#thebewitchedbaker

9c "This is what you wanted, right?" he whispered in Spanish, voice husky with lust. One hand gripped a handful of those golden locks while the other gave her as a firm slap. The baker took a look at his handy work, enjoying the show that was her second orgasm. She knew what she was doing. As innocent as she played, Serena knew how Chris would get around this time. Organizing interviews for some potential hires for Luna's Moonlight Delights, two websites for two local musicians and of course some small logo work for a friend. The baker asked for no distractions. What did he get? Serena's coy smile and her finger pulling him close by his necklace. With a kiss to his neck, he was promised no distractions...in her most seductive voice. Whenever he would prepare for work, she would walk around in her latest lingerie. Stretching with a not so subtle moan. If was sitting at his desk, she would sit on his lap with an ever so pleasing grind of her hips. Texts were filled with desires of feeling his thick arousal sliding in and out of her. The minute, no second his work was done. The baker damn near sped to her apartment and greeted her with a kiss, easily slipping off those unnecessary clothes. One minute she was giggling, the next she was on all fours blessing his ears with moans of his name. His hips slapped against hers, slamming every inch of his dick into her welcoming pussy. "We're just getting started, my love," he whispered with another swat to her ass, "I'm going to fuck you like this all night~" He leans close to her ear, finally giving her the coup de grace. "This is exactly what you wanted, right?" All in Russian.

He was a man of impressive self-control.

He was a man of tasty pastry creations.

He was…a man.

Proof of that was shoved roughly into her the instant he’d finished all of his responsibilities, and the fact that he had waited until everything was finished on his end made him 100x sexier. Serena moaned, her juices coating him upon hearing the perfectly spoken Russian near her ear. What else could she say to that? He knew exactly what he was doing when he switched from Spanish to English to Russian.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, her Spanish shakier than it usually was. Anyone who was being railed within an inch of their life wouldn’t be as articulate. She was being ridden, her skin pink and getting pinker by the second with each thrust of his hips.

“Such a…such a vigorous w-wolf,” was her next praise, her voice trembling, but not as much as her body was shivering. As overstimulated as she was getting, she also knew that this was just the beginning of their encounter. She’d riled him up to this state, and now, she was reaping the consequences. If only all crimes had sex as their punishments; everyone would end up becoming a criminal at least thrice in their life.

Chris could hardly believe the sight before him. Watching Carmen's ass bounce back and forth on his thick dick. The sexy hair flip revealing those eyes that all but said 'fuck me' was enough to drive him insane with desire. A massive hand carressed its way up her gorgeous thighs and onto those beautiful breasts.

A deep-voiced groan escapes his lips once he thrusts his full length into her welcoming heat. Lord knows if he kept going, he'd probably empty everything in him if he kept going. He had been thinking about this for weeks and he wanted to enjoy savor moment with his lover.

"Que rica~," the baker whispered against her ear. "You feel so good,mi reina~"

One hand gave her breasts a squeeze while the other rested on her hip, keeping her in place.

"How bad do you want papi to fill you up~?"

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His Spanish was as sweet as the pastries that he baked and sold. Carmen’s heart was clearly through her stomach, but by god his cupcakes were divine.

But carb-laden treats were the least of her concerns, not when his thick cock was slamming into her while his hands…well, let’s just say that she had confirmed how amazing he was at kneading plump portions of dough.

“Please don’t stop, papi,” she pleaded, her ass leaving a rhythmic and very wet slap slap slap against the front of his hips. She knew for a fact that the impact made her ass jiggle, and it was that sight that most men liked about taking her from behind. Carmen gripped the edge of the counter in front of her ( not that she needed to with how firm his grip was on her hip ), using it to push back against Chris while she tried turning her head to look him in the eyes.

“Damelo todo, papi, por favor,” was her gasped response, her need to be filled to the damn brim surpassing her usual worry of being knocked up by someone during their first round. But asking Chris to wear a condom didn’t feel right; no, she had had a feeling that she wanted to feel all of him, and she was right.

“Mine.”

A word panted and growled as she worked herself on his shaft, the bed creaking wildly beneath them. Ever since his former fiancée had returned, a certain feeling had come over her that she found difficult to shake off. Valentina knew that he and Acacia were no longer romantically linked ( impossible or extremely difficult to be, what with him being her mate ), but the fact that they had a shared past and were so close to getting married was like a tiny nail in her gut, twisting and turning whenever she thought of it.

Not that she had been rude: more like politely distant, like a wary dog circling the newcomer to its home.

Her initiating s.ex this time was partly her way of reminding herself that Chris loved her, that he had chosen her. But as she continued to ride him as passionately and needily as before, she couldn’t drown out the tiny voice in the back of her head saying that he had been pushed into it. That he wasn’t there because he wanted to be.

And today’s temperature is at an all-time high, with the weather expected to remain the same for the next few days. So crank up that AC or head down to your nearest Target for…

The news was basically background noise at this point. As the reporter announced, the weather was hotter than normal. Hotter than what she was willing to endure with most of her clothes. Carmen had inadvertently stripped down to nothing but her underwear while she was in Chris’s house, and it took all of five minutes ( maybe less ) for him to notice and start dropping sexy hints.

Rather than fall for those adorable eyes and that muscular body she knew was hiding under all that fabric, she held on until he’d sat on the sofa and put the news on. Only then did she start swaying her hips like Salma Hayek in that vampire movie, her bra and panties dropping the closer she got to him. It was easy to spread his legs and expose his shaft, dark and a little limp but hardening into a veiny curve that she eagerly took in her mouth.

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There couldn't be any other ambiance that was more perfect in his mind for an afternoon love making session with his boyfriend; the way slow guitar playing that picks up every so often thrills him more and more. Though it's those solos that really get him thrusting, a touch heavier than even he'd anticipated. Yet he knows with how rough the pair sometimes get with each other that there are no complaints.

Oh, how he LOVES topping the baker!

Yes, his breathing is heavy, and it matches his partner's, but doing so allows him to show off a bit more than if he were on the bottom. His physique certainly helps with this, the other man's legs dangling over his shoulders as his hand that isn't intertwined with Chris' holds onto the bed frame itself. Good thing it was sturdy and allowed for him to thrust his penis deeper and deeper inside the other man.

However, there wasn't much in the way of thought process--which was perfectly fine, given that his focus was entirely elsewhere. Yet there wasn't a moment of hesitation at the managed question of his boyfriend, a quick nod as he brings their lips together in a rather heated kiss. One of which had him slipping his tongue in soon after.

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Dorothea Kasiemobi Chukwunyelu, at this point in her life has been extremely successful as a chef. Offers to tour the world to learn on someone else's dime. To teach at places where many Chefs would beg or do anything. Her pedigree was already established, and even on social media, has been blowing up with the announcement of her new restaurant in downtown Chicago. She gave the reason that she wanted to have a deeper challenge and cook and serve at the same time. However, that wasn't the real reason. For now, the city, at least officials and those who knew her reputation, were being invited early to her opening, and others were hitting her and her team up by any means to be there for the opening. The day before, the small, but might Dorothea at five foot, six inches was hauling things she could on her own and guiding the moving teams. The large building owned by her was the previous spot for a Chicago spot that went under during covid. For weeks it had been renovated over to her exacting specifications, and now was almost ready. Wearing her blue bandana in the "farm girl" type of style. Keeping her curls covered and back while showing off her earrings. Triple helixes in the tip of each ear, going down with small-ish 3-inch gauges on both. She wore a crop top hoodie that had a Cullinary Institute of America branding on it. that just came a little above her navel, which showed off her piercing there of a kitchen knife crossed with a knife sharpener. She also wore tight dark blue spats that showed off how well she took care of herself and what her mother gave her, with some Hoka's on her feet. Even after the movers and other people from the city came she worked tirelessly; she was there even through most of the night, preparing for the big day. She left around 4 am and came back at 8. She wanted to grab coffee and hoped the bakery she saw had some. She had come in when the lights came on to her Chef's uniform of white and blue, hair tied with a more traditional chef's bandana and blue service pants for those in the industry know and non slip but foam shoes. She came inside the bakery, seeing the light on, "Uh, Good morning?!" She called sweetly but curiously. I was just wondering if you had coffee?" She asked hopefully.

One last look, those eyes glowing purple.

“Mi amor~”

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Chris may still be listening, which isn't the problem, it's more so the fact of the ever so growing bulge within his shorts, one of which that is growing moment by moment. It's not his fault, not really. And it's obvious by various factors that his friends with benefits, knows exactly what he's doing. Now he's completely lost his train of thought.

A bite to his lower lip to stifle a moan proves this.

Oh, that kiss didn't help matters in the slightest! “I'll try to, but there's a certain somethin' that you're….doin' that might have derailed things.” A hand comes up behind his brown eyed friend's head, willing him to continue. Fingers tangle in his hair as he does so.