            >She makes sure to maintain eye contact with you as her slickened feet begin gliding up and down in a hypnotic, steady rhythm.

                                            >You can't take much more of your boss's incredibly sexy feet flexing around your cock.

                                            >You begin to groan as Mrs. Cake puts your dick between her first two toes on each foot, locking it in place, as her toes keep a good pressure on your manhood as they move up and down.

                                            >Just as you grunt and begin to unload, Mrs. Cake quickly cups her feet, catching each one of your slightly painful spurts.

                                            >Her right big toe rubs your tip until you completely finish shooting off.

                                            >You can barely speak.

                                            >"Anon, dear, did you enjoy your little bonus, hmm?"

                                            >You nod weakly, sweating heavily from your intense orgasm.

                                            >Because you two have two more days alone together, you decide to drift off in bed with her.

                                            >You spend the night dreaming about tinderboxes, cheese, mackerel, and how many times you plan to cum over your boss's feet in her sleep.


                                            -End