Queen Cake

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen."Bye, John. See you tomorrow. I'll have those figures for you, and we can go over them before the meeting.""See you, Rich."John watched his senior associate leave the room. It was stuffy, the lights were buzzing, and he was tired. He looked at his watch and sighed. There was no point phoning home now. He was already two hours and twelve years too late by his wife's expectations, and he had no intention of pretending to apologise to her. If she hadn't been fucking her therapist, he might have made an effort, but she was, and he wouldn't.He sat back in his chair, loosening his tie. A layer of day-old sweat was suffocating his skin, and his clothes smelled slightly sour. He needed a good wash, but there wasn't time. He had another meeting, and all the gods that could be called upon could not help him if he was late to this one. He sat in the stale air for a moment, looking out of the window into the growing city lights of the deepening evening. He couldn't remember what fresh air felt like.He caught a view of himself, back-dropped by linen-coloured walls, and sallowed by the fluorescent lights. He looked old. Really old. He was only thirty-eight, but he felt seventy. He looked down at his papers, and dejectedly gathered them into a messy pile. With a heave, he got up, and stuffed them into his briefcase. He was getting tired of the immense weight of the company resting on his shoulders. There were three directors, but he often felt very alone. He briefly wondered about taking a holiday, and then chuckled to himself.How absurd, he thought. The last time he'd been away for a week, with the phone turned off, there had been a mass walk-out at one of the factories. It had taken months to sort it all out again. Besides, just a few hours in the presence of his shrewish wife was bad enough, let alone days. She was acid on a paper cut, that one.No, no holidays for John. He wandered out of the room, glancing at his watch. Too early, and he would pay for it. Too late, and he would be scarred for life. Literally.He wandered down the hallway, past the empty receptionist's desk, through the walkway of the computer booths, and back again. He stood by the waiting area, and checked his watch. It was time.He strode past the receptionist's desk once more, and turned the corner to the corridor of his own office. He felt the adrenaline kick itself into action, and he began to breathe just a little bit faster. He stood there before the door, staring at his name in block letters."John G. Clark, Managing Director."Mentally, he removed the sign from the door, and lowered his eyes to the floor. He shrugged off his authority, and placed his briefcase on the beige carpet by his feet. His shoes dully mirrored back the blob of his own head. It was an image that registered in his mind, but it could not take shape unless his imagination took charge of it. And he was not in any place to take charge of anything.He was not John any more, a man of power and confidence. He was Hers.He knocked timidly on the door, his knuckles feeling the shock of greasy wood banging against his bones through the thin skin. He waited a moment, and gently, shyly, opened the door, sliding himself into the room.He closed the door with his hand behind his back, eyes still gazing at the floor. And then almanbahis he stood there, head down, shoulders low, hands by his side."You looked at me this morning." A velvet voice, sweet and dangerous, crawled around his left ear, kissing the skin. He gave a little start, and quickly corrected himself to stand still again. He was right-handed, and he knew that she stood to his left on purpose. He always felt more vulnerable with her there."Stand on your spot." Her voice soaked the air with that caramel velvet, thickening the atmosphere and sliding over his cock beneath his trousers. He felt it twitch, and he prayed he wouldn't get hard. The last time he got hard before he was allowed, he had paid for it dearly.Immediately, but slowly, as if she would pounce on him if he moved too fast, he took a few steps forward and stood before his own desk. But it was not his desk now. It was Hers. He could see there were some things lying on the pine wood, but he did not dare to raise his eyes up to look.He heard a soft whoosh, and her breath cooled his left ear, which was burning with anticipation. The day's sweat lay like a layer of oil over his face, and fresh sweat began to work its way out of his pores. Little beads began to grow on his nose and forehead. Again, he felt his cock twitch. He could feel the blood leaving his fingertips and toes, all rushing to his groin. Mentally, he tried to dam the flow from his thighs and waist, but the building pressure and concentration made him twitch more."I saw you looking. You know you were bad, don't you?"He did not move. He took a deep breath in through his nose. Her scent was in the air, an intoxicating cloud of vanilla sugar. A trickle of sweat ran down from his hairline in front of his ear. The swelling tide of blood was now surging at the base of his cock, and his balls were beginning to swell."Look on the desk."He looked, and felt fire licking through his groin. He saw black nipple clamps, a string of anal beads, a riding crop, and a large, white cream cake decorated with cherries. John began breathing through his mouth, deepening gasps, and he bit his lip as he stared at the objects. Sweat began to trickle down his back."Don't you dare get an erection." The voice was sinister and low. He felt a hand snake around from his left and grab his testicles through his trousers. Fingers squeezed his thickening scrotum as he closed his eyes. Thrilling fear coursed through his body and made the throb in his cock grow. He tried to think of anything he could that would take his mind off what was happening, but it made it worse.The fingers squeezed tighter."I'm warning you..."He was now right on the edge of pain, and visions of his nuts popping like chestnuts on his rising fire flitted across his mind. Suddenly, the fingers left. An imaginary imprint of their presence surrounding his balls still squeezed him. He was almost disappointed."Take down your trousers and pants."The new sweat kept rolling, trickling over his scalp through his short hair. He unbuckled his belt and pushed down his trousers and pants to his ankles. He felt foolish and silly, and he was glad of the dress shirt he was wearing, which just covered his flushing skin.He still stared at the objects on the desk.He gasped as two hands flew round from behind him, either side, with a large pair of scissors. One hand grabbed a corner of his shirt almanbahis yeni giriş by his waist, and the other roughly sheared through the cotton with the scissors. The same happened to the other corner of his shirt, the scissors again removing it. As quickly as it began, it was over.John stood there with his eyes shut tight, shame burning his face as the air burned his now semi-erect cock. He felt his shirt tail grabbed from behind, and heard the shunking sound of the blades running through the thickness of the bunched cotton. Now his ass was on display, too. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips as the air whispered tormenting giggles over his exposed flesh. The humiliation of his pants round his ankles, and only remnants of his shirt left, he knew he had nowhere left to hide. She was lounging in his mind, laughing at his pathetic weak will, and sneering at his helplessness.And it made his cock grow harder.John's breathing was ragged with fear and arousal."Control yourself." His eyes snapped open, looking at the floor again. He purposefully slowed his breathing, trying to will the throbbing back out of his cock.SLAP! SLAP!A hand had smacked each bare buttock in quick succession."Spread your legs."As he spread them, a hot hand thrust through and grabbed his scrotum again. He could feel her breath, hot and slow, against the top of his crack. His buttocks clenched hard as he felt a burning tongue tip give one light, torturously slow lick from the top down to where his anus was.The tickle was horrifically wonderful, and sweat from his face was now beginning to trickle down onto his chest. A tiny trickle of pre-cum mirrored it, gently beginning to wend its way down his fully hard shaft. He could feel it."You're a bad boy."He didn't dare move.The fingers on his balls gripped tighter, making them bulge. Cold breath blew onto the wetness of his crack. Fingers walked around his hip, slowly and swerving, finally running through his short pubes. Then, deliciously, they walked along the side of his shaft, and pinched the now-retracting foreskin. It was just a little nip, but it grew harder and tighter until it began to sting, as the fingers around his scrotum became a metal vice.He could feel her large breasts clad in rough lace pressing against his thigh, her hands making his body burn with need of relief.Just before he cried out, she let go abruptly. He stood there, with his cock as hard as it could be, dark and throbbing. His balls were high and tight, wanting to explode."Close your eyes."He closed them.He waited, and the seconds felt like minutes, until real minutes felt like hours. He was just on the edge of unfulfilled anticipation, the slight softening of his cock just beginning, when he felt a tiny, cold trail running up the underside of his shaft. He was close to blowing right then and there."Naughty, bad boy. I told you not to get hard. And all I can see is a big, fucking hard cock defying me."SWISH!The sound of the crop slicing through the heavy air made him flinch, even though it didn?t touch him. He stood still as quickly as he could. Again, the end of the crop ran up the underside of his shaft."I should teach you a lesson."FWIP!The tip of the crop shallowly bit the side of his cock. Oh god, thought John. If he blew his load now, it was over. Forever. He thought of anything he could to take his mind elsewhere. Images almanbahis giriş of accounts and conferences and crap art and his ugly mother-in-law ran screaming through his head as he tried to gain control."Open your eyes."His eyes opened, blinking hard and fast, watering with the strain of concentration."Cake."He looked at the cake."Fuck it."As quick as he was able, with his trousers and pants hampering him, he shuffled over to the desk, pulled the enormous cake to the edge, and plunged his cock into it."Aaaah!" He pumped his cock into the cake, fighting against the burning cold inside it, but pounding it by instinct. The cake was still half frozen in the middle, shards of ice crystals scraping against his angry red glans as he plunged in and out.THWACK! THWACK! The crop bit into his buttocks as he pumped into that glorious icy cream cake, the cherries sliding off it like a landslide of lusty virgins rolling in the white wheat with the field men.THWACK! THWACK! He grunted with every thrust, feeling the bites on his ass. The cake should have been breaking up, but it was still holding as he was about to squeeze his own pent-up cream into the centre.THWACK! THWACK!"Nnnnn..."THWACK! THWACK! John collapsed over the mess of cake in an explosion of oozing cream and spunk over the pine.The crop continued to swish onto his buttocks as he bent over the desk, knees weak and hands holding on for support. He was breathing heavily, gasping and feeling fire in his cock and balls, and backside.He saw a small hand lay the crop on the table, and pick up the anal beads. He watched as the small string of spheres in increasing sizes was pulled through the creamy, spunky mixture. The length of the string bobbled over the top of his just-exposed head as it peeked out from the centre of the mess.The hand and the bead string disappeared from view. The icy inside of the cake was shrinking John's balls as they tried to hide away from the cold, and his cock grew smaller with the relief and chill.He felt two fingers smear cream between his cheeks and all over his tight little hole. Then, gently, he felt the first of the beads press against his puckered hole."Bend over."He bent over, relaxing into the feel of the beads pushing further inside him, sometimes being dragged back out a little, before being inserted again, deeper and deeper. Soon, they were all the way in, the largest of them snuggled tightly just inside his anus, teasing and being hugged by his little ring.The hand that had smeared cream over his anus reached between his legs for more cream, and then began massaging between John's hole and balls. Fingertips gently trod on the firm skin, as another hand began pulling and pushing the anal beads in and out of him again.Despite his balls being now painfully cold, and his cock shrinking quickly, his buttocks burned fiercely. The beads and fingers teasing his nerve endings made John want to turn around and have his way with his tormentor. But he knew that he would pay far more dearly than a full-on cock-whipping, which, if he was honest with himself, he hoped he would receive one day.On this day, however, there were other things at hand. Nipple clamps, specifically. No longer was his ass being pleasured, nor his perineum. He felt the rough lace back at his side again, and kept his eyes shut as a hot mouth was applied to his nipple. Her tongue flickered over it intermittently, sucking and biting hard until the nub was large and deep red. Then the clamp was applied, cold metal pinching the thin skin, and he gasped as he felt the screw being tightened. In seconds, his nipple was burning like his ass.