Patty Cake, Patty Cake

“It’s your semen in the frosting, isn’t it?” He stopped chewing. A moment passed. “Give me your tuque.” The slave set the plate and fork down, removed the face-covering hat, and gave it to her with with trembling hands. He had messy brown hair and was sweating bullets. He stared at his feet, avoiding eye contact. “What’s your name?” she asked. “-One hundred and—-“ “I want your name, Slave,” she ordered. “And don’t talk with your mouth full,“ she added, smiling. The slave swallowed his pride. “-My name is Lenny, Ma’am,-” he mumbled. “And isn’t that the best cawwot cake you’ve ever tasted?” “-Y-yes, Ma’am.-” “It takes confidence to experiment in the kitchen; bravery, fearlessness. But trying to sneak that by me was just stupid… Then again, lots of great things have been discovered by accident.” She paused, thinking of what to do next. Lenny broke the silence with another “-Yes, Ma’am.-” She took the fork and ate the last bite of cake. “I think you have potential. I want you to help me prepare a special dish tomorrow. Are you willing to do what it takes?” “-Yes, Ma’am.-” “No more touching yourself and no other women without my permission; I need you and your seed to be as fresh as possible. You will continue your fruit diet until further notice. You must be ready for me at a moment’s notice. Look at me.” Lenny raised his head sheepishly, blushing. “Do you understand?” she finished. “ “-Yes, Ma’am.-” “Good. Now before you go,” she said, getting up and offering her chair, “I want one last taste.” She ducked down underneath her desk and knelt, waiting for him. He walked to the chair and sat down rigidly with his knees together and his hands on his thighs. She parted his legs and began kneading his crotch gently with her hand. Lenny jerked reflexively, but settled back down with a pleasurable sigh. She undid his simple cloth belt and pulled his pants and underwear down around his thighs. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft gently and began stroking. She could feel his pulse slowly hardening his member while she slowly went up and down. Her hands were so soft and professional; it was quite different from what Lenny had managed by himself. He was fully erect and rock-hard. She stopped and looked up at him. “You know what we do with the dough once it’s doubled in volume?” she asked, licking her lips. “-We put it in the ove—-” He moaned again as she kissed the head. She slowly let her lips wrap around the tip and tickled it with her tongue. She pulled away and asked, “And once the bread is finished baking?” “-Eat it?-” “It’d be my pleasure,” she cooed. She lowered her head in his lap and took his prick into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, sucking on his dick, slowly going farther downwards. Her buns brushed against his legs and her pink hair rubbed against his stomach. “-Ch-Chauchanne…-” he moaned. She pulled away, his member leaving her mouth with a pop. “’Madam Chauchanne,’” she corrected. She leaned back down and rested her teeth on his tip. “Maybe next time I won’t be so gentle, Lenny,” she finished, taking his organ back inside. “-Yes, ma’am.-” he sighed. She went as far down as she could, until she felt the tip bump into the back of her throat and realized there were still a few inches to go; she may have bitten off more than she could chew. She pulled back until just the tip of her tongue was on his head and dragged her lips down to the base. Chauchanne pressed as much of her rough tongue against the shaft as she could and let it slide back up to the tip. She took a deep breath and took him back inside as far as she could go. “-I… I’m coming,-” he moaned. Chauchanne pulled away, spat in her hand, and began stroking briskly. “How much?” she cooed, “Teaspoons? Tablespoons?” “-M-more,-” he groaned, “-It feels like half a cup… At least. M-ma’am.-” “’Half a—?’” she quickly took him back inside and braced herself for things to come. He gave one last groan and twitched and jerked, filling her mouth with almost explosive force. Her cheeks bulged with the volume of his sticky, white cum and a small amount dribbled out of the corner of her lip. She pulled back hastily and swallowed the load. Another jet of his seed shot out and landed on her cheek before she managed to put her lips back around him and stem the flow. A few more small bursts entered her mouth, the twitching died down, and his body went limp. She sucked out what was left in his urethra like a straw. She pulled away panting, a small bridge of his semen formed between his tip and her mouth. She swallowed the load and went back down on him to clean up whatever she may have left behind. She kissed the tip and pulled her head away for a final time, convinced that she had milked her cow dry. She looked up, smiling despite the lines of cum on her cheek and lips. Or maybe because of them. She wiped her face clean with a finger and offered it to him. “Hungry?” she teased. “-No thanks, Ma’am,-” he sighed. She stuck the finger in her mouth and pulled it out clean. She savored the last taste she’d get before swallowing. Lenny redid his pants and let Chauchanne out from under the desk. She stood up, giggled softly and said, “Thanks.” “-The pleasure was all mine, ma’am,-” he replied. “I’m sure it was,” she teased. “You are hereby promoted to the position of my personal assistant. Congratulations,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “-Thank you, ma’am, it would be an honor,-” he said, somewhat stunned. “Take the plate and fork back to my secretary and tell him to wash them. Get some rest. We’ve got a lot of work tomorrow. And stop using that awful bastard language; I can’t understand half of what you’re saying.” “Yes, ma’am.”