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Sandy's Sushi Service

"So what you're saying is that a friend of yours asked you to help him cater for a big corporate event and that's why tomorrow the bakery's going to be closed?" A middle-aged sheep tapped her hoof on the bakery's floor, her glasses held precariously on the bridge of her snout. In her hand she had one of Sandy's most popular spring treats, a chocolate �clair shaped like her dick and filled with so much cream one had no chance not to look like the receiver of a six cock bukkake.

"Indeed, I like baking and corporate events always pay well but they take up a lot of effort, and they also require a whole day to set up and tend to end really late." Sandy handed her the change for the �clair and the tray of tailhole-shaped cookies with fresh cum glaze. "I do apologize."

"That's... fine, I guess... where am I going to get my sweet treats though? I have a big birthday coming up tomorrow afternoon and I hoped you could make me a three tier cake with chocolate fondant, one hundred and seventy cupcakes, ninety cookies and a bucket with your famous glaze..." The sheep took a bite of the �clair and the filling just exploded on her chest and muzzle, leaving her looking like she'd actually been given a dozen facials back to back.

In her mind, Sandy was even more grateful to not be present the next day because she'd surely have to haggle with her to get her to settle for a slightly less insane order for what was surely going to be a small party with mostly old folks who couldn't finish half of the total amount. Not to mention she was fresh off another large order that had left her balls sore and aching, in a good way of course, but even someone like her couldn't pump out hundreds of handmade, cum-filled cupcakes weekly. She'd need help to do that and so far she hadn't found anyone else with ball batter as tasty and abundant as hers.

The rest of the afternoon went by rather fast, then the evening. Over the hours she made sure to spend every moment not busy serving clients preparing more ingredients for the event, mostly getting the dough ready, milking herself into travel-safe containers and cumming till her legs wobbled. One customer caught her mid-orgasm with an urgent order and so she had to serve ten lattes all while the cock milker strapped on her dick mercilessly sucked pints of creamy ball batter. She closed the bakery, prepared everything for the next day, put all the equipment, the barrels of still warm cum, the pails of milk, the crates of cookies shaped like her tits, cock, pussy and ass, the glaze and much more in her refrigerated truck.

She was already familiar with corporate events: they tended to be very large and busy, the clients rarely preferred to get the stuff directly from her to make sure suits remained clean and tidy so she couldn't present herself under her usual 'work attire' that consisted of her wearing absolutely nothing and definitely couldn't aimlessly cumming onto whoever was in front of her to cover a single cupcake in fresh batter. Oddly enough, milk was the one thing she could dispense from the tap. That was fine with her.

Morning arrived and as per usual, her cock was up before she was, tenting the sheets that had grown damp enough to cling to her large shaft from the constant stream of precum leaking out of her at any time of day. Since she didn't have to make extra batches of ingredients, Sandy decided to be a little self-indulgent and wasteful instead. Normally she'd keep all of her cum for baking, but sometimes a girl had to have some fun and so her hands moved under the covers and wrapped around her girthy girlcock, peeling the sheets off and tossing them aside, letting her spire proudly stand like a pole from which precum weeped incessantly.

"Got half an hour to spare..." She licked her lips as she stood up, cock stiff, balls weighing heavily between her legs. Her hands moved down in moments, her feet taking her through the hallway. "... that means I can squeeze out a few loads..."

She was so used to cumming for work that she forgot to take it slow, to enjoy and savour the moment instead of methodically hitting all her sensitive spots to make her sack twitch and fire ropes to fill a container that wasn't there. Sandy groaned, stopping dead in the middle of her hallway, feet spread, tail raised, taint swollen and cock aimed at the closest wall. A hiss and one sigh of blissfully release later, Sandy was cumming, her shaft dancing freely in the air, swaying left and right, up and down with no control, spilling rope after rope after rope of pearly, sweet-smelling raptor nut spunk onto pictures of her family. Her mom received a full facial, her father in the most recent holiday picture was drenched from snout to tail, her cousins were given huge mouthfuls of her seed one after the other. Cum splattered for long seconds, pints of it, gallons, sticking to the wall, running down in thick, dense rivulets that pooled at her feet.

"Mhhhh fuck got carried away..." Sandy huffed, still hard as a rock even when her last rope splattered onto a picture of her mom laying on a comfy chair at a pool with her full rack and pussy out, dad's cock buried deep in her throat and balls resting on her chin. "... work habits huh mom?" She let out a soft chuckle a moment later before heading to the shower.

Part of a being a good baker was good hygiene and Sandy loved to get clean, rubbing scale-friendly scented soaps that did nothing to remove the thick musk clinging to her scales at any point of the day. A perk of her specific brand of baking and one of her best-selling points: anyone could make a dick-shaped �clair or sit on a cake to imprint a fat pussy or pucker on it, but who could also leave that potent raptor funk on a product with such intensity? So even as she scrubbed and rubbed all the soap between her cheeks, teasing her tailhole, prying it open to really get in deep or used her new shower fleshlight (it was a regular fleshlight mounted on a suction cup she could fill with body shampoo and fuck her way to a clean cock and an orgasm all at once), the grime left and was drained away, but that wonderful stink of horny raptor remained.

As per usual, she thrust, humped and groaned all the way for a good five minutes, playing with her milky tits, squeezing them, groping them, fingering her thick, stiff nipples until her cock once again started to gush, throb and lurch in the wall-mounted breeding stand. The drain gurgled, almost struggling to carry away all of Sandy's cum, the gallons of seed swirling around the grate at her feet until the entire basin was a sloppy, musky, sweet-and-salty frothy mix of spunk and milk. She rinsed herself with hot water again once the second load of the day had been fully drained, dried her scales, oiled them, preened herself, then milked a nice full bowl of her own milk with cereals, got dressed, and finally, twenty six minutes after waking up, got on her refrigerated truck and headed out.

It was early enough that traffic was non-existent and that allowed her to arrive along the first few other companies hired for catering for the event. The venue was in a large hotel specific for such events: while on the front there were many fancy cars, mostly identical models. She drived towards the back along with the other vans and trucks. They were all the professional sort: large vans, teams of chefs and staff members, proper outfits, the whole shebang. Sandy was also rather professional, but with her being a pastry artist that made some of the most sexually explicit cakes and whatnots on the continent meant that her conception of 'professional' was somewhat skewed. She had, as a matter of fact, rolled in the service parking lot with her truck that had tits and asses and cumming dicks painted all over the sides. It drew some eyes but it wasn't as if her brand of services weren't becoming more common across the country. She spotted another truck with a similar motif to hers, a service called 'Randolf's Red Rockets' that apparently sold all manners of finger foods shaped like dicks, like 'pigs in a blanket' where the sausage was shaped like a canine cock and the pastry was a sheath. She'd head of him but hadn't had the chance to talk. And it seemed like the famous Randy, a husky whose rock hard erection wrapped in a soft crescent sheet was on the side of the van.

"Yo! Didn't expect to see another 18+ catering service." Randolf smiled. Sandy shook his hand and her eyes wandered down, noticing the canine had cut off a hole in his pants and was flaunting a rather sizeable package held up only by a woefully undersized jockstrap. "Oh yeah, it's part of my uniform."

"Not complaining here, mine is my birthday suit." She chuckled softly. "Well I do wear an apron when working the register."

"Damn nice, thanks for the image! Haha!" He grinned and from the corner of her eyes, Sandy saw his jockstrap bulge and tent with a bit of boner that was... exceptionally juicy-looking. "So, the famous Sandy, huh? Heard of your stuff! Great words all over for them muffins... the coochie muffins! My sister got me some for my birthday the other week and boy they were juicy! Felt like I had my nose right into someone's cunt sniffing away! How do you get them to be so fragrant?"

"Oh I personally press them on my pussy to impress the shape, generally after I've done several things that get me real horny and that tends to get downstairs nice and sloppy." Sandy openly admitted it, it wasn't a secret after all.

"Ah." His jock throbbed and tented even more, now a good foot long and mighty thick. "So I *did* have my nose up your muff... good to know." His hands moved down to grope and help the jock not slip off his dick. "You taste amazing and smell even better."

"Aw thank you, you're such a charmer. Unfortunately I haven't had the chance to try your products yet but if I get a big birthday event we could... partner up? You get the salty side?"

The idea seemed to get the husky's mind going, on top of making his dick even harder. The two chatted about possible business deals and cooperation for a few minutes until the big shots of the catering scene cleaned up the parking lot and pushed dozens of carts inside the building proper. Randolf was the first to get moving once they'd exchanged contacts and numbers, pushing a large pallet full of stuff onto a ramp and then into the hotel.

The conference was already in progress and so was the first wave of dishes being carried to the large dining hall on the side of the main room where some speaker was giving a passionate talk about... mergers and dividends and quarterly reports. Boring stuff. Sandy ignored all of it and settled in her small share of the long table full of food. Randolf was at the very start, lining all of his 'dicks in a blanket' upright to make their shape look much more... dick-like. The rest of the food was boringly normal, which made him and her stand up all the more, not taking into account the husky's excessively risqu� attire and still stiff footlong boner.

At 10:30 on the dot the doors to the main hall opened and a stream of suits came out. Some broke off and sat down immediately, some headed for the tables with coffee, sodas and the other drinks, while most headed to the food section to get something to nibble on before lunch. With her food, Randolf's too, being so obscene compared to the average mood of the place, it wasn't hard for them to be the first ones targeted by the beige and grey masses.

"Heavens, this is so nice!" One jackal exclaimed while swallowing a mouthful of pussy-shaped cupcake. "Tastes like my wife's sitting on my face!"

"I am glad you enjoy it." Her expert eyes noticed the man was starting to get a boner the more he bit into the muffin and swallowed. "It's made with the finest ingredients and each muffin is imprinted by my very own pussy. I sit on each to make sure they have just the right form. I also have gluten free but no vegan options." She continued, making the jackal stop for a moment to stare at the array of other muff-shaped pastries, then between her legs and back at the pastries.

"Got something more masculine?" A bull walked up and browsed some of the selection she'd prepared. "I am on a strict protein diet."

"Sure sir, I have some protein-rich products like this one." She showed him a cannolo that had the ends that looked like tailholes. "I took a mould of my pucker and filled it with a cream based on my own cum, it's extremely rich in protein and I mix in some extra stuff to make it taste slightly fruity." The bull cocked an eyebrow and gave the cannoli a sniff. His eyes went wide and in the next moment he was scarfing down the cannoli in big, manly bites.

"Well this is great! It's like I'm eating ass and a protein shake all at once!" He nodded, satisfied, then took a second and a third cannoli before leaving the area for others to come and peruse.

Half an hour later the dining hall was once again empty, and the cleaning staff was getting the trash out and switching clean tablecloths in. Sandy went and got more pastries from the truck, sneakily made some fresh cream glazing because the guests had liked it a lot and she was sure she'd run out fast.

While in the middle of preparing the next round of service, someone of the more 'proper' companies catering the event, a petite parrot with vibrant blues and yellows, approached her with the look that told her someone needed something from her. And judging by the fidgeting and blush, that something was definitely sexual in nature.

"Hey, uhm, Sandy, right?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm super sorry to ask so suddenly but uhm... oh heavens how do I put it..." She scratched her neck and ruffled her feathers. "We had hired an artist of sorts for our lunch menu, sushi, but they bailed out less than ten minutes ago and lunch is supposed to start soon and we don't have someone who's... brave enough to do the job."

"Ah, I'm starting to understand what you'd like me to do." Sandy smiled. "Let me guess: naked sushi? Person as table for sushi? That stuff?"

"It's called Nyotaimori and yes it's that stuff." The parrot sighed. "Look, it's just a quick thing and it lasts just the hour for lunch and we'd pay you, of course. But the entire meal is based on the concept of slowly 'undressing' the performer and the sushi itself is shaped in specific ways and damn it I knew I shouldn't have proposed the idea." The more the parrot talked the more she went into a panic. "Sure thing, Natalie, why not try something new for the first time at such a big event? There were a thousand different meals you could've made..."

"Ok sure I'll do it." Sandy replied quickly and shut the parrot, Natalie, up real quickly. "Got the table ready?"

"It's... over there..."

No longer than ten seconds later, she was naked in the middle of the expensive, high-class dining hall, forty feet from a horde of people that likely controlled enough capital to purchase half the city in a moment. She'd have been nervous but it was just a matter of laying down on the table and letting some people put sushi on her naked body. So, she simply did that.

"Damn her tits are too big." One of the caterers mumbled under his breath. "Give me more salmon strips."

"She's a herm too, now the genital section is all messed up! No hold on..." Another one cursed but then seemingly had an idea. "Ma'am, uhm... how good at keeping an erection are you and is your... uhm... precum sweet or... regular?"

"I can keep it up for two hours and it's sweet yes. I basically got a faucet down there." She chuckled as people touched her bare scales, put rice on her tits and lined her belly with maki rolls and California rolls and all that fun stuff. "Go wild."

"Excellent, we can suggest to dip the savoury rolls and the sashimi in it or pair it with that soy glaze for maximum umami levels..."

It was all a chaotic mess and by the end, Sandy was a masterpiece of cold fish upon which towered her two foot long erection like a banner. Her balls had been painted with sauces, her belly was the largest 'tray' for the widest array of items and her tits were like mountains of veggie leaves and masterfully cut salmon strips that made her nipple look like cherries. The dining hall opened its doors and the stream of businessmen and businesswomen and all other businesspeople emerged in a wall of blacks and beiges and greys. Since she'd been put in the middle of the hall, everyone saw her immediately.

"My my what do we have here?" The bull from earlier approached first.

"Sushi. Please feel free to take whatever you wish. I recommend a California roll with the glaze and some precum straight from the tap. Apparently it ties the whole thing together real nice." She said, repeating some of the buzzwords she'd heard from before when they were preparing her.

"Hmmm that does sound scrumptious." He pondered for a moment and grabbed himself several rolls to put on a plate. "So, straight from the tap?"

She nodded and then stifled a moan when the bull grabbed her cock and started stroking it. Precum began flowing in thick globs over the food he'd gotten himself. He whistled, partially because she was spilling huge amounts of pre and partially because his hand, big as it was, was still just barely getting around the sheer girth of her dick. Six pumps later and his food was glazed with precum. He tried one roll with no hesitation, then another and a third after that.

"Hot damn, young lady you strike again. At this point I'd be happy to just let you nut on my tongue but... it'd be inappropriate. I'll contact you for my son's bachelor party, he'll love ya for sure."

After the bull the rest of the crowd closed in, curious and rather hungry. Sushi rolls disappeared quickly and every single one of them wanted to try out the special sauce: hand after hand after hand grabbed her cock and pumped it, over and over and over and over again, some rubbed the food on her increasingly slick and sweaty dick to soak it in her flavour. One particularly randy businesswoman, a cheetah, went so far as to lean in and lick her balls before swallowing a piece of sashimi like one licks salt before taking a tequila shot.

All the touching, stroking, prodding, the occasional licking and a few cheeky kisses on the tip of her dick, she was ready to blow like a firework. Her tits were also backed up, severely backed up. They were leaking constantly, squirting whenever someone took another piece of salmon, salmon that was now very much soaked in milk. Eventually there was no more to eat off her body but people were still coming to her to get more pre more milk and more of her. Then a second round of sushi was applied on her scales, different flavours, different styles, different cuts of prized fish. As the crowd returned to get a second or third helping, Sandy was left to endure. She was used to cum often, abundantly, but she couldn't risk ruining the food with a deluge of nut batter, so she held back.

However, her balls were visibly getting bigger, quickly too. She heard them churn and gurgle, she felt them fill the space between her legs, she heard the people talking about their size and the thickness of the precum spilled with each light twitch. Some even went as far as to intentionally give them gropes and caresses to get more pre out of her gushing cum pipe. Long before the second round was over, she surpassed her limits and tensed up: sushi fell down her body she came, arching her back lightly before spilling a rope of cum so high it almost hit the ceiling before splattering down on her, the people around her and mostly, all over the food still on her belly.

One shot, two, three, four, six, ten, each aimed just at the right angle to make sure that not one person around her or one morsel of sushi was left untouched or not drenched. Shot after shot after shot, her sack tensed and groaned, all the sauces on her body mixed as she 'watered' them down with spunk that had been brewing since she'd left her home hours earlier. Even Randolf was shocked, but judging by the rock hard footlong erection that had poked clean through his jockstrap, he was also enjoying the show. Sandy stopped cumming two minutes and about a dozen gallons later, having spent all of her backed up reserves all over the floor and several guests whose expensive suits were all soaked with raptor batter, their plates little pools of goo with floating islands of rolls, the cuts of fish acting like travelling creatures among them.

"Oh..." She blushed and covered her muzzle, too embarrassed to even comment on what had just happened.

"HOT DAMN!" The bull howled in the two seconds of utter silence after that, put his cum-filled plate onto a table and started to clap.

Others followed suit, apparently congratulating her for the show she'd given the entire venue. Some went so far as to take bites of the food she'd just glazed, others dipped still untainted bites into whatever puddle of raptor spunk was closest. The cooks that had prepared the sushi rushed to get close to her and bow, cashing in on the momentum, pretending this had all been part of the plan from the very beginning.

"Wonderful show, wonderful!" Some chimed in among the claps.

"What a display of resilience and service! That's a model employee right there! Holding her ground for so long and delivering such a bountiful... uhh... hold on I don't know how to put this. What's the proper corporate lingo for... cumming your brains out in front of a hundred people?" A snow leopard whose entire front had been caked with spunk spoke up close enough for Sandy to overhear.

"I guess... display of productivity in a high-stress environment?" A toucan spoke next and in moments there was a whole sub-convention on possible HR-compliant sexual terminology and workarounds to avoid being flagged by the Lock-Din platform automated censorship system.

"So uhm you kinda made a mess but it seems it went well." Randolf joined in, holding a bunch of pigs-in-blankets that he'd apparently just filled with cum and re-stuffed with the hotdogs. "Bonus: they're asking me if I also do the same. I don't but... well that bird lady over there has already asked if I can glaze her steak and I am definitely down to get a handjob and a bunch of extra customers."

"You're welcome?" Sandy got up and grabbed a towel to clean herself now that she'd finished her part and her section of the food table had been razed clean.

"We're so getting called again for this next year!" The husky was all grins as he put his cock inside a pastry and grunted, spilling a few thick ropes of cum that gushed out of the gaps. "Mh I love my job."

"Ah... so do I..." She nodded, got back to her truck, refilled and went back to her station. Her cock remained rock hard and leaking, which turned out to be good because the requests for glazing only grew as the rest of the catering brought out the entirety of their menus.

By the time lunch ended, her balls tensed with the familiar ache of a day spent cumming her brains out in the bakery, only she'd been spilling all the seed normally reserved for sweets onto juicy cuts of meat, splattering ropes onto veggies, rubbing her balls over cornichons and little mini-quiches and getting her cock stroked by dozens of pairs of hands over and over and over again until she ran out of precum and her legs gave out beneath her. Hell, she and Randolf had to take turns filling the cheese fountain with spunk at some point so that everyone had a chance to partake even when the two of them were too busy to personally come and nut onto plates or trays of piping hot food. But, when all was said and done... it had been a good day, so much so that when she returned home and crashed on the bed she momentarily considered expanding the bakery for large scale events. The thought lasted only moments before she fell into the arms of a much hard-earned sleep.