Cakes. The word crosses your mind as you walk on past Sugarcube Corner, eyeing the selection on the window display before sliding your head back into place. Your stomach growls slightly, prompting you to pat it gently. It is perfectly understandable why you would be hungry.
It had been a long and tiring day at your workplace; made all the more boring by the marvellous weather outside and the fact it was a Saturday. Your lunch had also been cut short by some “emergency” that left you with a half-eaten sandwich which you weren’t planning on finishing after work.
You stop suddenly, your thoughts clearly just intensifying the growls being emitted from your stomach. A hand reaches into your pocket and rummages around for the money you know that is in there. Bringing the pieces out in your palm, you look over their entirety. Good for one cake to sate your appetite or a bus journey home – and it is about an hour’s walk back to your house otherwise. Surprisingly, there isn’t much of a contest and you opt for the former.
You push the door to the bakery open and a bell chimes above you. You chuckle at the predictable chime designed to alert the potential owners that someone had come in. Like they would need something like that; Sugarcube Corner was never dry of customers.
Save for today, you think as you search the deserted eatery. There was no-one around and the chairs had already been stacked up on top of the tables. It looks like it’s-
“HI!”
You jump back in shock as a pink blur comes out of nowhere, stretching its way across your eyesight. It relaxes into the shape of a pink head featuring a humongous smile and some friendly eyes staring at you. Taking another step back, you realise Pinkie Pie had just greeted you.
“Aww, why’d ya have to come so late? I was just about to close up!”
You check the clock at the corner of your eye to find that it is close to dinnertime – a thought which hadn’t crossed your mind before going in.
“But if you’re hungry, I can fetch you something quick!”
Your eyes drift back to Pinkie Pie who is now skipping joyfully towards the counter. You notice something different about her. Or perhaps it was something you never noticed before. Most often when you come in here, Pinkie is always doing her hardest to serve all the cake-hungry customers that you never do talk to her; let alone get a private room to yourselves. Either way, your eyes transfix on the mesmerising material covering both of the sweet baker’s legs in a layer of white, velvety goodness.
You’re aware that you’re staring at them, but you don’t want to stop. Your head starts to ache as your mind races with all sorts of exciting thoughts. You catch a whiff of Pinkie’s fragrance and it makes you think of her sweet legs all candy-wrapped up in the nylon fabric, taunting you with their desire for freedom. You tense up as you get hard down there just as they disappear out of view.
“So, what can I get you? Umm…anyone in there, silly?!”
You snap out of your trance long enough to realise that Pinkie Pie is all the way over at the counter and you’re still standing as you were. You blush and stammer incomprehensibly.
“Sorry uhm….eh…huh?”
Pinkie Pie giggles. “Heehee, you are silly goose! I asked you what you want.”
“Oh…uhm…”
You pause, wondering why you’re still talking to her from halfway across the room. Your throbbing cock reminds you of what happened. Blushing again, you walk up awkwardly towards the counter while trying to hide your excitement. You must have done a bad job as Pinkie Pie throws you a concerned look.
“Is everything okie-dokie?”
You want to tell her but common sense tells you otherwise. “I’m fine.”
Pinkie stares at you for a time before her face recedes back to her casual exaggerated grin.
“Okie-dokie-lokie! So, what can I get you?”
You start to say something but Pinkie Pie cuts you off before you can even utter a word.
“Hmm, actually that’s a pretty silly question. I think it’s rather obvious what you want, hehehe.”
You become confused at her meaning and the confident smile she is giving you. Pinkie giggles at you.
“You cutie! Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, silly! I saw you looking at them. Oooh!” She leans over the side of the counter and looks down towards your waist. “And by the looks of it, you want them a lot, hehehe!”
You stand there motionless, completely gobsmacked at Pinkie’s observation. You in turn look down fully expecting to see the gigantic bulge in the top of your pants. You start to feel embarrassed that you had let your fantasises out for Pinkie to see. It really turns you on and the bulge increases in size.
“Hehehe, don’t worry! You’ll be able to look at them as much as you want…after I close the store.”
Pinkie trails off and winks at you. She proceeds to walk out from behind the counter and, rather than her typical prance, she saunters calmly over to the door – her legs moving in complete syncopation of one another. You have a sneaky feeling that she is teasing you. You don’t care though; you want to be teased since you’re so dirty.
It isn’t long before those nylon-clad legs make the roundtrip and Pinkie is back in front of you. Pinkie Pie giggles again, a little slower this time.
“You’re so cute the way you keep looking at my legs! Or perhaps it’s my tights? Is that what makes your pants blow up?” She giggles more, fuelling your own pleasure.
“Uh-huh” is all you can manage, as you find yourself hypnotised by the fabric. Your need for it is so bad that you start to pant.
“Oh! Hehehe, we’d better do something about that!”
She begins to walk into the back of the shop and beckons you to follow her. You come to some stairs which speaks one word to you.
Bedroom.
“This is going to be so much fun! Good thing the Cakes are away this weekend!”
Pinkie gestures you to enter the bedroom as she rests by the ajar door. You oblige the giddy pink girl but can’t help your eyes slide down to look at her tights. You are eagerly anticipating their feel.
“I don’t think they’d appreciate what we’re going to do, heehee!”
She shuts the door behind her and walks on over to the bed. The room is rather quaint and modest for what you think would be Pinkie Pie’s bedroom. She notices your puzzlement.
“Oh hehehe, you didn’t think I lived here, did ya silly? They let me use this room…should I have need of it.” She giggles a little darkly. “Now, why don’t I get these puppies off?”
She eases herself onto the bed, her butt sliding nicely onto the duvet. She chuckles suddenly.
“Heehee, so you can get off?!”
She smiles at you with narrowed eyes as she begins to unstrap her Velcro-fastened heels. Hoisting them high in your direction, she slowly undoes the strap on the left shoe and then proceeds to creep it off of her concealed feet that you so wish to liberate even further.
You edge closer, anticipating the prize to come. The shoe comes off and she dangles it in front of your ogling eyes.
“You want a sniff, hehehe?”
You nod silently, quite oblivious to anything else than what Pinkie is exhibiting to you. You grab the offered shoe and breathe it in deeply. Your vision goes awry as the musky scent channels through your senses.
Ohhhhhhhh….Fuck yeah!
Your satisfaction is evident to Pinkie Pie. “Heehee, I knew you’d like it! But there’s more where that came from!”
She shuffles her right leg more and you assume what comes next. The sock would come off followed by the overwhelming stench of those nylon-encased feet underneath.
Drool…
You put the shoe aside in preparation. She leaves you hanging though as she takes her other shoe off instead, denying your throbbing cock the next stage of its pleasure. It becomes hard to keep in your eagerness.
The right shoe is offered to you like before. You make to snatch it but then relax your hand and grab it gently and hasten it up to your nose. The smell is even stronger this time, your thoughts getting lost in that powerful aroma of the pink girl’s sweaty shoe. You pant frantically; you could continue with just her shoes.
Pinkie Pie giggles again. “Well, I am right footed, silly! That was the better shoe wasn’t it, heehee?”
This time you don’t nod but instead take another extended breath in of the shoe, letting the musk seep through your nostrils and being to take control of your mind. You moan with pleasure.
“You’d best calm down a bit, hehehe – or you’ll miss the best part!”
And with that, she begins to peel her socks off bit by bit. Not one at a time; both right now in front of you. You drop the shoe and come down to your knees. The ratio of sock to tights becomes smaller and smaller until finally they come right off and onto your face. You get a small whiff of them before they bounce to the floor but what you hardly ready for what comes next.
“Here we go!”
Not a second after the socks came off were Pinkie’s nyloned feet smothering your face in their musk. Her sweet toes flex up and down the bridge of your nose as their aroma penetrate your nostrils. It sends you over the deep end – you could almost faint. You moan again but it struggles to come through the medium of Pinkie’s tights.
“Hehehe!”
You put your restless hands on Pinkie’s upper ankles and slide them up her lower leg against the rough surface of the nylon. It feels amazing. The feel of Pinkie’s skin attempting to break out of its prison through the numerous holes in the velvety smooth fabric; you can’t stop stroking your hands all over it. They feel so warm too; all the sweat that Pinkie must endure during all those busy days in the bakery accumulates in those tights. They ooze with dampness from the leaking sweat that you wish to relieve the baker of. Your mouth gapes open and muffled moans escape once again.
“Ooooh, I know!”
She lunges her right foot forward into you ajar mouth, almost making you gag. Your tongue waggles over her big toe and your moan becomes a very loud muffle. Her feet taste so good on your tongue; you can taste her sweat and toil from her daily work on those tantalizing tootsies. You begin to cover all of the foot in your saliva – never tiring of that tickling sensation you receive from the nylon scraping off your tongue.
Pinkie lets out a moan of her own. “Oooooooh, that’s so…gasp…”
The pressure gets too much and soon you feel the need to unfasten your belt. Pinkie notices your fully erect member.
“Wow! Gasp…this gets you harder than I thought, hehehe! You’d best…gasp…come up here with me before things get too much for you!”
She tugs her foot out of reach of your tongue. You didn’t really want to stop but Pinkie’s inviting eyes convince you otherwise. She pats the bed to indicate your next task. You oblige her but struggle to get up in a hurry with that stiff erection weighing you down.
You land on the bed with a thump and lie down. It’s quite a sizable bed for just a single but you suppose it would have to be – to be able to accommodate Pinkie and her giant appetite for sweets. It’s big enough to allow both of you to lie down without much difficulty. Perfect for whatever Pinkie has planned for you.
You wait. And wait.
And wait. Yet, Pinkie just stares down at your cock; so desperate for relief. You give her a questioning look. She just giggles like usual.
“Hehehe, we have to wait for it to go down a bit, silly.”
“OR you won’t to get to experience the best part…”
“B-best…part?”
Pinkie Pie scooches her seemingly bouncy posterior up the bed so that her legs can sprawl all over your body; her nyloned feet inches from your face. She beams at you expectantly.
“But I think you can handle a little more teasing, hehe! Think you can handle a little rubbing?”
She flexes her encased feet as much as the nylon lets her. You nod as if a little out of it, enthralled completely by Pinkie’s treasures. Both hands meet the tips of Pinkie’s toes on each foot; you flinch at their touch. Underneath the coarse alabaster tights, you feel her soft plushy pink skin just wanting to break out and smother you in their marshmallow-like surface. You seek this so much; it gets you chugging again. And you begin to rub all over Pinkie’s feet – getting the most out of every bump and crevice in the soft mushy feel.
Pinkie’s gasps become much more apparent to you through the layer of your own pleasure; filtering out most other sounds. “Ooooooooh, that’s good….keep…gasp….going….”
You take up a sitting position in order to maximise your rubbing of Pinkie’s soft, hardworking, nylon-trapped feet. It eases your progress across the ball and the harder, rougher feel of Pinkie’s heels. You like them so much, you begin to scratch on them – digging your nails into the fabric. You want them so much; it really drives you mad.
Pinkie likes it too. Another few excited moans of pleasure from the baker prompts you to look up at her breathless face. She is enjoying this a lot and she doesn’t even register that you’re looking at her. Her focus is being directed at the bulge at the top of her tights rising up and down. You don’t even have to guess what she’s doing; you can smell her sex from here.
There’s a sweet aroma to it – it is Pinkie Pie after all. You begin to take it in; it feels you to the brim with ecstasy. The dual attack of Pinkie’s musk from her sweaty trapped feet and the aroma of her wet pussy makes you drool and savour this moment. It’s so good; you don’t want it to stop. Its power overwhelms your senses that you start to overwork the rubbing of Pinkie’s laboured feet – their musk penetrating deep into your hands.
“Ahh…aaahh…heehee…oooooh….”
Pinkie’s legs become tense and more pointed, forcing her petite pink feet right on to your face. With them so close, you can’t help but smell their powerful smell once more and revel in the warm wetness coming through the nylon. Your tongue can’t help itself and again starts licking up and down the succulent soles of Pinkie’s feet; taking with you the grittiness of the nylon barrier.
Pinkie’s moans begin to increase and her legs begin to grind up and down your crotch. They tighten around your area and you squeal in arousement but also in pain as it squeezes the very life out of your cock.
“S-s-sorry! Let…let me make it up to you…”
You don’t even register what she means but only gasp and shudder; sending your head back down to the pillow and ceasing your massaging of Pinkie’s feet. Your cock feels tinglier than ever – you can feel it being rubbed by something. Not a hand; it was too rough. You can’t tilt your head up to look; you’re enjoying this too much but you can feel the baker girl’s heels move across your chest. They are retreating towards…
“GASP! Haaaaaaaa……”
You lift your head now without thinking twice. The sight of Pinkie’s nyloned feet stroking up and down your sore and throbbing member is mesmerising. It sets you so off; you can barely keep your eyes open. Just the image of your penis locked between Pinkie’s preying feet as they work to get you pumping hard.
Droplets of precum now start to leak out of your agonisingly painful cock. And the musk! The musk of Pinkie’s laboured feet mixing with the sweaty dampness of her nylon tights and blending themselves with the smell of the baker’s sex and your pent up juices gives you such a rush. It’s all you can smell now; nothing else makes it through your nostrils. You’re stuck there; and you love it so much.
Pinkie’s feet just look so hot in those tights. You really want to cum all over them right now. They’re just teasing you back and forth; continually tugging and pulling at the sensitive skin around your excited cock. You take a quick look at Pinkie’s face. She is smiling but so bathed in her own pleasure. Her thrusting actions in the bulge of her pants are becoming more forceful by the second.
You’re so close now. You want those feet. Those soft, smelly, sweaty feet wrapped in that soggy white nylon. They turn you on so much. All you can think about is her feet. You want them, you need them, you-
“AHH!”
You cry out as the first spurt lunges out and clings to Pinkie’s feet. The smell begins to fill the air and a similar response comes out of the masturbating baker.
“OOOOOOOOOH!”
Pinkie’s juices come bursting out of her vagina; squirting out of the petit holes in the nylon and staining the bed sheets. She hums in pleasure. You feel the sticky substance drench the lower part of your jeans but are too caught up in the handling of your own hose. Your cock continues to deliver wave after wave of musky cum, coating Pinkie’s feet in yet another layer of creamy white. You pant as the relief of liberating your load takes over.
You collapse down onto the pillow as the last remnants of your sex trickle the edge of your shaft and smear Pinkie’s already cummed-up tights. You let out a heavy sigh. Pinkie chuckles between her pants.
“Hehe…(pant)…that was fun…”
“Yeah…” is your reply.
You sit back up and see Pinkie Pie do the same. She eyes her cum-soaked feet a while and giggles.
“Hehe! You silly silly! Look at the mess you made. You’ll clean it up, won’t you?” She beams at you. And then levitates her feet up slowly, not wanting to spill any of the meal. “Just save some for me, please!”
You nod as you move forward and lick your mess of cum off Pinkie’s tights. You take one foot and shove it into your mouth; the taste of your cum hitting your taste buds. It tastes so salty, as you’d expect. You start to suck down on her toes trying to get the rest which seeped into the nylon fabric. Satisfied with your job completed, you release her foot and watch as she finishes off the other.
“Hehe, oooh you taste good! Quite salty but I find that sweet, heehee!”
You’ve calmed down enough that you are able to laugh at Pinkie’s play on words. Pinkie rests her cleaned foot back down. Your cock still tingles greatly after being a fountain of cum. A faint rumble emanates from your stomach.
“Ooooh, looks like you could use a little snack after that! I could too now that I think about it. Come on downstairs and I’ll fetch us some grub, heehee!”
She slides off the bed and treks over to the door. You follow her and oblige her invitation of the door that she holds out for you. You are surprised when she slams it shut and leans closer to you.
“And then we can have some more fun!”
