Red Velvet Cake Ch. 01

"... So we did very well in Q3, and we're looking strong for Q4 as well. If revenues bear out as forecasts indicate, I'm very excited for our growth in the new year."

Abby took a sip of her wine and smiled, trying her best to seem interested while David, her date, droned on about his work. He was trying to seem important and impressive. He was succeeding in nothing other than boring her to tears.

Abby was a twenty-three year old beauty, dressed to kill. She wore bright red stiletto heels on her dainty feet, and her long, sculpted legs were bare. A tight red cocktail dress rose up high on her thighs, leaving them enticingly exposed. The fabric clung to every curve of her hourglass figure. The dress was low-cut, and left her deep cleavage spilling over the top. Her long, wavy blonde hair hung down over her back and shoulders, which were likewise exposed. She had sparkling blue eyes and plump, thick lips, on which she wore matching bright red lipstick. A small diamond bunny pendant hung invitingly between Abby's high, round breasts. She had recently been named Playboy's Miss September, and she would be on the cover and centerfold of the upcoming issue.

Her date, David, was a man in his fifties. He was balding, gray-haired and portly, and his asymmetrical face was marred by a large and bulbous nose which betrayed his fondness for drink. Frankly, he disgusted Abby. But David was a powerful Hollywood producer. Her agent had advised her he had a lot of power over which young actresses got juicy roles. Abby knew she had to capitalize on the brief window of fame that the Playboy cover would offer. So here she was, having dinner with David in an exclusive LA restaurant, L'Atelier.

Abby gasped, her doe eyes briefly widening, when she felt David reach out under the table, his sweaty palm pressing up against her bare thigh and squeezing.

"So, as I was saying, if all goes well, I could definitely see us having something for you next year. Maybe a supporting role? Or maybe a starring one. We'll have to see how well you convince me."

David chuckled lewdly to himself. His eyes were openly roaming over Abby's comely, buxom body.

She quickly regained her composure. Giggling, Abby raised one hand to play with her hair and moved her shoulders together, deepening her cleavage. She leaned forward slightly to give David a better view.

"Oh that's like, so exciting! You're like really important and stuff, huh?"

Abby put on her best ditzy bimbo act, watching David watch her. As gross as she found him, it gave her a sense of satisfaction to see how easily she had him wrapped around her finger. His eyes were locked on the deep cleavage of her large breasts, and he licked his lips openly.

"Oh yes, Abby. I'm a very important man. So, should we get the check?"

Abby batted her eyes and smiled. She had him right where she wanted him.

"Well like, maybe in a little bit? I'm still finishing my drink. Besides, I wanted to hear more about that like, movie you said I might be in? It's like so cool hearing about your job!"

Abby let her gaze linger for a moment on David's lips before raising them up to his eyes, skillfully creating the impression that she wanted to be kissed. Nothing could be further from the truth. But this was Hollywood, and she knew she had to play the game if she wanted to make it far.

David looked momentarily crestfallen, but regained his composure.

"Sure, baby. What do you want to hear about?"

"Pardon, Mademoiselle?"

Abby looked up, and sucked in her breath. The man standing before her was gorgeous. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with thick, tousled black hair and a sexy five o'clock shadow. The double breasted jacket and houndstooth pants he wore marked him as the restaurant's chef. His lean, aquiline face had a wolfish look, and his dark eyes were watching Abby hungrily. He smiled. She felt a moist spot between her legs. Abby giggled in spite of herself, forgetting David in a moment.

"Uhm, hi?"

"Bonjour. I am Jean-Luc, the chef here at L'Atelier. Before the lovely couple receives their bill this evening, I wanted to introduce myself. And to inquire if your meal was perfectly up to expectations?"

Abby giggled again. She felt her cheeks going slightly flush.

"Oh wow, that's like so nice of you! Yes, everything was like, totally wonderful!"

Jean-Luc smiled more widely. His hungry look, and the open desire with which he was looking at Abby, was making her wetter by the second. David's hand squeezed more firmly on her thigh. She reached down, batting him away without thinking.

"I am so pleased to hear. I had hoped also that I might tempt the mademoiselle to try one of our signature desserts?"

David's eyes looked down toward his waist. Abby bit her lower lip, grinning. She knew exactly what she'd like to try. Her blue eyes made their way slowly down across Jean-Luc's body, taking their time drinking in every inch of him. In front of him, just before his crotch, he held a silver tray covered in a cloche. Abby had been so preoccupied looking at him that she was noticing it for the first time. She glanced back up at Jean-Luc's face, giggling again. He chuckled back. Their mutual gaze told each the other was fully aware of the double entendre.

"Hmmm. I guess I could be tempted. After all, you've tasted so good tonight."

Abby's tits jiggled enticingly when she laughed at her mistake before correcting herself.

"I mean, the food you made for us has tasted so good."

Jean-Luc took hold of the cloche, removing it from the tray. Abby's eyes widened when she saw what was on it.

"Oh... it's so... big..."

For all the world to see, it looked like an ordinary slice of red velvet cake, if a large one. Yet the moment Abby had laid eyes on it, it was as if a trance had come over her. It looked delicious. No, it looked like the most delicious slice of cake she had ever seen. The rich red layers appeared spongy and moist. But it was the frosting that particularly drew her attention. It was so thick, so creamy, so white. Abby could feel saliva pooling in her mouth. She swallowed, licking her luscious lips.

Jean-Luc chuckled.

"Would the Mademoiselle like to taste?"

"Please... I want to taste it..."

Abby's voice was husky and absent. She was breathing heavily, her date entirely forgotten. Her wide eyes were fixed on the cake. Jean-Luc lifted a fork that lay on the side of the plate. Abby moaned softly when he plunged it through the surface of the slice, scooping off a large piece topped in a thick layer of white, creamy frosting.

He turned the fork toward Abby, raising it to her mouth.

"Uhm, excuse me?" David asked. Neither Abby nor the chef responded, or even acknowledged that he'd spoke.

Abby leaned forward, pressing her breasts together and giving Jean-Luc a clear view down the front of her dress. Her eyes looked up at him obediently. He nodded, giving her permission. She parted her red lips, her mouth moving exaggeratedly over the extended fork.

"Mmmmmmmmm....."

Abby moaned, hollowing her cheeks and closing her eyes as she drew her lips back slowly over the metal instrument, slurping up the delectable dessert. It was like nothing she had ever tasted. Her mind was hazy, thoughts fleeing. She was barely aware that she had come here with David, a man who had power over her future career. She could think of nothing but the sweet, sinful flavor in her mouth.

"Wow... that was amazing..." Abby said breathily, raising a hand to fan herself.

Jean-Luc grinned his wolfish grin.

"I am so glad mademoiselle is pleased. Would you like more?"

"Oh, yes..."

They continued that way for long minutes. Jean-Luc fed Abby, bit by bit, the entire slice. A pall fell over the restaurant as more and more people at each table turned to watch. The din of evening diners turned to awkward silence. The restaurant rang only with the sound of Abby's lewd, pornographic slurps and moans as she savored bite after bite of rich red cake.

Finally, it was over. Abby sighed to herself as she swallowed down the last of the slice, her plump lips smacking together. Her face was flush red. She opened her eyes, fixing them on Jean-Luc.

"Wow..."

"The Mademoiselle has enjoyed her dessert?"

"Ohh... yes..."

"This makes me so happy. The gentleman will please allow me to say that tonight's meal has been on the house. We will hope to see you again soon."

His dark eyes returned to Abby's, giving her one last hungry glance. Then he turned his back, striding gracefully back toward the kitchen. Abby whimpered as she watched him go, pouting sexily.

"Abby..."

She turned to her date. David was furious, his face beet red. He had been embarrassed in front of the entire dining room.

Abby spoke quickly, cutting him off before he had a chance to lay in to her.

"Do you like, want to go back to my apartment?"

*****

*Crash!*

The door to Abby's fashionable, if small, West Hollywood one-bedroom flew open, slamming against the wall. Abby stumbled in to the room, her arms still wrapped around David's neck. She was pulling her lithe, curvy body against him and their licks were locked in a lustful kiss.

"Mmmmmm...."

Abby moaned in David's mouth, her tongue wrestling with his as he reached back behind him to close the door. Her hands detached from his neck, reaching down to the hem of her cocktail dress, hiking it up her thighs. Her round, pert butt cheeks bounced and jiggled when they were freed from the constrictive fabric. Abby was wearing a pair of small, lacy panties, their fabric bright red to match her outfit.

"Ohhh, David...."

David's lips were on Abby's neck. He had one hand wrapped tightly around her waist, pressing her against him. The other was pulling down at the front of her dress. Abby's large, round breasts bounced free. She hadn't been wearing a bra. David moaned when he placed his palm on one of them, squeezing. Her buttery, abundant flesh overflowed his fingers, spilling out of his hand. He paused for a moment, squeezing and playing with her tits, teasing her nipples in his fingers.

"Ohhhh David!"

The producer's lips had moved to Abby's bust, licking and suckling at her nipples. Had they always been this sensitive? They felt like they were on fire in his mouth. Her head was hazy, and she felt hot. She began to pant and moan as David feasted on her breasts.

"Ohhhhh...."

His hand was sliding across her toned, flat stomach. Then it was between her legs. His fingers slide inside her panties. She was soaking wet. One, then another, pressed inside, parting her tight walls.

"Oh yes... David yes!!"

Abby tossed her head back, her long blonde hair hanging behind her. She parted her red lips in an 'O', a long moan escaping her throat as his fingers began to work forward and back inside her. She pushed her hips against him, bucking on his hand.

"Ohh god I'm so wet... it feels so goooooood...."

They stood there for a moment, David licking and sucking at her tits while his fingers worked roughly at her sopping kitty. She dug her fingernails in to his back, hips shaking as she moaned and squealed.

"David ooooooohhh ohh David... go... go sit down. I want to suck your cock."

The older producer didn't need to be told twice. He removed his lips from Abby's breast and his hand from between her legs, already undoing his belt with one hand. She took him by the other, leading him in to the living room and directing him to sit down on the couch. His pants fell to his ankles as he reclined back, spreading his legs. Abby dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching in to his boxers and pulling out his penis.

"Oh... it's really big..."

It was anything but. David's cock was pathetic, skinny and barely five inches long. His untrimmed pubes were as gray as the thinning hair on his head. Abby didn't care. She was so horny it barely mattered. David gulped audibly when she closed her eyes and parted her lips, leaning forward and diving between his legs.

"Ohhh Abby!! You do that so much better than my wife!"

"Mmmmmm!!!"

Abby squealed in eager agreement, her head bobbing fast up and down over David's crotch. His penis had only been about three-quarters erect, and it got slightly larger in Abby's mouth as she lashed her tongue across it, her tightly wrapped lips moving up and down along its length. David reached down, resting his hand in her soft hair.

"You're gonna go oooohhh a long way in show business, baby!"

Abby moaned her assent, her mouth full of hard dick. She brought one hand up to rest on David's thigh, stabilizing herself. The other wrapped around his balls, juggling and massaging them while she sucked.

"Ohhh good girl... just like that baby... play with my balls while you suck me..."

Abby's mind was a blur. Even as she sucked and slurped at David's cock, all she could think of was Jean-Luc. His wolfish, predatory grin. The way he had undressed her with his eyes. And that cake. Oh, that delicious cake...

She removed her hand from David's thigh, reaching down between her legs to strum at her clit. Her head was bobbing faster and faster, up and down in his lap. He moaned, tossing his head back, basking in the oral attention of the gorgeous centerfold that was decades his junior.

"Ohhhh Abbbbbbby...."

A lewd chorus of lustful licking and slurping was emanating from David's lap. Thick ropes of drool leaked from Abby's lips, running down the length of his shaft and bathing his balls. They shone brightly in the dim light of the apartment.

Abby raised her head, holding just the tip of David's prick between her lips. Running her tongue around it in one last circle, she released him with a pop.

"Do you want to fuck me? I want you to fuck me."

"Oh god, yes!"

Abby was off her knees in a flash, climbing up in to David's lap. Straddling him, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his penis, guiding it up between her warm, smooth thighs as she lowered herself down.

"Ohhh Abby!!"

"Ohhhh yes fuuuuck meee!!!"

Her hands were splayed against David's chest for support, and her breasts and hair began to bounce up and down as Abby ground herself back and forth, up and down along his dick, riding him.

"Ohhhh David! Fuck me David!!"

David leaned forward, licking and sucking at Abby's pink nipples as her big boobs bounced, slapping back and forth across his face. He moaned, reaching behind to squeeze tightly with both hands on her plump, curvy ass. The couch was rocking back and forth against the floor now, Abby bouncing faster and faster on the stiff dick inside her. The entire apartment rang with her whorish moans, loud enough to disturb the rest of anyone unlucky enough to be sleeping nearby.

"Abby... you're so fucking tight!!"

"Ohhhh stretch me out, David! Stretch that pretty pink pussy with your big hard COCK OHHHH!!!"

*Smack!*

David's hand came down swiftly on Abby's ass, round and juicy flesh recoiling beneath his blow.

"Oh yes spank me, spank me like a slut!!!"

*Smack! Smack!*

David continued to rain down blows on her curvy cheeks. Red marks were beginning to appear on Abby's soft and creamy skin.

"Ohhhh god yeeeessss!! I want to be a star daddy! Make me a star!!"

"Oh you are baby! You are a star!!"

"Take me to the bedroom!!"

David gripped tightly on Abby's thigh, one hand reaching up around her to press her body against his. She yelped when he stood, raising her up in to the air. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her long legs linked behind his waist as he began to walk toward the bedroom, the busty blonde still bouncing on him.

"Yes daddy!!! Ohhh god yes fuck me like a little slut, make me bounce on it while you carry me around my apartment MMMMPPPHHH!!"

David cut her off, pressing his lips to hers and embracing her in a hungry kiss. She squealed and moaned as his tongue dove down her throat. They had reached the bedroom now, and David threw the door open, carrying her inside and laying her on her back on the bed. Abby's long, centerfold legs were stuck high in the air, swaying back and forth while the older man rutted and thrusted inside her.

He began to moan, breathing heavily. His hips were pushing faster against her now, slapping against her thighs and filling the room with the clap clap claps of her ass, smacking back and forth beneath him. Abby broke their kiss, her lips parting in a long scream of sexual bliss. Her sapphire eyes rolled back in her head and she dug her nails hard in to David's back, drawing a few small drops of blood. The bed was smashing and crashing against the wall behind them, and Abby's big tits were bouncing back and forth against David's chest. Her body began to quake, her hips shaking beneath his.

"David! OOOOHHHHHH DAAAAAAVID!!!!"

Abby squealed and screamed, pulling her tight, nubile body against the producer's, orgasm overtaking her.

"Abby... you're gonna make me fucking cum Abby!!"

"Ohhhh yes cum for me David!! Cum on my face! I want all your dirty fucking cum on my slutty face!!!"

Abby would have shocked herself if she were not lost in a reverie of whorish abandon. She had let men finish on her face before, but she had never enjoyed it, and had certainly never asked for it. But her mind was elsewhere. As she lay beneath her lover, legs spread and body writhing, sluttish moans tearing her throat, she was thinking of red velvet cake, and of thick, creamy white frosting.

David pulled out from between Abby's legs, climbing up her body and straddling her chest. With one hand he reached to squeeze and knead at an ample breast. The other sped up and down his shaft, his balls dancing and jumping as he jerked himself off, his prick pointing in Abby's face.

"Oh yes give it to me! Give me all your hot fucking cum!! Just fucking frost me David!!!"

"ABBBBYYYYY!!!!!!!"

David tossed his head back, scrunching his eyes shut and crying out. Abby parted her lips, closing her eyes and extending her tongue just in time for the first thick rope that shot from the tip of David's penis to squirt in to her waiting mouth. She squealed, gyrating her hips beneath him and reaching up to grip his ass with both hands. The second rope landed across her cheek. Hot seed dripped down her chin and landed on her breasts, running in to her cleavage and across the playboy pendant she still wore. The third cable of hot cum came down on her forehead, thick sperm dribbling in to her golden hair and across her pretty blue eyes.

"Mmmmmmmmm......"

Abby lay back in the pillows, her body still writhing. She ran her fingers across her face, scooping up spent semen. Then she stuck them down her throat, her cheeks hollowing as her lips pressing tightly down around her knuckles, savoring salty spunk.

David fell back on his hips, breathing heavily.

"You definitely have star quality, kiddo. I think we can find you a leading role."

Abby giggled, pearly cum dripping from her scarlet lips. Her fingers reached up, wrapping around his penis and drawing it toward her face.

"I'm like, so glad you think so! Now, let's get you cleaned up..."

David moaned, Abby's lips settling snugly around his softening cock.

"Ohhh, Abby..."

*****

The bell above the door to the bakery rang out, announcing Abby's arrival. It was August in Los Angeles, but she wore a heavy London fog coat. She was sweaty beneath it, and she adjusted it as she came in. It was pulled tight across her, and felt uncomfortably snug.

She didn't remove her large sunglasses as she approached the counter, but the young man at the register recognized her, and gave her a friendly smile. The bakery was just down the block from her apartment, and she was a regular.

"Oh, hi Abby, how's it going today?"

"Uhm, I'm good." Abby replied. She sounded hurried, and was slightly out of breath.

"Getting your usual today?"

"Yes please!"

Abby's reply was a little too quick, betraying her excitement. He chuckled slightly.

"Sure thing! One slice of red velvet cake, coming up!"

Abby watched wide eyed from behind her shades as he reached in to the cooler, selecting a large slice of cake and beginning to box it up for her. She chewed at her lower lip, feeling her mouth water. She moaned softly to herself, then sucked in her breath, afraid he may have heard her. He didn't seem to have.

"Okay, one slice, all set to go! Anything else today?"

"No! No, just the cake, please!"

He chucked again.

"Okay, Abbey. That's $5.99."

She reached in to a pocket of her coat, pulling out a crumpled ten dollar bill. Abby's hand was shaking as she passed it across the counter.

"Thanks so much! Keep the change!"

She grabbed the box greedily and turned, hurrying out the door. The cashier watched her go, shaking his head as she went.

"Man, that chick really loves cake."

*****

She was already pulling off her coat when she threw open the door to her apartment, hurrying inside and slamming it behind her. She paused to turn, pushing the deadbolt shut and hanging the coat on the rack. Abby held the cake box in both hands, hugging it against herself as she removed her sunglasses. Her eyes scanned her apartment. She bit again at her lower lip, surveying the scene with a worried look.

Every spare surface was strewn with empty cake boxes. Small bits of frosting stained various pieces of furniture, and scarlet crumbs lay here and there on the floor. In one corner, an ant was making its way in to the shadows, carrying a red velvety bounty back to its home.

"What the hell has gotten in to you, Abby?" She asked herself.

A long, fully body length mirror hung on the wall to Abby's left. She looked at it, taking in the sight of herself. She wore a pair of white sneakers, tight red gym shorts, and a thin white t-shirt. She had no bra on underneath, and her stiff nipples poked out prominently through the strained fabric. She giggled absently as she realized she resembled a slice of red velvet cake.

The shorts were stretched to the breaking point across Abby's newly thick thighs and newly round ass. The t-shirt was too small, and it failed to cover her midriff. Abby's plump, chubby stomach hung out beneath it. Her cheeks were thicker than they had been, giving her a rubenesque look, and a new double chin hung beneath her plump lips. Abby smiled to herself. She had spent a lifetime cultivating the perfect body that had landed her in the pages of Playboy, and that she had been relying on to rocket her to stardom. She knew she should be horrified by her sudden and dramatic weight gain. But it was difficult to concentrate on much when she was so hungry all the time. And so horny.

She glanced down at the box in her hand, and whimpered. Her thick fingers reached out to the string that wrapped around it, tearing it off. As Abby hurried across the living room to her couch, her body jiggled in ways it never had before.

She placed the box down on the coffee table. Other than the others of its kind, the only object that sat on the table's surface was a long, thick, bright red dildo. Abby was already pulling her shorts down around her ankles when she picked it up. Opening the box, she retrieved the slice of cake with her other hand.

*Glurk! Gluuuuurrrrk!!!*

Abby wrapped her lips around the dildo and drove it hard down her throat, getting it nice and wet. She felt tears form in her eyes as thick drool leaked from her lips, coating the red rubber length.

Removing the dildo from between her lips, Abby lay back on the couch, spreading her legs and pointing her feet toward the ceiling. She raised the red velvet cake to her face. Pausing for a moment to stare at it, she moaned. Then she opened wide, shoving it inside in her mouth in a single motion. Cake crushed against Abby's face, white frosting staining her chubby cheeks.

"Mmmmmmmm......"

*Schlick Schick Schlick Schlick*

Abby squealed, bringing her dildo between her wide thighs and running its bulbous tip along the lips of her vagina before pressing in. She was already getting wet. The thick coating of saliva that she had bathed it in allowed it to pass easily between her folds, stretching her tightly gripping walls.

"Ohhhhhhhh....."

Abby tossed her had back, still feeding herself cake between sighs and squeals as her wrist drove the silicone sex toy deeper within her clutching depths. Her tongue extended from her lips, licking thick white frosting from her cheeks.

Abby lowered her back, pushing her hips wider apart. She moaned. Her big breasts and her soft, round stomach were rocking back and forth. Warm juices flowed from her vagina, coating her thighs and dripping down between the cheeks of her enlarged ass. She fucked herself harder and faster. Abby opened wide and took another big bite of cake. She mewled at its sweet flavor on her tongue before swallowing it down.

"Ohhhh Jean-Luc... fuck me Jean-Luc..."

*To Be Continued*