Christmas Erotica
"Cake Mix," a sex story by Kay Jaybee
Dinner's Ready by Lorenzo Sperlonga available at ObsessionArt.comIt was the abrupt scrape of metal on metal that alerted his attention to the oncoming storm. It was an abrasive jarring sound that hit Andy’s ears like nails on a blackboard, but made his crotch twitch in anticipation- he knew what could happen when she got angry.
“I suppose you think it’s funny!” Mel dragged her blunt icing knife over the draining board in a fit of frustration, before clattering it into the nearest sink, and picking up the reel of garland she used to wrap around the finished Christmas cakes.
“For fuck’s sake Andy! How could you have been so stupid! This is our reputation you’re dicing with here. What will they think when we fail to deliver in time for Christmas?” She strode across the kitchen and wrenched the jug of milk her partner was holding from his fingers, crashing it down onto the stainless steel table.
“For the last time Mel, it was a mistake. I misheard them. And anyway, if we can pull this off, then it’ll be good for us. Our reputation will be even better than it is now, and we might even make a profit for once.”
Andy could virtually see the steam shooting from her ears as she growled in exasperation, toying the ribbon between her hands, “But 150 cakes by this Friday. It was supposed to be 50!”
“We can do it! I’ll bake, you ice. We’ll manage.”
“Oh stop being so damn reasonable. No to mention disillusioned! You’ll never get them all cooked in time, let alone be able to produce enough mixture. We’ll have to go to the wholesalers, we’ll need...” Not bothering to finish her sentence, Mel exhaled in a mad rush of air, threw up her hands in exasperation, and pushed Andy backward with a force that her slim physique belied. Grabbing both his arms, and with a skill honed by a career decorating cakes, she wrapped some of the ribbon around his wrists.
“Come off it Mel, we certainly don’t have time for this!”
Without responding, she sliced the ribbon from the roll, picked up her spatula, and waved it menacingly at his face. Mel’s midnight blue eyes shone with dangerous intent, and Andy’s dick swayed beneath his trousers as he understood her intention.
“Turn over!” Her voice was brittle, but the evidence of her nipples poking against her chef’s apron told its own story.
“Mel! I’ve got all that mixture waiting to go into tins.”
She didn’t reply, but the set of her jaw spoke volumes as Mel yanked Andy around at the waist, dragging his chequered trousers and boxers to his ankles, and forced him across the seat of the stool.
The spatula landed on his naked flesh before his stomach had even hit the seat. The fierceness of the strike made him bellow with pain laced with anger and desire. For once he resented his submissive role. A role he was usually more than happy to adopt- but not today. Not this time.
Just as the second strike of the spatula was about to hit his red blotched backside. Andy twisted round, kicked his trousers from his feet, and raising his tethered hands, he shoved Mel away. Acting quickly, he awkwardly scooped a large fistful of sticky fruit filled brandy soaked Christmas cake mix, and launched it at her.
As the stodgy brown mixture stuck to, and then slunk off, her chest, Mel stood frozen, her mouth open in shock at his unheard of retaliation. Then, with a determined look etched upon her face, she dipped her own hand into the giant ceramic bowl, and hurled a ball of cake mix at her partner’s groin.
Andy, his cock sticking out between globules of clinging brown sugar and raisins, picked up the pint jug of milk.
Reading his intentions, Mel stepped back, “No way Andy, I...”
The liquid hit her full in the chest, going right through her top, spattering the floor, work surfaces and leaving droplets of white across Mel’s face and hair, making her gasp with surprise.
“I think you’d better take that apron off.” Andy’s tone was abrupt as he rubbed his wrists together, hooking his thumbs between the ribbon; forcing it loose and wriggling free, “Right young lady!” He ripped the whites from her body, and inhaled a small pale breast between his teeth, murmuring “Ummm, I love milk,” as he lapped at her sticky flesh, “but it lacks that distinctive Christmas flavor.”
Gathering up another handful of cake mix, he began to smear it against her chest. Mel groaned as he worked, dropping to her knees to suck off the ingredients that clung to his dick. His whole body stiffened with pleasure as he bent to her chest, nibbling at the mixture that hung there for a few delicious moments, before saying thoughtfully, “Not enough spice.”
Reaching out to the clutter of ingredients on his work table, Andy picked up a pot of cinnamon, flicked off the plastic lid, and showered her with it. The dusting of spice floated down, highlighting Mel’s deep chestnut hair.
With eyes blazing revenge, Mel, pulled away from him, picked up a sachet of ginger, and tossed the contents at Andy. The billows of spice rose and fell in the air, filling the kitchen with an overly intoxicating Christmas scent.
The chef lunged at her, knocking over the stool as he moved. Mel was quicker though, and dived for the full icing bag that she’d been about to garnish the next cake with, aiming it at him menacingly, “What’s a cake without icing?”
“Mel, now come on, we need that!” Andy was laughing despite himself now, as his spice dusted, sticky, tempestuous girlfriend advanced on him with her culinary weapon held aloft.
“You started it!” She was smiling too, but panting hard, treading carefully so she didn’t slip on the milky slick across the floor.
“Me! You’re the one that tied me up.”
“Only ‘cause you’re so damn infuriating.” She squeezed the icing bag with one sharp blast of pressure, a long string of white frosting arched through the air, landing on his thighs, “Pretty!”
Andy shot forward, his thick arms grappled Mel around the waist, and he rugby tackled her to the floor.
Squealing with a combination of protest and passion as his heavy weight squashed on top of her, Mel squirmed under him, shifting so much that the icing bag exploded between them with a stifled bang. A thick coating of the sugary substance oozed out, sandwiching them together.
Swiftly rolling over, they began to feast. Their mouths and tongues dancing across each others food covered bodies. Fingers raked through icing covered chests, lips met spice, and torsos squelched against the Christmas concoction.
Andy scraped up a blob of icing, and plastered it over Mel’s snatch, the peculiar sensation caused her to become still. He edged down her quieted frame, enjoying the look of confused lust on her face as he worked the frosting between her labia, taking care to make sure a tiny white pyramid remained stuck to the top of her clit.
Mel couldn’t help but moan. The icing felt heavy against her nub, and she couldn’t wait for what must surely happen next.
Instead of lapping at her pussy however, Andy turned so he was on all fours directly above Mel, his penis hovering tantalizingly over her lips, his mouth ready to swoop upon her cunt, his legs trapping her arms, his wrists resting on her legs.
He didn’t move. Mel whimpered as he waited. Her body ached to be fucked, but she’d be damned if she was going to beg.
Andy spoke matter of factly, as if he was simply observing the state of the weather, “Perhaps we should have some carols playing in the background or something? It is Christmas after all.”
“What?” Mel tried to escape his grip and lunge for his cock, but he’d been ready for her, and she remained pinioned to the dirty floor. “Andy, for fuck’s sake. I need...”
“What honey? What do you need? A bath?”
He grinned at Mel, swallowing back his own desperation to taste her. In the five years they’d been together, he’d lost count of the number of times she’d kept him waiting and made him beg. Now it was his turn. The power surging through him felt like the best Christmas present he’d ever had.
“Andy!” She was screaming at him now.
“Yes Melanie?”
“I...oh come on!”
“You’re going to have to ask me nicely. You’re going to have to say how sorry you are for having a go at me—again—for misunderstanding the cake order.”
Mel’s eyes blazed fire, but her breasts were unbelievably tight, and the juices from her pussy were running so fast that they had begun to mix with the wasted ingredients on the floor. Every instinct in her wanted to scream out for him to fuck her, but one nagging reservation held her back, this wasn’t how she normally behaved. He begged, and she ordered, and that’s how it was.
Revelling in his moment of control, Andy carefully began to brush the fingertips of his left hand over her trapped arm, “You know it might feel good if you gave in just this once. Consider it a gift. It is Christmas after all!”
As the fingers of Andy’s right hand copied those of his left, Mel closed her eyes. She frantically tried to gather her thoughts. She wanted him to lick the icing from her clit so badly. Even more than this, she wanted to engulf the dick that hovered tantalizingly close, yet just out of her reach.
It was no good. She had to have him. She had to have him now. Without opening her eyes she said, “I’m only doing this because it’s Christmas.”
“Doing what because it’s Christmas?” Andy asked with mock innocence.
Opening her eyes, she glared at him, “I’m only bloody begging because it’s Christmas.”
“I haven’t heard any begging.” He sped up the teasing of his fingers against her sensitive flesh.
“Oh for fuck’s sake lick me! Let me suck your cock!”
He collapsed against her immediately, her appreciative relief palpable as Andy gobbled at the icing on her nub thoroughly. Her moans were muffled by the thick shaft that she was freeing of every drop of cake mixture.
As soon as the spilled ingredients were gone, Andy shifted his weight to his left arm, bringing his right hand to her cunt while he tongued her clit. Inserting two fingers, he felt a thrill of satisfaction as Mel whined in ecstasy, while he pumped at her in time to the rhythm of his tongue.
Her back arched, letting out a squelch at the release of suction as her damp skin escaped the clutch of the milky floor. With body jarring speed, Mel’s climax overtook her, and she spasmed hard onto Andy’s hand.
As soon as she was done, Andy began to thrust his crotch faster in and out of her throat. Mel’s hands trailed over and around his balls, concentrating hard as she felt him quiver.
“Time for pudding!” Andy yelled as the salty spunk shot down her airway. She gulped and swallowed, excess liquid running over her cheeks and chin as he came harder than she’d ever seen before.
Dropping beside her onto the sticky floor, he said, “Merry Christmas Babe.”
“Same to you,” Mel regarded him carefully, “I think being more dominant suits you.”
“Me too,” Andy ran a finger over her forehead, freeing a stray currant from her bangs.
“Just don’t do it too often!”
Laughing, the chef pulled Mel to her feet,”‘Better get cleared up I suppose.”
As they adjusted their clothes and started to tidy up, Mel sighed. “We still can’t make 150 cakes in the time we have.”
Andy grinned, “I know. Good job I phoned them earlier, explained my mistake and told them we could only do 50 then isn’t it.”
“You what?!” Mel’s mouth dropped open for the second time that day, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Andy’s eyes twinkled, “I knew you’d overreact and get all kinky on me. You always do when you’re cross! I fancied some fun on my terms for a change.”
“You git!” Mel turned back to the depleted cake mix, scooped up a new handful, and lobbed it in her lover’s direction.
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Copyright December 2010, Kay Jaybee
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