Sexy Ginger Bread Man

My Red-Headed Bread Daddy

 

They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I tend to disagree because I find going through his pants a lot more productive. Right now, the pants I’d like to get into belong to the sexy ginger bread man working at our local bakery. Dean is a sight to behold with his Viking-like features, fiery red hair, and beard to match. I watch him standing there behind the counter in his sexy apron, looking like the stuff dreams are made of.  He’s the reason I drive across town for bread I don’t even need. I keep hoping to catch him alone in the bakery, but it’s obvious he’s eye candy for all the women in this town. They can wait in line because I’ve got a hole I need cream-filled, and he’s the man for the job.

Rising Heat in the Bakery

One day, I went in right before closing. Dean was switching the “open” sign to “closed” in the window as I opened the door. Dean looked up at me with a smile that made my pussy clench. “You’re late,” he said, wiping his hands on his apron. “But I always save something big, juicy, and sweet for you.” Fuck, he was my dream sexy ginger bread man.

I had been dreaming that Santa gave me a big black cock, but I decided right then and there what I really needed was Dean to fuck me until I could barely walk. He walked toward me like a lion toward its prey,  but he didn’t realize I was the one about to pounce. I could smell all his manliness mixed with his cologne… mixed with my sweet pussy nectar as he got closer. “What can I get you today, Mrs. Amber?”

“I don’t know… Dean. Do you have a sexy gingerbread man I could munch on? Especially if he has a big, juicy cock.” My southern phone-sex side was ready to be naughty, and he was going to be my accomplice. I could tell he was ready to join me as his apron began to rise around his crotch. I thought I had upset him when he walked past me, but when he walked to the door and locked it, I knew we were getting ready to have some fun.

Flour & Flames and The Sexy Ginger Bread Man

He walked back toward me. Damn, sexy ginger bread man took my hand and slide it under his apron. I could feel that big bulging cock pressing against the zipper. Dean unzipped his pants, and his big 12-inch cock, covered in bright red pubes, shot out. I immediately got on my knees and began licking the big helmet of his dick.

He moaned, and I felt his legs buckle, het old me to stop for a minute as he pulled me up and led me behind the counter into the kitchen. He lifted my skirt while pulling down my lacy black panties. Then he lifted me onto the counter sprinkled with flour, pulled my legs apart, and knelt down licking his lips. He began devouring my dripping wet pussy. I held onto his ginger hair like handles, bucking my hips and moaning, “Please don’t stop!” He teased me until I couldn’t handle any more. My pussy began squirting cum all in his mouth and down his chin. When he looked up at me, I smiled and said, “Now that’s what was missing!” “What do you mean?” he asked. “Well… what good is a ginger bread man without some glaze?”      

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