Aaah, Nothing Like a Nice Cuppa Cake
Something Sweet, Not Sour
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!!" she shouts. "On it!!" you shout back. 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,” you joke. She giggles. "Anoooon, I told you not to call me boss! Just call me Mrs. Cake, or Cupcake,” she says.
"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?" she waves her hand. ”Huh? What?" you snap out of your trance.
"What are you looking at?"
"Oh, sorry, nothing..."
"Anonymous, you know I don't like it when you lie. What's bothering you?" she asks, drumming her fingers on the table. "Umm...it...it's your feet..." you stammer. Mrs. Cake's face turns red.
"Oh, oh dear, do they smell? Have I been working too hard?" she asks in a panic.
"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..." she sighs. 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..." you try to say. "No, Anon. I should fire you for this,” she threatens. But you’re getting ideas…
"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..." you murmur to her.
"W-well...you did...stop them from hurting..." she stutters.
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?" she demands. "Absolutely,” you agree.
"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 whispers. 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 moans softly.
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?" she asks. 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.
Author's Note
Frankly I wasn't too proud of this one, you can probably tell I rushed it. I'll post it in order not to make such a mistake again. If you somehow DO like it, that's awesome!