Fux And Milf Pastry Porn - part 1
I finally was home from my cruise and looking forward to some real rest and firmly resolved to avoid any pussies other than myself. I had only to pick up some groceries so I did not have to get out and also some catnip (for relaxation ya know?). I am a bit of a catnip connoisseur. I will take the store bought dried stuff but the very best comes fresh from the garden and I had just the garden in mind to get some from.
On my way home from the market, in one of the rowhouses I could smell the most delicious catnip in the world coming from a window box garden on the corner of the house. Now my reasoning was – if they did not want cats to have it then they would not put it close to the street right?
Well I got home and put up my groceries and headed out as if to go to the market again. That luscious smell was luring me and I did stop to try and knock on the door of the house. When no one answered I went to the window box having to stand on my tip toes to reach the catnip. I yanked out a good handful and just as I did I saw a lady looking out from the window. “Ohh boy” I thought “I am in trouble now!” I backed away torn between running to the street and running off and visions of this woman chasing me with a pitchfork. Yes I know it was a silly visual, because people in town don’t own pitchforks but then again I have a vivid 
imagination. So, instead of acting smart and taking off down the road with my stolen catnip in hand I stood in the yard waiting for the woman to come out and publicly humiliate me. I did not say I was a particularly brilliant cat – just a porn cat.
The front door opened just a crack and one slender hand emerged and this woman crooked her finger and motioned me inside. Well I felt a bit better at least I would not be exposed as a catnip thief on a busy street. I made my way through the rose bushes and up to the front door. As I entered all I could see was a woman’s back end disappearing down the halls in a flash of long tanned legs and a wiggle of lean tight hips. Well that was surely enough to make me follow her to the ends of 
the earth with a backend like that the front could only get better. Oh yes, it did too when I followed her I emerged into a kitchen brightly lit with yes, a window box there – the very one I had stolen the catnip from in fact. I expected her to chastise me then but I would never have heard a word of it. I was watching the woman. She was a milf type around 40ish with bleached blonde hair and a fair amount of makeup on but what captured me was her youthful figure. This woman had to have had FF boobs (tit job entered my mind but who the fuck cares when they look that good).
Instead of a tirade about stolen catnip this woman smiled brightly at me and asked if I wanted a cookie.
Cookie? I looked to the pan she was waving at and my mouth dropped open. On the pan ready to be popped into the oven was a cock. Well not the real thing but one made of cookie dough and realistic looking enough. “Talk about a sweet fuck?” I thought inanely. I shook my head no thinking that raw cookie dough was not to my taste nor consuming phallic symbols either. I shook my head no and looked at the kitchen floor not wanting to be caught staring at her tits.
“Well then” she said spritely “you owe me for the catnip.”
I began to dig in my pocket looking for the money I had stuffed in there at the grocery store.
“So here is what you are going to do for me” she continued as if not noticing my search for cash. “You will be my own little fuck toy and in return I will give you all the catnip you can handle.”
Wait just a fucking minute here. Ok she was hot but where did she get off treating me like a housecat? I was not a personal fucktoy and I 
wasn’t a stuffed cat you could put on the bed when you were done playing with it either.
I opened my mouth to tell her where she could put that idea when she pulled up that pink top of hers and revealed those almost surely silicone but awesome tits. The grand tetons indeed! I weighed my options her chasing me down the street with a rolling pin in hand, shouting stop thief, or fucking her. Gee guess which won?
She knew she had won and gave a satisfied smile and pulled her pink top totally off. I just had to indulge my curiosity right then and reached out the grab a handful of tit. I wanted to know if these were real. Well, I still can’t say but they sure as hell felt good – just the right amount of firm with lost of bounce to the ounce and huge pink nipples that begged to be licked.