Chapter 14

After decorating, Ms. Laura dragged me back up stairs. I couldn’t say I was thrilled by the constant jiggling as a walked around, but she definitely was. We made it to the kitchen and she started to direct me to where all of her ingredients were, along with the equipment needed to make the cookies.

She preheated the oven then found for me a bunch of cookie cutters. Most were of familiar Christmas shapes. Bow ties, candy canes, and Santa hats, but one caught my eye. It was the shape of a cock and balls. I smirked and she saw me.

“It’s because not everyone will be able to have the real thing in their mouth at the same time,” she said smiling, “have you made cookies before Johnny?”

I had helped my mom a few times in the kitchen, but it was mostly with clean up, licking the doe off the spoon.

“No ma’am,” I said shaking my head.

She walked up behind me and took one of my ass cheeks in each of her hands, “don’t worry dear. You’re in good hands.”

I followed her direction precisely. In a large mixing bowl she eventually had a thick doe. She then pulled out a bit of flour and splashed it on to the clean surface of her counter top.

I looked at her confused. Naked and being fondled by a woman, but mind of course was in the gutter. She must have picked up on what I was thinking.

“I need to find a good wife for you,” she laughed, “you’re hopeless in the kitchen and have a dirty mind. Pull out the doe and put it in in the flour. It’s so it won’t stick to the surface as you roll it flat.”

As she walked away to get the rolling pin she slapped me on the ass. Though I couldn’t see it I was sure she left a white hand print on my cheek. I rolled out the doe till she stopped me. Thin enough she started to cut out shapes and place them on a waiting pan. Once she filled the pan she had me ball up the doe and begin again.

We did it several times and I was even starting to have fun doing this. I almost forgot the sexual part of our activity. That was until the last pan was filled and in the oven. She set the timer for twenty minutes and got close to me.

“We got twenty minutes on the timer,” she turned around so her ass was against my growing cock, then placed her hands in the flour covered counter top, “let’s see what you can do in that time.”

I reached out and started to rub her round ass in painted on leather pants, “Yes Ma’am.”

On the clock, I wasn’t gonna waste time. I rolled down the leggings to reveal her brilliantly white bottom. I bent over to kiss it and hopefully give my cock time to wake up from its daze.

Her pussy smelled sweet and was already wet. I gave it a lick and attempted to penetrate her with my tongue. I was met with an impatient clearing of her throat and the strumming of her fingers on the table.

“Clock is ticking boy. You don’t want to burn the cookies do you?” she said mockingly.

Trying to obey her command, I stood back up and tried to force my cock into her opening. Still hardening and dry it wasn’t going in. I was starting to get embarrassed. She was now looking back at me with an indifferent look.

Blood finally filling my organ I backed out then attacked from a different angle. I almost stirred my cock in her juices to get it wet. After a slow pressure I felt something give, and I slid all the way in.

The mocking indifference in her face crumbed into one of satisfaction. I started to thrust slowly still gathering lubrication. As I picked up speed I let go of my cock and place my hand on her shoulder to better control the pace.

My thighs slapped against her ass with a satisfying smack as I set my pace. Ms. Laura started to moan. The repeated blows caused her heels to lose traction of the tile floors of the kitchen.

I felt her slip lower and saw her place her whole body on the counter. She may not have remembered it was covered in flour, but she also may not have cared. I kept going.

Every rhythmic pump I gave caused the bells on my harness to jiggle. After a while I even started to time sync my thrusts to the tune of jiggle bells. When Ms. Laura picked up on what I was doing she started to laugh. I quickly silenced her by picking up speed.

She started to pant. Then I notice she was having difficulty with her footing again. She pushed me back and started to quickly remove the tight pants. When I saw what she was doing I helped her take them off and hoist her up so she would be sitting on the counter.

I readjusted and found her pussy again. No sooner did I penetrate, but she pulled me in with my leash for a deep kiss. When it was done I realized I was not covered in flour too. She smiled. Clearly it was her intention.

I didn’t care. I started to thrust again and soon I had her moaning in delight. I picked my tempo up, trying desperately to get her to climax, while I resisted the feeling myself. Caught up in the moment I was startled by a loud buzz.

Before I caught on to what it was Ms. Laura pushed me away, “those are the cookies.”

She walked over covered in the white powder. She then clicked off the oven and donned mitts to grab the pan. There was something about a woman dressed in a corset, oven mitts, and nothing else, which turned me on even more.

As she bent over to grab the pan she waggled she smooth flour covered cheeks at me in an invitation. I tried walking over to finish what we had started but she quickly turned around placing the hot pan between us.

“Times up Johnny,” she said smirking, “you couldn’t get it done in the time you were allotted. You don’t get any more.”

“I’m sorry ma’am,” I apologized.

“Position one!” she quickly snapped.

I dropped to the floor and assumed by default position.

“Look at you, look at me. We’re both a mess and so is the kitchen,” she looked at the clock, “My guests are going to be her soon. I need to change again and redo my makeup. You need to clean up this kitchen then shower again.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied.

“Make sure you shave to,” she added, “did you bring the Nair?”

“I did ma’am,” I wondered about the bottle of hair dissolving cream.

“Okay good. Make sure you are baby smooth. Then put the harness, collar, and tag back on. Then meet me in the study again,” she paused, thinking about how long it all might take, “be ready by five.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said absorbing my instructions.

“Good boy,” she collected her discarded pants, “you are going to be the life of the party tonight!”

Finally she left for upstairs and her room. I stood up and surveyed the mess. Flour was everywhere and I was gonna need a mop.