While Mrs.Cake is baking you slip out of the kitchen. She's making quite a racket and it couldn't be a more perfect opportunity for you to do a few things behind her chubby little back. You're normally such a sweet little mare, but the thought of having a bit of naughty fun is too much for you. In fact you were forced to leave the last town in such a hurry because you had gotten mixed up with the mayor and his wife caught you in the act one night. Well word got around and you're certain he won't be reelected any time soon.
Mr.Cake stayed true to his word and returned to the cash register. And there's no one else in the whole damn sweet shop! It's like Celestia herself is taunting you! Well you were never one to back down from a challenge. He hasn't seen you yet, so you decide to sneak up on him. He's sweating bullets and punching numbers into his silly little register just to forget about how foolish his wife made him feel minutes ago.
Shame you're going to have to make him feel even worse. But it'll be worth it, you know he'll agree.
You wrap your hooves round his neck and coo in his ear. He shivers, but you know he's enjoying it; dirty old stallions are all the same. Why you bet he's stiffening up right now under the counter. You give him a playful nibble on the ear and he moans just so.
"I heard you were a dirty old cheater," you whisper, " and I bet you were sizing me up the minute you saw me."
Cake grits his teeth and nods. He's red with embarrassment but he's practically begging you to go on. He can't bare to look you in the eyes as you guide your hoof down to his throbbing hard-on. A few good clops of his sizeable shaft and he's practically ready to blow, but you can't let him release too soon. You start to slow down, squeezing his dick with slow, deliberate strokes. You were always quite the stallion-milker back in Fillydelphia. Colts from all over would come down to get one of your famous "orange squeezings". Which reminds you,
"You're lucky I don't make you pay for this, you pig." You taunt him.
Mr.Cake groans and says "Oh Celestia! I'll pay you, anything you want! Just don't stop!"
Whoah. You weren't expecting bits out of this, but fuck it, why not? You wonder just how much you can jerk out of this old man. You start picking your pace up again and say, "Two hundred bits."
"Oh fuck, Pinkie usually knocks three hundred out of me! F-fine!"
Holy shit! You just rang some dirty old man for at least a month's pay! You guess that the bakery's doing pretty well if the owner can afford drop two hundred on a slut. You smirk and give him a fiesty slap on the balls, edging him just a bit closer with one hoof. He cries out and you pull away before he can blow, leaving the stallion with some painfully blue balls. He's panting, but he still manages to say,
"H-hey, two hundred is for all the way! Right?"
Aw, he's such a doll. You give him a kiss on the neck and he moans, a little nibble around his collar and her nearly screams in pleasure. You lick your lips as you say, "Honey, two hundred and I'll go all the way, I'll swallow, fuck, I'll let you knock me up. Just tell me how nasty you are."
"I'm nasty! I'm a sick old man!"
That's just what you wanted to hear. With no further ado, you slip down between his haunches, hidden completely from sight behind the counter. His shaft was just as big as it felt, with a nice pair of plump balls behind it. Normally getting this close, you'd be swimming in the scent of male musk, but something seems to be overpowering it. Something like strawberries and cream...
"Aha!" You reach behind you and find the offending object, a frosting tool on one of the many shelves of the counter. Little things like this always make the job fun. It's all about loving what you do, you know? You press the cold, metal tip against the base of his cock and get a shivering cry from him. Must be cold. You drag the tool across his shaft, scraping him just a little and laying a string of frosting along his dick like mustard on a hot dog. To top it all off, you poke his cockhole with the tip of the tool and squeeze a bit of the strawberry frosting into his urethra, an act that cannot be entirely unpleasant, judging by Mr.Cake's passionate moans. Sure looks tasty.
You lick your lips, "Face it tiger, you hit the jackpot."
All this foreplay is driving you wild and you can't wait another minute! You wrap your lips around his frosting-covered cock and start slurping away at the delicious frosting and sour sweat that's coating him. All professionalism and poise you have had disappears in a moment and you become an animal of passion. Pre covers your tongue and frosting smatters across your cheeks as you suck the ponycock dry. Poor old Mr.Cake can't wait for you to satisfy your lust for his frosting schlong, because her bucks his hips into you, giving you a hard knock on the head when you bounce your skull against the counter, but you quickly forget about it when his creamy love spills into your throat. Old man certainly was pent up!
You pull yourself out from under his quaking knees and lick some of the excess spooge from your cheek. Your so overcome with lust that you don't notice the little ringing sound that sends shivers down Mr.Cake's spine. It's...
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