Too Many Cooks

“That’s the last of them,” Rhoda said, dusting off her hands as she
put the last tray in the oven. Her dark skin was dusted with flour,
and her hair was streaked with the whiteness. “Good thing, too, I’m
pooped.”

Curtis moved up behind her, cupping his hands over her breasts through
her apron and squeezing them as he brushed his lips across the back of
her neck. He sneezed from the flour and laughed. “You’re a mess,” he
said.

Rhoda reached over and dusted her hand in some flour on the
countertop. Reaching behind her, she brushed her hands over Curtis’
short, kinky hair. “So are you,” she said, wiggling out of Curtis’
arms and skittering over to the other side of the island. The air was
thick with the sweet smell of baking.

“Oh, you’re going to get it now,” Curtis laughed. He picked up a
handful of flour and tossed it towards Rhonda. A shower of white
powder filled the air, dusting across Rhoda’s cheeks. He chased her
around to the other side of the table and caught her, pulling her into
his arms and kissing her deeply. She felt his cock throbbing
underneath the black and white checked chef’s pants.

Rhonda leaned back onto the counter, pulling off her apron. Curtis
unbuttoned her shirt and pushed the top of her bra aside with his
mouth, sucking on her nipples. There were brushes of flour over her
collarbone, gleaming on her dark skin. Rhonda moaned, tugging at his
ass with her feet, pulling him up onto her.

They kissed, working their way onto the counter as they stripped off
each other’s clothes. Rhonda lay back again and a puff of flour
whispered into the air, covering their skin with more of the white
glow. She felt his cock between her thighs, his cockhead nosing its
way along her dripping, puffy pussy lips, and then he eased his way
inside her.

“You’re so hard,” she moaned, taking his thick shaft into her pussy to
the balls, feeling the hair around the base of his cock tickling her
clit. Their feet scrambled through the mess of flour on the
countertop, sending clouds of dust into the air, but they didn’t even
notice. Curtis’ mouth was back on Rhonda’s tits, sucking on her
nipples as he thrust in and out of her sloppy cunt.

“Baby, you feel so good,” Curtis moaned. He thrust faster, listening
to Rhonda’s moans of pleasure as the base of his dick collided with her
clit. He could feel a trembling in the walls of her pussy as she got
hotter and wetter, his cock making sucking sounds as he pulled in and
out. “Mmm, yeah, take it,” he groaned, pushing in deeper.

His flour-coated balls dragged along the countertop as Rhonda fucked
back against him, pressing her feet against his calves, rubbing her
clit along his dick. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” she panted. Curtis kissed
her again, his tongue probing her mouth as she exploded around him, her
cunt pulling hard at his straining dick.

“Oh yes,” Curtis moaned in agreement, thrusting into Rhonda’s pussy
once more, sending a shower of dusty flour onto the floor as he came,
cum pouring into her waiting slit with each throb of his rod.

When they rolled off the counter, their bodies were completely covered
with the flour, making them look pale despite the heat of their bodies.
“Damn, the cookies!” Rhonda moaned, running to the oven, her breasts
bouncing on her chest. She pulled out a tray of smoking, charred dough.

Curtis chuckled. “I guess it’s true what they say. Too many cooks do
spoil the cookies.”