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