Naked Baker

I was just fresh out of college and had recently bought my own small bakery. It had always been my dream since i used to bake as a young girl with my grandma but unfortunately she passed away last year. When she passed she left me quite a sizeable inheritance which i wasn't expecting as she was quite modest and no one realised she had money. When i asked my mom how she became so wealthy she told me pops was a banker and made some good investments when he was younger combined with their modest life their bank accounts just grew.

After leaving college where i studied bakery and with my new money i found a small bakery in town with an apartment upstairs to live. After going to look at it i fell in love and my imagination was flowing. I was picturing how i would decorate the place and all the cakes, pastries and breads that i would make. The place was going to be integral worthy. Upstairs the apartment was pretty small, just one small bedroom, bathroom and an open kitchen and living room but it was all i needed so i put in an offer later that day.

A couple of weeks later i had my offer accepted and a week later i got the keys. The first couple of weeks were quite tough with painting, decorating and getting the kitchen up and running. The apartment wasn't really a priority so it just got some basic furniture from Ikea which i threw together on the first day so i had somewhere to live. I worked really hard as the summer was approaching fast and as it was the Hamptons it was when i would need to make money as the winter season is much quieter.

The bakery was all set up in pink with lots of flowers and a couple of nice metal french cafe style tables and chairs out front for my customers. The place looked perfect in the warm sunshine as i looked at my achievement that i had managed in only three weeks of fifteen hour days which was behind me or so i thought.

The next few days i prepared for opening, getting permits, hiring a couple of staff and doing some advertising in the local community. Emma and Penny were locals to the area that i had seen before back in school but they were four or five years below me but they were looking for a summer job and seemed pretty sensible and capable of serving at the counter. It wasn't exactly rocket science but i still had to give them a bit of training as it was their first job.

The night before opening i prepared everything in advance so that when i started at five in the morning i would just have to put everything in the oven then out on display when ready leaving me to train once the doors opened. The opening day went off without any problems and within a couple of hours we got into the swing of things and the customers were very complementary about the place. They were saying it was nice to see the place back up and running and the display looked amazing which filled me with such joy and a bit reassurance for the future.

At the end of the day we were exhausted and their was quite a bit of left overs as i had over prepared due to not knowing how much to make but most of it had a few days shelf life so it didn't really matter. After we cleared down i sent the girls home and started on my prep work for the next day which was much easier as everything was now set up just right and i had a lot less than the previous night.

A couple of hours later i headed upstairs and jumped in the shower as i was hot, sweaty and covered in cake mix, flower and all sorts. The shower was refreshing and i felt all my muscles relax as the warm water flowed down me washing away all my worries. It felt like i was only in there for a short while but when i got out and checked my phone it was actually a half hour. I dried myself off and headed to the kitchen.

It was now eight at night and i hadn't eaten so i raided the fridge and found some soup i made a couple of days ago so i put it in a pot and put it on the stove. Still butt naked from the shower i had gotten used to having my own place and not needing to get dressed as it was hot and a lot more comfortable without. All the windows in the apartment were on the sloping roof so no one could see in and to see out i had to stand on my tippy toes. Before long the soup was boiling away so i dished it up and went and sat at my little corner table which was just big enough for me. After i was done i set my alarm and headed off to bed. Sleeping naked was weird at first but it felt so nice with the fresh bedsheets agents my skin i can't sleep any other way anymore. It is strange how in only a few weeks you can change some things that you have done your whole life.

The next morning, well at five am more like still the night my alarm went off. I had slept in slightly and to be able to get everything ready on time for opening the ovens should have been on and heating up already. Jumping out of bed and without thinking i ran over to the door and down the narrow staircase that lead down to the bakery kitchen. Once i got half way down the stairs i realised i was still in my birthday suit and i paused. As much as i felt comfortable in the apartment naked i wasn't an exhibitionist or anything like that and it didn't feel right. looking around i knew the place was empty and their was no window so i just thought i had came this far what's the big deal. It only took a few seconds to run round the three ovens and turn them on to heat up and start the extractor fan then i headed back upstairs to get dressed.

As i was getting dressed i realised i slightly enjoyed the little rush i got, it was similar to the one i felt the first time i got naked in the apartment a few weeks ago. Once i was dressed and tied my hair up in a bob i headed back down to put the first batch of bread and pastries in the oven. They were already ready made up to just put straight in the ovens so it only took a few seconds before i could go back upstairs to get some breakfast. As i was waiting on my portage to heat up i felt myself get pretty horny and my hand seemed to wonder down my pants and start rubbing my clit as i stood in the kitchen staring off into space.

Once the portage was ready it was put in a bowl and along with my coffee i headed to my little dining table in the corner. As i was sitting there i put on a little porn on my phone to masterbate as i ate breakfast. Before long breakfast was finished and my pants were down so i could finish myself off and clear my head before work. Rubbing a lot harder now until a few moments later it hit me. That nice burning pleasure emitting from my crotch. As soon as i composed myself i cleared up and washed before heading down to get the rest of my work done before the girls came in and the doors opened to the world.

The day ran smoothly and the girls had become much faster at serving so much so that once the lunch rush began to settle down i could head into the kitchen to do my prep for the next day. Every now and then i would pop my head out to check on them or give them instructions but they were fine anyway. The day went so smooth that i was done for five thirty, closed down and away to get clean and feed myself.

Next morning I didn't hesitate to go down and turn on the ovens without bothering to get dressed. Without the fans on at night the residual heat made the kitchen absolutely roasting hot. I then headed back upstairs. Going through my usual morning routine then heading back down to put the bread and pastries on. This morning i had to do a batch of cakes and to top up the cake stock so i got on with mixing the batter. Working in the kitchen in the early mornings was the worst with the heat as it took the fans a couple of hours to get the temperature down to a more comfortable level. All sweaty as it would be a couple of hours before the girls came in i took my top off to help myself cool down. I was clean and completely shaven so there wasn't any hygiene issues.

Working topless felt weird for the first wee while but i soon got used to it and i set an alarm a half hour before anyone else was due in just to be safe. The early morning went smoothly and i covered back up on time just before i took the fresh trays of product out front. As i was putting the loafs of bread in the display baskets Penny appeared a little early and she helped as soon as she got in the door. The next few days followed this routine that had become established.

The following week business was booming and we were a lot busier now that all of the seasonal residents and vacationers had began to fill up the town. My routine stayed the same and it got much easier as i could plan my time and work more efficiently and the girls became more independent freeing me up to stay in the kitchen more. In the early mornings i had became so comfortable that when i woke up i just went down and got to work strait away with just an apron round my waist for hygiene. I didn't even bother to go back up for breakfast, just ate as i worked. One morning i was feeling a bit silly and decided with some extra bread dow to make a booby bread by moulding the doh on my tits and baking it in the oven on a separate tray. It was quite funny and i had it for my lunch up in the apartment.

The whole summer was a massive success and the the three of us had a great time. On top of that the bank balance looked pretty healthy towards the end of the season as the town started to quiet down. As there wasn't so much work the girls reduced their hours which suited them as they both were doing online courses at college.

Everything was looking not toad for a few more months but as the colder weather hit we had a few winter storms which made things a bit worse. I had budgeted for the winter but by January my finances were not where i predicted and budgeted for. Not wanting to cut costs or make any sacrifices on the service or quality. The customers were well off and very particular about what they got and if any bad word got out i would be done for. Thinking it over at night i explored any other things i could do but i was limited as i was here every day, all day. I knew one of my old college friends had started a fans-only and she claimed to enjoy it and was making a decent amount. I thought about it for a couple of weeks before deciding to dip my toes.

On a Monday night once the bakery had been shut down and the girl went home for the night i headed up to the apartment with a plan in my head. I had already set up an account and tonight i was going to record my first bit of content to post. On the settings when i set it up it had the option to geo block where i lived so no one local will see it which gave me a little comfort.

Fresh out the shower i dolled myself up and got a skimpy outfit from my college days and put it on. Pulling out my computer and camera and setting it up on my little breakfast table in the corner pointing towards the floor. After grabbing my new toys that i had got lust for this out from under my bed, i tried them out the preceding nights. I turned the camera on and walked into view and sat on the floor. Having watched quite a bit of porn, for research you know. I started going full bimbo mode, sucking at this not too shabby dildo, looking at the camera. Saying the cheesiest lines like do you like that and do you want to see my nice wet cunt ooh yea. Cheesy but effective.

After a couple of minutes of that i took my top and skirt off, sat up on my knees and rubbed my pussy with it. Still reciting the same cheesy porn lines i pulled my panties to the side and started to rub my pussy, Slowly at first as i had learned to build up to the main event and not to fast looks better on camera. Next the bra came off, not that the little lace thing was doing much to cover me up anyway. putting the dildo down to free up my hand to play with my tits. They weren't anything amazing but a good handful which was fine. Panties came off next as i sat back down, legs spread for the camera.

Rubbing away at my pussy it felt good but i wasn't getting off like i normally wood as my mind was so focused on performing to the camera. After a few more minutes i grabbed the dildo gave it one last suck before shoving it up my pre lubricated cunt. It slid straight past my tight ring deeper than i had planed with a bit of a jab to my stomach which made me loose my rhythm but i got it back in no time. Pounding away and talking to the camera for a few more minutes then i sat it on the wooden floor and straddled it. Bouncing up and down until my timer which sat next to the camera read nine minutes. According to my research guys only spent nine to ten minutes at a time watching porn so there was no point really going over that. At that point i was still not that excited as i would have been if i was doing it for myself but i had watched plenty to make a big fake orgasm on camera. I suddenly started to moan loudly, stop bouncing a squeeze my legs together as if i couldn't handle it.

After all of that i spilled to the camera before turning it off. It didn't take me long to download it onto my computer, edit a little and post it before i lost my nerve. The next few several nights this became my routine, changing it up each time. Some nights i would change dildos and vibrators or outfits to start in. After a while once it became routine i tried doing it in different rooms and interacting with my handful of fans.

On interacting with my fans they requested a live session. Not too sure about it i watched a couple of other creators to see what they did. It looked easy enough, just strip and have some banter with them, i can do that. So i put a message on my account to announce it for the following Monday evening.

When the evening came round i got everything prepared and set up in my living room. For this i decided to dress down a bit and make it a bit friendlier setting for my fans as if they were in my home with my just chilling out together. Sitting in my onesie with nothing underneath which i sometimes wore when i was cold anyways i waited for the live to begin.

Once it started one by one my fans started to log in to the chat to watch and talk to me. The conversation started quite slow, show us your tits, play with your toys etc. some of them wanted to know a bit more about me which i found quite engaging and could kill some time. I talked about my college days and what my kinks were. They wanted to know pretty much everything that i liked to do to myself and naturally played up to it. After not long they thought i was a twenty four sex maniac that played with myself constantly. I wish i could but the conversation moved on to what i do when I'm not doing fans-only. I told them i was a baker during the day which took them by surprise.

Prove it then go bake a cake one of the comments said. I laughed as i read it out like what was i meant to do just get up and go bake a cake in the middle of the chat? Yes, do it do it do it came the messages in the chat. Laughing to myself i thought it would be the easiest time waster ever, i could even get a head start on tomorrow's tasks as i had to make three chocolate cakes in the morning. One of the comments read i'll pay you one hundred dollars to bake a cake and sit on it. By that point i was in stitches at how silly the night was becoming.

Grabbing my camera and going down stairs butt naked and laughing to myself the chat seemed to be along for the ride. I sat the camera and my laptop on the counter and put my apron on. They didn't like the apron but i needed it for hygiene. For the next hour and a bit i mixed up the cake batter, put it in tins then into the oven. As they were baking i put on a little dildo show for them in the kitchen which kept them amused. That night i had a couple of glasses of wine to give me more confidence but maybe a little too much as now i was actually having fun. What have i turned in to? Naked, baking, playing with dildos on camera in front of two dozen people all in the kitchen at work.

Once the cakes had baked i pulled them out of the oven and onto the cooling rack for the next twenty minutes before putting the three i needed for the morning in the store fridge. The other one i brought onto the counter in front of the camera and asked them what to do with it. They said it needed decorating so i reached into the drawer and pulled out some frosting and some sprinkles and started to decorate it. As i was a bit tipsy at this point it wasn't my best work but they found it funny then the guy from earlier piped up to sit on it, his offer still stands. I hesitated for a second and thought about it. A hundred bucks just to sit on a cake, that would be the easiest money i had ever made. Pay up and i'll do it i replied and a few seconds later on my screen lit up. Donation One hundred dollars. Shit he was serious and at that i climbed up onto the counter straddled the cake, closed my eyes and without hesitation i dropped straight down onto it.

It was the most disgusting sensation i have ever felt. Cake between my cheeks, up to my ass hole and into my pussy which was pretty loose from the dildo play earlier. Trying to keep a pretty strait face i smiled to the camera and asked what they wanted me to do to finish off the night. Cover your tits and lick it off. Oh god like this hasn't got too far already sitting on a cake in the middle of the kitchen i am going to have to work in in the morning. If it means i can finish for the night and can go clean up then why not as i put my hand between my legs and grabbed a big handful of cake and smearing it all over my body and tits. Once i had done that i looked at the camera as i grabbed my right tit and pulled it up to my mouth and put out my tongue and licked it off. After that i said my good byes to by now over fifty fans that had joined in and turned the camera off.

Back to the being completely myself and a complete mess and thinking what the fuck have i done. Cake still up my arse and pussy and the kitchen a mess i felt disgusting so i climbed down off the counter and headed up for a shower to clean myself off. Once i was clean i came back down and cleaned up the mess that was the kitchen. How was i going to be able to work with the memory of what i had done on that counter. Never mind that was a problem for another day and i headed off to bed.

For the next few weeks this routine carried on and the video of me sitting on a cake seemed to build up my profile of fans-only so that was nice. The money from it also went up so my bank manager was happy. The only people that were not completely happy were my fans that demanded more cake content. With a bit of thought as i was baking particle naked in the mornings anyway i thought how about i just set up a couple of cameras around the room to film me. I put a couple facing me at my work station from a couple of different angles and one on the floor behind looking up at my pussy. It was the easiest videos i ever made just filming myself doing what i would be doing anyway and make sure it was all put away before anyone else came in.

Every now and then i would get a video request for a cake sitting which i started selling on my store for a set amount. I even charged extra for writing their name on the cake. I never got used to the feeling of getting my orifices stuffed with cake and it always made me feel disgusting but by the money more than made up for it. My set up improved as well by having my camera set up with a plastic sheet for the mess and nearer the shower for the clean up.

This got me through to the summer and the bakery started to become profitable again. How i managed to get away with all the things i did without getting caught was a mystery to me. I never gave up my fans-only and after a while i even started to enjoy it. Engaging with my fans made it more bearable along with the money which seemed to go up month after month. After several years of putting the extra money away in an investment account i was able to hire more staff and reduce my workload. That is how i started my business and became a naked baker.