Sexy Ass Pound Cake

How It All Began

It’s fall, and this Southern girl is a true fall slut! I love the colors of the leaves, the crisp morning air, the smells, and looking for a sexy ass pound cake. My favorite thing is walking out on my wrap-around porch in the early morning, completely nude.

I’ve got a steaming cup of coffee and my nipples are hard and perky. My pussy gets so wet as I watch the rustle of my anxious neighbor John in his curtains, His not so inconspicuous binoculars popping out from the window as he zooms in for a closer look. I just know his sex life is as dull as his wrinkly wife, Myrtle. It’s my southern phone sex neighborly duty to spread some festive cheer, and I was feeling way more mischievous since my dirty confession the night the priest spanked my naughty ass. 

This sexy southern phone sex vixen loves to spread some cheer, and her legs when the opportunity arises. So knowing that our small town’s annual fall festival was quickly approaching, I had set my plan in motion to join the bake off competition. 

Sexy Ass Pound Cake Bake Off

It was my shame to have come in 2nd place last year, and that was because Barbara, the slutty town doctor’s wife, had sucked off the voting committee. I’d see to it I won this year. If she could go low….I could go lower. I gathered my ingredients, and in true kitchen witch style, I added a little pussy juice to my sexy ass pound cake batter. No one told you? All the best cooks indeed add a little extra something. Sugar, love….and for me, an added dash of southern phone sex pussy juice. 

Leaving my windows open, I nakedly and merrily whisked away at my batter. A dab of vanilla in the batter and on my wrist and neck. Yum! My cake is good enough to eat. 

I sashayed downtown in my short sunflower print dress. I winked at Barbara as I filled out my contestant entry. My delicious, sexy ass pound cake is smothered in cream and strawberries held firmly in my cake cover. I took my entry number and placed my cake in the lineup on the table. I then saw my target. Standing tall was Mayor Dick. The whole community loves Dick. This year, I knew I  had the upper hand, knowing his secret fetish from his frequent calls to the southern phone sex line. ” 

 Cream Pie from The Mayor

“Mayor Dick”! I called.  Can I have a word with you privately? “Of course, Amber he replied. As he came near the storage to the concession, I asked him to step inside. Mr. Dick? I have an ingredient in my sexy ass pound cake I want to check with you about. Of course, Amber…what is it? I slid on top of the stacked totes and said Maybe it’s better if I show you.

Confidently, I lay back and with one hand I pulled up my dress and with the other I took my spray can of whipped cream and sprayed it all over my pussy. I looked up at him as I placed the cherry I brought on top. It’s my sweet pussy juice, Mayor.  The mayor has a fantasy of eating pussy with all the toppings of a sundae. 

I watched as he licked his lips and, like a ravenous man, began devouring my sweet pussy. I  took out my phone and snapped a pic of Dick destroying my pussy. He looked up, his face covered in cream. Mr. Mayor, do you think my sexy ass pound cake will win with my secret ingredient?  Absolutely, Mrs. Belle, he said. I was tickled pink that year as I received the first-place ribbon.  I cast a glare at Barbara as I passed by her, whispering so only she could hear. Suck on that! 

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