“Fun With Frosting.”[M/F, F; Fantasy, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Messy Sex, Masturbation]

*Originally submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/j2k42j/wp_when_a_succubus_set_up_a_cupcake_delivery/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Gahidus.*

*(All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+)*

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“Holy shit, Jenny! What the fuck happened to you!?”

Jenny flashed a smirking grin at her coworker as she shambled into the bakery, the metal door of the employees’ entrance clattering against its frame behind her. Her gait evidenced a slight hobble, her uniform was unevenly buttoned, a smear of white and bright pink slashed across one cheek, and more of the same color caked the frazzled mess that had been straight, shoulder-length black locks when she’d left for her delivery an hour ago…

“I, uh…” She almost laughed. “I had another *very* satisfied customer…”

“Satisfied, or *satisfying*?” The same coworker asked, earning a round of giggles from the rest of the kitchen staff as they continued rolling dough, filling pastries, and frosting cupcakes.

“Both.” Jenny admitted, still grinning as she squeezed past them. “I’m gonna go clean up.”

“Girl, we want details!”

“Later!” Jenny called back, turning down a short hallway and pushing into the break room.

The room was small, but that hadn’t stopped the girls at *Taste of Temptation Baked Goods* from making it fully functional.

Walking in, the far wall on the right was occupied by a soda machine and a sink, shelves for spare supplies overhanging it all, a mini-fridge and a microwave oven occupying almost all the counter space, a trash can tucked neatly away under the basin.

Directly ahead was a rack of small lockers in which the employees stashed most of their things during the workday. Jenny made a beeline for them, arriving at her own cubby within two strides, and deftly twisted the combination into her lock.

“You look like you had a good delivery.”

Jenny turned and resurrected her smug, mischievous grin.

To her left was a cheap card table and a compliment of metal folding chairs. Occupying one of those chairs was Susanna, the bakery’s proprietor, sitting with her back to the wall, her feet kicked up on the table, and balancing a small bowl of salad on her belly, absently picking at it with a plastic spork in one hand while she swiped away at her phone with the other thumb.

“Hey, *Boss Lady*!” Jenny greeted. “Yeah, you could say it *had a happy ending*…”

“It’s weird how I run a cupcake shoppe, and my employees are using massage parlor code-talk…”

“Well, if you’d prefer I skip the innuendos, I could tell you about how the customer I just came from sucked icing off my titties while fucking my brains out up against his front door…”

Susanna raised an eyebrow as she looked up from her phone.

“Did he really?”

“Want the details while I get changed?”

“Y’know, if you keep fucking every customer you deliver to, people’re gonna start thinking this place is a front for an escort service…”

“Susie, sweetie, we’re *Succubi*… People started thinking this place was a front for an escort service the moment you cut the ‘Grand Opening’ tape.”

“Fair enough. Give me the details.”

“Might take a hot minute.”

“Fuck it, I’m the boss; I’ll extend my own lunch break….”

Jenny laughed and set about unbuttoning her unevenly-buttoned shirt. She’d had to dress herself in a hurry after she *finished* her last delivery. As she worked her way up and slipped out of the company-logo emblazoned shirt, she found a few buttons missing… No doubt they were hiding somewhere in that customer’s carpet, or maybe under his couch…

“Well…” Jenny began as she stuffed the damaged button-up in her locker. “Started out just like any normal delivery. Drove to the address, got the receipt in order, made sure my pen had ink, yadda-yadda-yadda…”

“Mmm hmmm…” Susanna acknowledged through a mouthful of kale.

“Walk up to the guy’s door – real nice place up in one of those outskirts-y HOA neighborhoods – and knock a few times… This real tall, handsome older guy answers and apologizes for taking so long. I tell him it’s no big deal, ask if I’m at the right place, I am, yadda-yadda-yadda…”

“What did he look like?”

“Tall.”

“No shit… Seriously, though.”

“Like I said, he was older, but he was still in pretty good shape going by what I could see through the dress shirt and slacks he was done up in… Nice clean cut and beard, too; all of it salt n’ pepper.”

“Sounds like a professor I had in college.”

“He *totally* looked like a fucking professor!” Jenny gasped, turning to point at Susanna.

Turning back to her locker, she reached in and fumbled around, producing a fresh company shirt on a wire hanger and hanging it off the locker’s open door.

“Anyway, he had a big order, so he asked if I’d help him carry everything inside to where he wanted it…”

“You agreed to that? He could’ve been some kinda psycho!”

“Oh, please, we’re immortal and I *literally* just moved back here from *Hell* six months ago…”

“Again, fair point. Continue.” Susanna conceded, taking another bite of salad off her spork.

“Anyway,” Jenny continued, turning her back to Susanna and walking towards the sink. “I lead him back to my car and open the back seat… I lean in to get one of the boxes, and I can already *feel* him staring at my ass.”

“Ooooh… *Professor Cupcakes* liked those booty shorts your wearing, huh?”

“Y’know what? We’re gonna call him that, now, because I can’t remember his name… But, yeah, I turn back around and hand him a box, but it takes him a second to react cause his eyes are still on my waistline.”

Now standing in front of the sink, Jenny reached for a roll of paper towels occupying one of the few areas of open counter space, tearing a few sheets off.

“I asked him if he saw anything he liked. He got all flustered and apologized, knowing he just got caught.”

“Cute…”

“Mmm hmmm… I thought so…”

Twisting the tap, Jenny ran the folded-over paper towels under the faucet for a moment before turning it back off. Raising the damp pad to her face, she began to wipe off the streak of frosting that ornamented her cheek.

“So, while we were moving stuff into his house, I decided to flirt with him some more… Y’know, basic stuff; puff out my boobs, nibble my lip, wiggle my butt for him a little whenever I bent over for the next box…”

Nodding, Susanna sat up and deposited her salad – still half full – squarely on the card table.

“I can tell I’m getting to him, too, cause his face is bright red behind his beard and he’s starting to hobble a little bit… We finally get all the boxes in, I hand him the clipboard, have him sign the receipt, and turn around to leave…”

“I thought you said he-“

“He speaks up *just* as I put my hand on the doorknob…” Jenny interrupted Susanna. “And asks if I’d like a cupcake as a ‘thank you’ for being so helpful.”

Susanna raised an eyebrow again, this time with a look of incredulity.

“Yeah,” She snarked. “Let me tip this girl with one of the cupcakes she just delivered.”

“Oh, he did much more than *tip* me…”

Both women snorted trying – and failing – to contain an outburst of laughter.

“Anyway…” Jenny managed a few moments later, still chuckling. “As lame as it was, I accepted the offer and walked back into his living room while he opened one of the cupcake boxes and took two out. He walks over to me, hands me one and keeps the other for himself…”

Leaning down and tossing the expended wipe onto the trash can, Jenny straightened herself and withdrew another few sheets from the roll as she continued her story.

“He bites into his, but I’m not done having fun with him, yet, so I smile sweetly, put on my best *blowjob eyes*, and *lick* mine… as *slow* and *suggestively* as I fucking can…”

Susanna leaned over the table, bracing one elbow against it and propping her head up with the same hand, biting her lower lip, her eyes trained on Jenny.

“*And*?”

“*And he fucking loves it.*” Jenny whispered, looking over her shoulder with a smirk as she ran the new wad of paper towels under the faucet. “Before I know what hit me, I’m up against the door with his hands on my cheeks, in my hair, and his tongue halfway down my throat…”

“*Mmmm…*”

“I’m all over him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer… I can feel his cock through his pants, up against my thigh… Eventually I needed a breath so I push him back and *Professor Cupcakes* fucking *yanks* my shirt open!”

“*Oh, fuck*!” Susanna commented, her eyes heavy, her other hand invisible underneath the card table.

“It falls off me, I glare at him for a second and he goes white as a sheet… Starts stammering out an apology… Then I do *this*…”

Reaching down and plucking at the band around her ribs, Jenny peeled her sports bra upward.

Shrieking, suddenly, as the material snared around her face, caught on the tips of the two short, glossy black horns protruding from her hairline, she stumbled backwards into the counter.

Finally freeing herself from the wrinkle of elastic, Jenny stood there, bare-chested, flecks of pinkish frosting dotting and smeared across her breasts in places, as she eyed Susanna.

“*I’m*…” The proprietor managed to comment through a heavy sigh. “*I’m sure he enjoyed watching your underwear get caught on your horns*…”

“Shut up, it didn’t happen like that… I got my bra off and he just went for it again; grabbing my tits, kissing me, pushing me against the door… At that point, I was just as fucking horny as you are, now, so I grabbed his belt and almost ripped it off him…”

“*Hey*…” Susanna chided, her eyes still heavy, her voice still strained. “*With the shoppe up and running, now, I haven’t exactly had a lot of free time for dating*…”

“I’m busting your balls, Susie, keep going…”

“*You keep going*…”

“Huh?… Oh, right, so I got his belt off and I start working on his zipper, he gets wise to what I’m doing and grabs my hips, pulls my shorts and my panties halfway down my thighs in one go, and I barely even feel it happen…”

“*Impressive*…”

“I thought so, too. Must’ve had to give out a shitload of *A-pluses* to get that trick down… I get over my shock and finally manage to get his zipper open, though, and *he*. *Was*. *Fucking*. *Enormous*…”

Susanna’s only reply was an audible quickening of her breath.

“Neither of us can fucking wait anymore so I grab him and he’s inside me right then and fucking there and he feels *fucking incredible*… Like, I felt like he was gonna split me in half when he started moving… And then he takes his hands off my hips, without breaking his rhythm, and grabs my tits again…”

Grabbing at her own chest, Jenny made a point of squeezing one dark-pink nipple between two of her fingers.

“Just like this… And I look down and see pink and white frosting *fucking covering* my rack…”

“*H-how*…?”

“We both had cupcake frosting on our hands because, you know, we were eating cupcakes when he decided to jump my bones…” Jenny explained. “But this fucking guy somehow managed to wind up with *all* the frosting from his cupcake on his hands when he dropped it… That’s how it got in my hair, on my cheek, on my boobs…”

Taking her new damp paper towel bundle, she began wiping the evidence of her claim off.

“I was about to yell at him for making me *such a dirty girl*, but he was one step ahead of me again… His mouth was all over my chest and all I could do was balance there on my tiptoes while he pinned me to a hardwood door and rearranged my insides…”

Susanna let her head come to a rest on the card table, the hand which had been propping it up snaking beneath the table to join its counterpart, no doubt, as she fingered herself to Jenny’s story under her pencil skirt. Her eyes were screwed shut, now, though Jenny could barely see them behind the sheet of blond hair cascading over her face, and all she could manage was a half-strangled moan to indicate she wanted to hear more.

“I’m on cloud nine by this point… I’ve got this big, fat cock inside me, and this tall, handsome, distinguished looking guy mouthing my tits like he’s trying to lick up every last spot of frosting… Though…” Jenny paused, dabbing the another mote of that frosting off her bosom. “He didn’t exactly finish that job…”

Again discarding the paper towel in the waste basket, Jenny marched back over to her locker and set to rummaging through it again.

“I don’t know how long he was doing me like that, for… Could’ve been twenty minutes… Could’ve been an hour…”

She pulled on a fresh sports bra from somewhere within her locker.

“I didn’t care, though… Fuck making it back to work on time for my next delivery… Fuck the mess he just made of me… I just wanted him to keep fucking me…”

She buttoned up her new shirt, replacing It’s now empty hanger in the locker.

“I could barely move up against the door, but I kept clawing at his back… Kept squeezing my thighs together as he pumped into me… Just desperate for more of him, to feel him more…”

Pulling out a chair opposite of Susanna, Jenny sat down and smirked as her boss quivered in place.

“And he kept fucking me like a machine… Ramming that *big monster dick of his into my tight, wet little pussy like a fucking jackhammer*…”

“*Mmmmph*…” Susanna moaned.

“And you know what he said to me, then?…”

Susanna rolled her head from side to side.

“*Susie*… *You wanna know what he said to me*?…”

“*What?*” She hissed.

Jenny reached across the table, caressing Susanna’s cheek and coaxing her to lift her head up.

“Open your eyes, Susie…”

Susanna complied.

“He said…” Jenny tantalized, smirking down at her. “*Fucking*. *Cum*. *For*. *Me*. *Cupcake*….”

Reaching forward with her other hand, Jenny presented the last dollop of frosting she’d wiped from her breasts on the end of her index finger, and pressed it to Susanna’s lips.

The blonde eagerly opened her mouth, swirling her tongue around the intruding finger as she closed her eyes again, moaning as the sweetness of the frosting lit up her taste buds and an orgasm spasmed upwards and outwards from her shaking lap.

Jenny smiled watching her friend climax almost as hard as she had when *Professor Cupcakes* had smashed himself into her the last time.

Jenny couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Susanna go out for a night on the town, and, since formalizing her passion cupcake business and hiring a staff, she’d been too busy running the shoppe to run any “deliveries” herself… And, seriously, *a kale salad*!? Susie would definitely need something a bit more *carnal* to *really* feed her appetite…

Short of fucking her, herself, teasing her with all the raunchy details was the best way Jenny knew to fulfill that need for her business-addled boss.

Succubi fed off sexual energy, and, though it was no substitute for actually having a salt n’ pepper tryst fill her belly to the brim with hot, sticky cum and feeling it drip down her thighs, hearing about how Jenny *had* – and getting a taste of some situationally-charged cupcake frosting – would be enough to give Susanna a much needed boost…

“*Mmmwaaa-ahhh, fuck!*” Susanna squeaked out a moan, releasing Jenny’s finger.

“You okay, *Boss Lady*?”

“*Mmmm*…. Mmm… Y-Yeah… It’s just been a while…”

“I figured.”

“Thanks, Jen…”

“Welcome, Susie… Hey, you wanna hear the best part?”

“What’s that?” Susanna asked as she began regaining composure, her eyes fluttering open.

“Right after *Professor Cupcakes* became *Professor Creampie*, I hear a door open somewhere in the house…”

“There were other people there with him!?”

“Yep. All of the sudden, I see this older lady – about his age – come trotting into the living room, and she starts screaming her fucking head off…”

“Wait… Don’t tell me he was fucking married…”

Jenny smirked and nodded.

“You fucking *homewrecker*!” Susanna guffawed.

“I start hearing more voices,” Jenny continued, again trying to contain her laughter. “More people start flooding into the room, only to see this lady yelling at her husband as he’s scrambling to pull his pants back up… His face is still covered in frosting, and his dick is still at half-mast…”

“Holy fucking shit!”

“Right? I pulled up my panties, grabbed my shirt and bra and fucking booked it out the door; got dressed in the car and pulled out of the driveway so fast I’m pretty sure I left skid marks… Next red light I got to, I took a glance at the receipt…”

“Yeah?”

“The guy himself had placed the order for the cupcakes… *They were for his wife’s retirement party, so I’m pretty sure all those other people that saw us were her coworkers*!”

The two women burst out laughing again, this time carrying on for much longer, reveling in the schadenfreude of the situation.

“Ohhh, fuck, that poor lady was probably humiliated…” Susanna sobbed, giggling.

“Yeah… I think it’s safe to say we’re not going to be having them as repeat customers…” Jenny assented.

“Oh, fuck… Seriously, Jen, you gotta stop fucking customers like that… You’re gonna put us out of business…”

“Ah, c’mon, this was *absolute worst case scenario*… Y’know how many horny stoner frat guys order cupcakes two, three times a week just so they can ogle me?… Imagine how much profit we’d make if I started giving them head!”

“Okay… Okay… Just, seriously, though, at least be a little more professional. Give them your number instead of fucking them on the spot… Be more like Magdalena… I mean, when’s the last time she had sex on the clock?”

The break room door swung open, snapping both Susanna’s and Jenny’s attention away from their conversation.

Magdalena – Jenny’s redheaded fellow delivery girl – shambled into the room with a satisfied smirk tugging at one corner of her mouth.

As she made her way towards her locker, the two other women could see that only the top button of her work shirt was done, that a clump of lacy, hot-pink fabric protruded from one of her sweatpants’ pockets, that her hair was just as messy as Jenny’s, and that her cheeks were both caked with frosting…

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*(Questions, comments, constructive feedback always welcome! Hope you enjoyed the read!)*

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