Frosting Marks The Spot


I stared. She was naked under the robe, same as when she bathed, but there was something different about her now.

She wasn’t matter-of-fact, she was definitely delivering a message at me.

“Oh, my,” I said. She smiled. “First off, I have to say that was a wonderful delivery. I absolutey did not see that coming.” Her smile changed to one of pride.

Then, I don’t know how, she changed her posture and we were back to a seduction.

“Electra, I’ve… I, um, I….”

She made a big show of looking around the room and acting like she was surprised to find the cupcakes. “Conrad, would you like to lick icing off of me?”

“Yeah.”

She took off running, leaping into the air with harms wide, like she was diving off of a cliff.

But then she did a somersault and flipped over to land on the far side of the cupcake. She turned to smile at me with icing on one single finger. I hadn't seen her take it, but I could see the little furrow in the topping.

I smiled back and reached for her. She stood still until I gripped her, so I lifted her up to my face. I opened my mouth.

She reached her hand in. I closed my lips around her forearm and licked her with my tongue, sliding it across her hand and finger. One swipe and she was clean.

She giggled. I raised one eyebrow. “Your taste-buds tickle!”

I licked her again, she giggled again. Then I lowered her to the cupcake. She did a handspring over it.

When she landed, she had two hands covered with frosting. I licked those.

After the next handspring, she rubbed the icing over her breasts. I kissed her belly, then licked from belly-button to her right shoulder, gently sliding over her right breast. She laughed.

I licked the other side the same way, then lifted her up to inspect my work. “Your hands,” I said. She offered those and I sucked them clean, both at once.

Then she jumped up to plant her knees in the icing, popping back to her starting place.

She took me on a tour of her body. I took the icing as permission to lick that one single spot, or two spots.

Her body was growing hotter each time I picked her up. I was getting more than a little excited, too.

She jumped backwards onto the cake, holding her legs up. Her hands held her ankles so icing only covered her cheeks. She sat there, holding that position for a minute.

I pinched her calves between thumb and forefinger and lifted her up. She let go and let herself down, hanging upside down as I licked at her ass.

When I was done, she pointed down. I lowered her to a handstand on the table. She flipped to the edge of the table and looked down at my lap.

“Aw, you look mighty uncomfortable in those jeans, Conrad.” She watched as I kicked of my shoes and pushed my pants down and off.

I sat back down on the bed. She shook her head, running to the far side of the cupcake. “No, no, come here!”

I leaned my face towards her. She kept running to the side of my cupcake. The one she hadn’t touched. “NO! Not your FACE!”

“Oh.” I stood up and lowered my underwear. She tried to slide the cupcake but she couldn’t get leverage on the polished wooden surface. I put one finger next to her and drew the cupcake closer.

Then I followed her directions, dipping the end of my cock into the frosting.

She stood between the two cakes and waved me closer.

I watched as she knelt and licked me clean. Long, slow strokes of her tongue, hands holding my twitching cock.

I fingered the frosting and drew a line across the top of my cock, just behind the head. She smiled

The problem was, I couldn’t quite stand comfortably where my cock would be comfortable for her to explore.

“Okay,” I said, “you’re the smart one, how do we-?”

“Lay on the bed.” I did. She covered her arms with frosting and had me move her to my lap. Then she painted my cock with icing in a spiral. “Like an obscene May Pole,” I said.

Electra laughed. “Conrad, the May Pole may have already been a phallic symbol!”

“Really?” I asked. “That’s interesting.” I bunched up pillows behind my head to keep watching her do this.

She didn’t pause as she drew the spiral. “You don’t know what a phallic symbol is, do you?”

“Duh,” I said. “It’s a symbol of veneration of the pagan god, Phallic.”

She finished painting me, then knelt to start licking from the bottom. “Greek or Roman?”

“Trick question,” I said. “Clearly Phallic was… Um… Was…” That little tongue was going a mile a minute. She crawled over my belly, circled around to my thigh, eased over my balls, peeked at me around the edge of the May Pole…

She was leaving at trail of spit shining in the light from the lamp. Spit or... Saliva. “Slavic,” I said.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, continuing up. In addition to the tongue I kept feeling, I could feel her chin working against the skin, her nose brushing me, sometimes her hair caressing my skin.

After four circuits, she knelt and looked over at my face. “I know sylphs are usually complainging about a sugar deficienty, but this is a LOT of icing…”

“Then let me help,” I said.



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Index

64. Electra's Theme

66. Let Me! (N)