Sweet Treats!

“Shani you had two hours.”

“I know! I know just hold on.”

“For what?” Terrance was checking his watch, they were burning daylight.

“Delivery for Shani.” Into frame, but out of focus cake a delivery boy from Dominos.

“For that!” Shani took the box from the pimpily teen and opened it up, revealing a sauce-covered personal chocolate cake. “Tada! Bon Appetite.” Shani smiled at Chance. “Would you mind tipping the man? I don’t have any bills on me.”

Shani

Egyptian

“I get most of my meals from a strip joint, what did you expect?”

Lauren

Burmese

He liked my snickerdoodles, but wouldn’t drink the lemonade. Come on! It’s a joke. I’m a pee slut, it’s funny!”

“There’s my husband.” Jasmine’s beautiful features loved the camera, and men across the nation pondered ripping off the nun’s habit, and having their way with her.

Chance smiled, shyly, and gave her a nod. “What do we have here, Jasmine?”

Jasmine gestured to a well-set plate. “These are my take on Tostones. Fried Plantains, topped with strawberry compote, and some powdered sugar. Terrance has already had two.”

“Three can’t hurt.” The host dove in.

Chance took a bite and moaned his approval. “This is great.”

Jasmine smiled. “I used to make them for my Husband.” She ran her hands over Chance as he ate his food. “He had cooks of course, but I did so much cooking for him. I just love… servicing the man who keeps me.”

Terrance raised an eyebrow. “Don’t the police think, that’s how you poisoned him?”

“Nothing was ever proven.” Jasmine snapped. “I would never hurt chance.” She smiled at the younger man and ran her smooth latex fingers along his powder covered lips. “You know that, don’t you baby?”

Chance nodded, mouth full. “Mhm.”

“I’m going to need you to give me the win on this one.” She bit her lip. “Thinking about you inside of me, day in, and day out, it’s just ****. I need you to let me cum.” She hands squeaked over her body, her breasts. “You own me, my body, my sex. Give me permission to cum, and you won’t regret it.”

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Chance

Billionaire

Jasmine can get a little intense sometimes, but I kind of like it. Out of everyone here, I feel like she wants it the most, wants me the most. It’s really hot.

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

“He said that? Wow, just wow. I couldn’t have fallen in love with a poet?”

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The final contestant of the Day was Miracle, who was red as a strawberry. She leaned over her workstation, and the cake she’d made, breathing hard, panting even. There was a glisten of sweat on her forehead, and she looked like salvation had come at last. “Thank goodness you’re here.”

“Hey Miracle, have you enjoyed the challenge?”

“Mmmm, so so so much. I’ve been edging the whole time.”

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Shokouh

Afghani

“Yeah sure.”

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“Just thinking of watching you eat this cake.” She shuddered, like a cat getting scratched. She sighed. “I’m going to cum, the second you take your first bite.” She smiled guiltily.

“Seriously?”

She nodded. “I’ve never been this turned on before, this is going to be a billion-dollar orgasm.”

Chance looked at the cake. From looks alone, it was beyond anything presented at the table, even the items that were good couldn’t compare. It looked too good to eat. It looked sacrosanct like an angel had delivered it to the earth, not for eating, but simply to inspire man to rise to greater heights. “It’s going to be good isn’t it?”

Miracle moaned and nodded her head. “You’re going to cum.” She giggled. She grabbed a knife, and expertly cut Chance a piece, and set it before him. She moaned as she did like she’d just been penetrated. “Ah…” She laughed guiltily. “Didn’t think my fetish was this strong did you?”

She did always seem so put together. Except for that time, she fell through a table. “Come sit on my lap.” A chair was brought over for Chance, and he sat down. Miracle nodded and mounted him, face to face. She squirmed against the hard dick she felt throbbing beneath her melting pussy. “Put me inside.” He said next.

Miracle hesitated, bit her lip, and nodded. She got up a tad, slid her lacy panties off, fished Chance’s cock out, and slid herself down on top of him. “Eeeep!” She squeed, high and loud. Her walls convulsed around his dick.

“Did you just cum?” Chance asked, obviously feeling the activity in their crotch. She couldn’t speak, she was at the peak of pleasure and just about to plant her flag. Instead, she just shook her head, and tried to blink away tears of pleasure. “Good. In that case, I declare your cake, the winner of the dessert group. Now let me get a taste.” He opened his mouth.

Miracle sighed, in relief, grateful that her time on the show would continue, and for the orgasm she was about to enjoy. She collected a fair offering onto a fork and placed it in his mouth. Before his face could turn to pleasure, her pussy clenched down on him yet again, and bolts of electricity shook her body. “God yes!” She screamed, feeling satisfied on a primal level.

Chance for his part was enjoying the treat too. The cake was beyond words, the best he’d ever had. It was soft, moist, sweet, and had such flavor. It was like a truffle the whole way through, absolutely delicious, and the baker orgasming on his dick while he enjoyed it wasn’t bad either. “That’s awesome!” He laughed and held his mouth open for another bite.

“Yes, yes! Eat my cake, eat it you freaking stud, yeah, yeah you love it. Oh! Yes! Lick your lips, mmmm yeah, I love that. Swallow, sigh, yes, yes! Work that dick! Have more, eat it all!”

Miracle was still moaning, creaming over his dick, wracked with wave after wave of enjoyment. With a shaking hand, she managed to feed him, another bite, and another. Each time, the waves of pleasure she was riding, crested again and washed over her, prolonging her orgasm indefinitely. She was becoming boneless, nothing but jello. Chance had to keep her supported, or else she would have fallen right off. She could hardly keep her eyes open, and uncrossed.

“Come on.” Chance encouraged. “Be a good wife, one more bite.”

“Uh, uh, uh.” Miracle moaned out, feeling wrecked and empty. She moved her fork towards the plate, but with her weak grip dropped it to the floor. She whined, but continued to grind herself against his dick, it felt so firmly lodged inside of her.

“Uh oh.” Chance smiled, and squeezed Miracle’s cheeks between his fingers, making her pout. “What are you going to do now?”

She gathered, what operational synapses she had left, scooped the last bit of cake up on her white gloves, and presented them to Chance.

“Good girl.” He wrapped his lips around her fingers, once more shocking her with pleasure. To be eaten off of, it was exquisite. It was good, it brought about a new crest of pleasure. It almost brought about a new orgasm. It might have, but Chance slid her off his dick, and let her drop bonelessly to the floor afterward. She clattered to the ground, along with the plate, and fork, wet and discarded. Her pussy leaked onto the astroturf feeling just like one of her dirty and used cooking implements. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes, the pleasure of the afternoon at last stealing her consciousness from her.

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Chance

Billionaire

“If that’s what every meal could be like… I wouldn’t complain.”

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Miracle

Congolese

“He just threw me on the ground, like he was done with me. My brain snapped. It just felt so right. I made him food, he used me, and when he was done, he threw me away. I’ve never had a boyfriend… do that before. It’s like…”

“Miracle are you okay?”

“Yeah, I feel great. I just don’t know what to say.”

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Eve

Hybrid

“I’m very proud of her. I saw the whole thing. Miracle was awakened to the truth, Chance is our god. He may use and break us as he pleases. To see her serve him so well, gave me hope.”

“Hope for what?”

“Hope that women will discard their ridiculous prides and dreams. Miracle got to see for a few brief moments the joy of serving a man completely, and without ego. All women should look to her example today, and strive to recreate it in their daily lives. Serve until you are dumb and broken, and then find joy when you are discarded.”

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Jasmine

Puerto Rican

“I finally saw her weakness. You should have seen the way Eve was watching Miracle. Her face was flushed, her lips mouthing something as she spoke. Then for the briefest moment, I saw her finger twitch.”

“Twitch?”

“Yeah, towards her pussy.”

“Maybe, explain that for the audience.”

“Eve hasn’t touched herself one time, this whole show. As far as I can tell. Even when that stupid fucking bitch with her rank pussy comes around spewing hormones, she just tanks it. This is the only time I’ve ever seen her tempted. Here’s a little biblical lesson for all the heathens out there, Eve’s don’t fair well when met with temptation.”

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