I would have never guessed that I’d engage in someone else’s cake-sitting fetish and get off on it!
I understood the appeal of cake sitting—who doesn’t find it fun to watch a hot babe like Lindsay Dye sink her gorgeous ass and pussy into icing? I wasn’t so sure that there was anything in it for the cake sitter herself, but boy was I wrong!
A Kink for Cake Sitting
I hooked up last week with Kevin, understanding in advance that he had very specific fetishes. He told me that he wasn’t really into vanilla… unless it was vanilla cupcakes, that is! Bondage, I can handle—I’ve got a whole trunk of rubber and leather gear, ropes, and BDSM restraints—but this?
Kevin was so charming and sexy that I wanted a romp with him no matter what, so I just told him I wasn’t sure I could pull off my role without laughing. He put me at ease to say laughing was half the point.
This was for me the first time that foreplay included ordering just the right cake. Kevin wanted to know what color clothes and lingerie I would be wearing. I said I live in jeans and a t-shirt, love skin-tight leather, and have lots of thigh-high stockings. He said plain black everything, with fishnets. I said, that I can do.
He asked what kind of sweets I like. I’m a sucker for either chocolate anything or lemon bars. Thinking a big fluffy yellow cake would look great contrasted with my black bra and thong, he ordered a specialty cake from his usual baker. He told me it was a lemon-cream concoction with citrus sprinkles in the icing, while breathing heavily into the phone.
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From Cake Sitting to Face Sitting
The time came for me to sit on the cake, and then sit on his face. I straddled the lemon loaf, at first just brushing my lady parts against the top. I was icing myself up now for dessert, I told Kevin, whose cock was in his hand.
I have to admit, the cool frosting felt good against my labia. After gyrating like that a while, I sank right down into it, squishing the dough between my ass cheeks and pussy lips by grinding. I then took the show up a notch by laying back with my legs open with all that dessert spread on my bits and upper thighs. I began to scoop the cake with my fingers from my pussy into my mouth.
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Kevin was soon between my legs, lapping up his lemon tart with a furious tongue. When I couldn’t stand it any more, he pushed his dick through cake and icing into my hole and gave me the sweetest, most sugary fuck of my life. I had a strange and intense longing to lap up HIS icing when he was finished…
So, yeah, that was HOT.
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Cake Sitting Safety
Just a heads up, sugary desserts can invite horrible yeast infections into a lady’s garden, or even a guy’s, and both of your asses. It’s better to play with protective latex panties and do all the sploshing against your breasts, or spread the cake carefully on ass cheeks or outer labia or cock shaft while being super careful not to transfer the sugar to the body’s entry points. I avoided that fate by rinsing right away and super dosing on probiotics.
The experience was delicious!
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