How I Had My Cake (And Made Him Eat It Out Of My Ass, Too)
When a girlfriend of mine sent out an announcement that she was getting married, I saw a perfect opportunity to throw a bachelorette party. I made a few calls and arranged a surprise for the bride-to-be, Anna. Wanted to make sure it was a night no one would forget. I gathered Anna and the girls at the hotel and we made our way up to the penthouse.
We opened the door and heard dance music cuming from the main room. We turned the corner and there were the three male strippers I’d hired, each in a different uniform: a policeman, a fireman, and a doctor. They were standing in front of a four-foot-tall cake.
“Welcome to the party ladies!” the fireman said, smirking. Anna squealed and ran over to the cake. Suddenly, a sexy built man emerged out of the top of the cake, spraying all of us with sweet, creamy icing. His head was covered in white cake and the frosting was all over his shoulders. He was only wearing a thong, a blue bow tie, and a smirk. All the girls gasped and squealed with excitement.
“Hey ladies, I brought cake!” he said while smearing some icing over his shaved chest.
Anna and the other girls started dancing with the uniformed beaus, but I was getting excited looking at the guy covered in cake. He stepped out of the cake, getting some more frosting on his legs. As I walked over to him, I noticed the huge bulge in his thong.
He gave me the once over and introduced himself.
“Care for some frosting?” he said, taking a finger full of frosting from his shoulder. I put my lips around his finger, looked up at him, and used my tongue to take off the frosting.
He smiled big and pulled me towards him, getting cake on my ass in the process.
“You got cake on my dress! I’ll have to show you what happens to men who get food on my dress!” I said. I could see his cock getting hard through his tiny thong. So I grabbed a plate and loaded it with cake and led him into the bedroom. I locked the door and threw him on the bed. Took off my dress, and leaned over him. I took a small piece of cake and shoved it in his mouth. I licked a bit of cake and some frosting off my fingers.
“This cake isn’t very good,” I said, standing up. “Don’t you agree?” He nodded. “I know what would make it taste better!” I said while taking off my panties. His cock was rock hard and almost busting out of his thong.
I put the plate of cake on the bed and turned around. I bent over and sat on the cake, frosting went up the sides of my ass cheeks, and onto my inner thighs. His eyes widened in anticipation. I stood up, and chunks of cake fell off my ass and onto the floor.
“Eat this cake out of my ass, pervert. I don’t want to see any cake left when you’re done!” I yelled, bending over the bed face down, with my frosting-covered ass in the air.
He leaped off the bed and went to work cleaning my ass with his tongue. He started on my cheeks but quickly worked his way to my asshole.
“Maybe if you’re good at cleaning, I won’t make you eat the cake off the floor!” I said, prompting him to lick and suck harder…
Wanna have your cake and eat it out of my ass, too? I love getting my ass eaten . . . and you’re going to love eating it! Call me.
