Izzy was a sweet girl. Always smiling, always wearing colorful dresses. So innocent. That made fucking her brains out while she begged for more all the more satisfying. No one suspected that she was such a whore for me. But she was a good girl. A perfect girlfriend.

She always surprised me, suggesting the dirtiest things. I was always happy to oblige her, until she made her strangest request yet.

“Babe. I want…” she smiled and I smiled back. “I want your cum-“

“I know.”

She giggled. “No no, let me finish.” She smiled again. “I want to take your cum and bake a cake with it.”

Her usual requests were a pleasant surprise. This one was just a surprise. But I wasn’t about to deny my darling.

“Okay. Sure.” We kissed and she got to work. I was already hard for her when she wrapped her lips around my cock. I just laid back. She loved sucking my cock. I could almost swear she loved it more than I did. In other words, she had a lot of practice and it wasn’t long until I was ready to burst and she pulled back. She’d never fooled with me before.

“I need to grab a bowl!” She yelled as she dashed to the kitchen. I sighed. Watched my cock as it throbbed, desperate for her return. I needed it so bad, I nearly went and finished myself off but she returned with a mixing bowl.

One look at my face and she said “Aw, baby.” She went right back to pleasuring my cock and in no time I was ready to cum again. She could tell I was close and positioned the bowl under my cock while she continued to kiss and stroke it.

I shot my cum into the bowl, moaning as I did. She audibly gasped and grinned while I laid back and let the last drops dribble out.

“Mmmm” she said. She went straight to the kitchen. I just laid there and relaxed. It was a lazy Sunday and I was in the perfect mood for a nap.

I woke up to the smell of something sweet. Forgetting what had happened I stumbled in a haze into the kitchen.

“It’s almost done. Are you ready to try?”

All of a sudden I remembered. “You want me to try?”

“Of course!” She saw the stunned look on my face. “Ohhh you’ll love it, I promise.” She kissed my cheek and I was stuck there in my chair.

She pulled out a small cake and started putting icing on it. It did look great. If I didn’t know better, I’d be really wanting some. Even then…

She set down her pretty little cake in between us while she cut it with her beautiful smile. She prepared a slice. And eagerly took a bite. She practically melted as if it was the greatest thing she ever tasted. “Mmmm.” With her fork she prepared another bite and offered it to me.

I withdrew a bit. “It’s really good, oh darling you’ll love it.” I decided to man up and just take a bite, expecting to gag. It was good. It just tasted like cake. Good cake.

“See? I knew you’d love it,” she chuckled. Her demeanor quickly changed from innocent and loving to teasing and self-assured knowing she’d gotten me to eat my own cum.

Embarrassed, I didn’t know what to do. She cut me a slice of my own and set it in front of me while she eagerly finished the slice she started with and prepared another.

I fiddled with my fork. “Go on!” she sounded almost frustrated, but still had that wonderful smile. Instinctively I took another bite. Again, it was just really good cake. I got over my hesitation, half thinking she was just fooling me and there wasn’t any cum in it anyway.

Before long, the cake was all gone. “How was it?” She asked as she took her last bite. “Did you love it?”

“Yeah, it was really good.”

“I’m so glad you loved it. You’re such a good boy, eating all of your cum cake like that.”

I blushed and without explanation began to get hard.

“You just love it don’t you?” She stood up and walked over to me, taking a good look at my hard cock.

Right then I knew, I definitely just ate my own cum. I loved it. And she knew it. Things were going to change, I could see it in her eyes. She looked at me, greedily. Thinking about what she’d have me do next.