The Art of Stress Reduction

— by Anonymous —

Julie has never visited a confectionery factory before. What a large building it was, she thinks. Such pretty tubs and vats of sweet goo. She lingers behind, losing the tour group and the guide. At last she is alone. She is happy. She is eager to play. She is waiting for nightfall.

She slips out of character for just a moment, for the last time this evening. Recalls where the car is parked, where the keys are hid. She likes to pretend she is this simple girl, child-like and eager to explore. It is a device that helps her shed the pressures of her tense job. She puts her mind in neutral. She puts her guilt on hold, her various analysis will have to wait. She starts to feel peaceful again. She smiles innocently and thinks, this will be fun! She is absorbed with her character again. She feels very girlish again. She is Julie again.

The plant closes and everyone is gone. Everyone but Julie. She walks around, window-shopping the different areas inside the plant. The air smells sugary-sweet. Julie is excited. She walks into a large white room with big vats. She walks curiously up to a big chrome nozzle, cleverly connected to a huge clear vat of custard. The nozzle is connected to the big custard vat by a kind of silver hose. She thinks maybe the custard is the kind of filling that it squirted warm into the doughnuts and pies.

She slowly strokes the cool nozzle, and gently lifts the handle, lightly touching the trigger. The handle is black and heavy. She runs her fingers along the smooth silver hose absently. The vat is many times bigger than she is. So much custard, she thinks! Gently she squeezes the trigger with her right hand. A blob of thick warm custard immediately appears in her left palm. It is about the size of a quarter.

She licks her palm. The taste is good. The warm custard is heavy in her hand and in her mouth.

She squeezes again, this time very hard. A heavy gush of the warm sticky custard greets her, splashing thickly over her palm and all over her arm. Some of it splashes onto her new black tank top. She feel the warmth of the heavy filling through the fabric. She stops squeezing and giggles quietly. But she is breathing quickly. It comes out so fast! She can hear the thick drops splat noisily onto the floor near her feet, and her ankles are nice and warm where the mess is splattering. The custard drips down her ankles and into her clean white sneakers. Her faded jeans look creamy in spots. Slowly, carefully, she licks her fingers.

The taste of the filling is good, very good. She is a little sad that her tank top, so clean and black just seconds before is all messy now. But the yellow custard looks so pretty on the soft black material. She is glad she is not wearing socks. She is glad she is not wearing a bra or panties. Just jeans, tank top and sneakers. She shakes her hair back from her tanned face. This is fun!

Just one last squirt from the custard hose before she moves on, she decides. Julie wonders where to aim the nozzle. Then she stands like the policewomen she has seen on TV, crouched and holding the custard-gun, with a serious look on her face. But she points the nozzle is at her, not away. Freeze! she thinks to some imaginary criminal. Julie is a little nervous, wondering what it will feel like. She squeezes the trigger hard, and holds it.

The massive blast of warm custard is stronger than she thought it would be. Julie feels the warm strong flow actually tear the left shoulder strap of her tank top right off her shoulder. For a moment her left breast is caught in the warm gushing custard flow and she moans quietly, closing her eyes. The nozzle slides out of her slippery hands, and crashes to the floor, hissing like a snake before it stops. The thick flow splashes gallons of creamy custard all over her hair, face, down her tank top and down her jeans. So much custard!. Warm custard is all over the floor, and all over her! It drips slowly down her face, down her neck and down into what‰s left of her tank top. She licks her sweetened lips happily and absently tickles her exposed nipple with one finger while she thinks. She slicks her creamy hair back with her free hand.

The custard is oozing down her legs inside her jeans and softly filling her sneakers. And Julie is pleased with what has happened. From her hair and face all the way down to her toes she is covered in soft warm custard. So slippery and good! She feels like a gooey, yummy dessert. She wraps her arms around herself happily and smiles, feeling her exposed left breast slide against her arm. The custard makes little gooey, messy noises. She wiggles her toes in her custard-filled sneakers. It makes her feel peaceful and care-free to be so messy. But at the same time it makes her excited. How delicious it is! How delicious she is!

There is lots of time to wander through the factory, she thinks. Should she go find the frosting, or cover herself in sprinkles? Should she explore something that’s creamy, or that’s thick and chocolatey? Thick, raw dough might be fun, and so might the sticky, sugary glaze for the doughnuts. Julie wonders. Thick is good, she thinks, but so is smooth and runny. So many tasty treats and textures to play in and tease herself with. Maybe she could even find something thick and rich to swim in!

Her clothes are so messy. She considers just stripping them off. The thought makes her breath come in little excited gasps. Playing naked in sticky gooey foods would be so much fun! Plus dawn is many, many hours away. She slips out of her sneakers, messy and happy, and pads off silently in search of something else that can melt her tension like butter, that’s sweet and sticky and fun.

Cream Pie Delight

— by Mark —

She looked at me from across the room with a knowing smile and walked confidently over to me. “Do you find the way I look attractive”, she asked looking directly into my eyes. I managed a weak nod of my head … but no words. “Let me help”, she offered. “Could it be perhaps my luxury fluffy purple mohair jumper that’s setting your pulse racing? Maybe my long straight shiny blonde hair that stretches down to my slim waist? Of course it could be the soft angora leggings I’m wearing … I know its all of those things. But the real thing that’s going to get YOU going is that pretty Belinda is yearning to be smeared in thick cream pies.” She whispered this secret desire into my right ear. As she placed a suggestive arm around my shoulder, I could feel the sensual mohair of her sleeve against my neck.

“I have a room upstairs” I offered, having only checked into the hotel an hour previously. I hadn’t counted on running into this vision of a woman when I dropped down to the bar for quick beer. I continued … “we could continue our conversation in more relaxed surroundings … although I’m not sure how we could satisfy your desire for ‘dessert’!”. “That’s something my friend can help us with”; her friend Becky walked over towards us, sporting a huge grin … she was ready for fun. “Lets go. Becky will bring our cases up to your room.”

Belinda followed me closely up to the room and as soon as we were inside she threw down a large black canvas overnight bag. “I’ve got some goodies in there if you’re a good boy – but first, lets get acquainted.” She led me to the edge of the bed and began to undress me. As she did, she made sure to brush my skin with her beautiful mohair clad body – it felt divine. She looked stunning. Her breasts were large and fluffy … when I was fully naked, she asked me to sit on the edge of the bed … and then she sat astride me, pushing her full fluffy breasts into my face. I rubbed my hands over her firm buttocks – the sensation of the softest angora ripped through my body. Eventually, she lifted my head, and brushed her long blonde hair against my face before kissing me deeply with her shockingly pink lips. “I afraid this is going to be the most pleasurable night of your life”, she mocked … I knew already that this would be true, but I had know idea of the extent of the pleasure she had in store for me.

Becky arrived, and Belinda let her into the room. She had two very large cases with her. Out of one, Becky tool a large pink fur blanket and spread it across my bed. “Lie back on that”, she said, “it’ll keep your back warm”. I needed no weak excuse – and lay down onto the fur, almost coming with the sensation on my skin.

Belinda continued, “Now, you look a little excited. So before we begin, why don’t I help relieve a little of that?”. Why not indeed!

Belinda opened her canvas bag and showed me a pair of fur mittens and a fur bonnet – matching her sweater perfectly. “These are for me” she announced as she put the mittens on her hands. Immediately she placed my cock between her mittened hands and began to rub me gently. She moved her head closer and blew softly over my erection. “In a moment, I’m going to put you into my mouth and suck ’till you come. But this time, you’re not to watch … not yet.” She took the fur bonnet and reversed it …. soft fur on the inside. She knew instinctively that I’d love to have it tightly over my face as she sucked me off …. I could only last a couple of minutes before exploding into her luscious mouth.

Belinda removed the fur bonnet from my face and told me that I’d need to look closely at the special preparation that Becky was making for us ……

On the other side of the room, on the large table were twenty or so huge cream pies. Becky had been making them whilst I had been losing my mind with Belinda. Also out of one of the cases came three enormous containers full of custard. Becky began, “This looks very exciting Belinda, I’ve plenty of your favorite treats in store”, and Belinda smiled broadly. “But first, we’d better secure him.”

With that, they took two soft angora scarves each and secures my arms and legs to the corners of the bed. Belinda moved into position, straddling me on the bed. She sat upright, her mane of long hair brushed over to one side covering the right side of her face and down the right side of her body – it glistened …. and she smiled with expectation. Belinda spoke. “Now wouldn’t it be a terrible shame to spoil all this beautiful mohair that I’m wearing?”. She rubbed her fur mittens across her breasts and breathed deeply. “But I’m no longer in control now – Becky is the Pie Mistress … and she’ll do whatever she likes”.

Becky moved towards us with two very large cream pies in her hands. Slowly, she pushed the first pie into Belinda’s face who squealed with excitement. She gently rotated the pie, ensuring that the thick cream had been pushed into every contour of Belinda’s lovely face. The second pie landed on Belinda’s furry chest and was massaged over her large breasts. This was pure delight to watch … all the time, Belinda squirmed with ecstasy above me …. gently rubbing her angora covered crotch over my pulsing hard-on. If only I’d had a camera at that very point, Belinda’s face was 100% pied and the front of her soft jumper was well pied too, whilst her long blonde hair still cascaded down to her waist untouched ….. not for long though.

“Do you want some more Belinda?”, asked Becky. “Oh yes, oh much more – we’ve only just begun!”, cried Belinda through the mass of cream on her face. Pies started to fly at Belinda’s hair until eventually she was completely smeared with the luxurious cream pie. Belinda stroked her hair with her fluffy mittens until they too were laden with the pie mixture … “That’s better …. much better. But I hope that dessert is going to be served with some custard, Becky?”.

Of course it was – and plenty of it too. Becky lifted the first of the containers full of custard above Belinda’s head and started to pour it slowly. The thick yellow custard rolled down Belinda’s face and hair, over her breasts and down onto my stomach. Belinda’s hands reached down and began to guide the pool of custard on my stomach down to the stiffness of my prick. The custard felt cool against the heat of my cock … soon I would explode again.

“Oh, how greedy of me”, Belinda observed after the second container of custard had streamed down her body … and eventually reaching my prick. “I didn’t offer you any cream pie.” Becky hadn’t forgotten …. “I’ve saved some especially for him. And since he really enjoyed having his head in your fur bonnet – he can put it over his face and head once again …. this time filled to the brim with cream pie mixture.”

She wasn’t joking. Becky offered the bonnet to Belinda to push over my begging face. Belinda remarked on just how lucky … and I knew it too! At that moment she tugged down her custard covered angora leggings and guided my penis inside – I smiled at her. She moved up and down on my shaft for a few moments whilst teasing me with the huge cream pie in front of my face.

Finally she slowly pushed the mega-pie into my face, at and that instant I exploded for a second time; this time deep inside her. What a feeling – I’d been tied up and dominated like this for seemingly hours – surely it would have to end soon?

After a short while, Belinda took the bonnet off my head revealing my pied face. “I’m sure you know that you’re still hard … and I’m going to have to do something about that, aren’t I?”. She changed position on top of me so that she was on all fours – her face above my cock, and her pussy over my face. “How about a couple more pies, Becky?” pleaded Belinda, and Becky obliged – the first was smeared into Belinda’s face again providing a thick fresh coating of pie – the second was smeared over her pussy and buttocks, just inches away from my face.

“Let’s do it then!”, Belinda exclaimed as she opened her mouth and brought her lips down to the base of my penis, cupping my balls in her well pied mittens. As she became more aroused, I sensed the inevitable ….. her cream pie pussy was moving towards me … I had seconds before my face was covered in creamy heaven again. At that instant Becky added a little extra to our play ….

I felt loads of thick gloop running over the head of my prick, and then Belinda resume her oral treat. And then I knew what it must have been, as I saw piles of chocolate sauce appear over Belinda’s firm buttocks and roll down onto my face from between her legs.

Eventually, as I had yearned for it, Belinda’s cream laden pussy was being rubbed firmly into my face and I could return some of the pleasure that she had spoiled me with. Her orgasm was wild and violent, putting the finishing touch to the sundae on my face. Then for a third and final time I climaxed …. inside the mouth of the exquisite pie maiden.

I remember feeling as excited as I’ve ever felt, being caressed by the soft mohair clad Belinda, her fur mittens and angora covered legs …….. but that was before the ecstasy of the luxurious cream pies!!! If this is the dream of other sensual women out there ….. I’ll be your ‘victim’.

Please Pie Me

— by Anonymous —

Nothing normally happened on a Monday night, and that Monday was no exception. I was sitting at home … feeling dead horny!

I ran up to the bedroom and watched myself take off my clothes in the mirror. I kicked my pumps off and forced my tight lycra skirt to the floor revealing my tiny panties. I faced myself in the mirror, admiring the ways my tits looked so desirable in that new hi-fluff mohair top I’d bought at the weekend. Slowly I pushed my fingers below my panty-line and began to play with myself gently … I was already warm and wet.

This was great, but I wanted something more …. I called Brian… “Brian, I’d like you to get round here straight away I need a good pie-ing”. Brian hesitated on the phone and eventually said “I’m not quite sure what you mean Jessica”. “What I mean is that you’re going to get your ass around here and smother my face, my hair, my fluffy top and every other part of my body with creamy pies … and then, when I’m satisfied, I’m going to fuck your brains out. OK?”.

“Don’ t move” replied Brian, and within ten minutes he was in my kitchen. I’d had the stuff in for weeks … enough stuff to make about 150 pies to a really good recipe that Sally had recommended. She and I had been into serious splattering for years, and often had to resort to a good plastering session together – our men friends were sometimes quite horrified by the idea! … Still, their loss! I’d been seeing Brian for about two weeks, and teasing his prick something rotten – I hadn’t yet taken him, but tonight would be the night if he played his cards right. Until that phone call, I hadn’t given any hint of my wonderful fetish to Brian … no, sorry I’m lying, I did push a cream cake down the front of his trousers as we left the bakery a few days ago – he looked rather shocked and surprised, but started to smile as I rubbed my hands over the front of his trousers … his prick must have been smothered with the stuff … and he hardened up instantly!

But back to the pie mix. I went rather mad … by the time Brian arrived, there were 30 or so VERY big pies on the kitchen table, some plain cream and some with hints of pink and yellow colouring – they looked wonderful. Brian walked over to me with a look of astonishment on his face. I picked up the largest pink pie, kissed Brian on the lips and said “Now take this pie and give me a hair wash!”. Brian was wonderful, he simply obeyed. First one pie, then another, then another. I had lots of hair to cover … my straight blonde waist length hair needed a good five or six pies, and it looked great in the kitchen mirror – pink, yellow and white pied hair mmmmmm……

“Brian, you bad boy! You’ve dropped a bit of pie on my mohair top. Oh well, its not the end of the world, you’d better give the rest of it a good smothering – and make sure you don’t miss my tits!”. Another six or seven pies later and my top was covered. Brian didn’t need much convincing to unload a load of pie into my panties too!

He began to get rather carried away. His fingers pushed the gorgeous cream into my pussy – a finger pie fuck!! “No. Not yet!” I cried weakly. I looked at him with my big brown eyes and whispered sedutively, “My face has been quite untouched by all this frantic activity … if I were you Brian, I’d pie my fucking face!”. When he smeared that first pie over my face, I felt the thick cream push gently up my nostrils … and I opened my mouth to let it invade me. Oh, how I needed it badly. The second pie to my face was a real SPLAT! Brian rubbed it in roughly, showing me no mercy …. I came in my creamy panties immediatly.!

Brian had certainly earned his fuck. I pushed him onto the floor and lay on top of him, easing my pied mohair-clad tits to within two inches of his face. I’d already opened up his trousers and freed his enlarged prick … the head of his prick wavered just outside my creamy cunt waiting for me. I had the last two pies … one in each hand either side of his head.

As he looked up at my creamed face I said, “Well done Brian, you passed the induction … this is for you …” And with that, I lowered my pussy to engulf his cock, pushed a pie into each side of his head and rubbed my pie covered tits into his face – all simultaneously. It took him three seconds to come! What a great pie fucker I must be!!!

Messy Slaves

— by Anonymous —

It was my first year of college at the University of Texas in Austin. I grew up in San Antonio and therefore didn’t have much of a commute to continue seeing my girlfriend Jennifer, who was finishing off her senior year of high school. Another close female friend of mine from the same school was in Jennifer’s class. Her name was Brandy and she was some kind of gorgeous. I had dated Brandy off and on during my last year of high school and she and Jennifer were good friends. Whenever I saw either of the girls alone, they would not hesitate to tell me about all the gossip and stories they related to each other about me and my sexual appetite. Curiously, I found out separately that they both fantasized about the other and wished to experiment with these bisexual fantasies but neither would ever approach the other out of fear that the feelings weren’t shared.

Once I knew this, I immediately set out to bring them together, so to speak, and conjured up a plan that would enable them to act on their respective fantasies. Of course I had my share of fantasies and this situation was almost too good to be true.

Jennifer and I played scrabble routinely, nearly every weekend I cam home. I estimate a 60-40 percent win ratio – her favor, and we had become very competitive over the months we were together. One evening, I suggested we play for stakes. I announced that I wanted an hour of slavery as my prize. She said that was a good prize and bet my unlimited obedience for an hour too. Well, I completely thrashed her; Wearing a grin from ear to ear, I said I have plans for her slavery and would exact payment some time in the future.

The following weekend, Brandy came to Austin to see me. We were sitting around my dorm room, drinking a couple of beers when I held up a dime. I put it down on my desk and placed a shot-glass behind it about 5 inches away. I said:

“I bet I can put that dime in that glass without touching either one.” She looked at the set up and said that I was drunk and full of it.

“No, really — I bet you an hour’s worth of slavery, that I can put THAT dime in THAT glass without touching anything.. hands behind my back.”

“O.K., deal,” she said, “I can use a slave for an hour.”

I thought everyone knew this old bar trick; I was glad she didn’t. I kneeled down in front of the desk and put my lips to the edge. Blowing hard, I quickly raised my head up. With a “pop” the dime flipped up and into the glass. Brandy was shocked. I was elated. I told Brandy to stay in town next weekend, because that was when I would collect. She said she had to stay in town because her parents were leaving for the week. “Perfect” I said through my grin.

The next weekend, I went to Brandy’s house after doing a little shopping. Brandy greeted me at the door, wondering what was in the supermarket bags. “It is a surprise, slave. Go upstairs and put on white cotton panties, an old bra, T-shirt and ratty shorts.” Obediently, she went to change. While she changed, I called Jennifer and told her that as my slave, she had to come to Brandy’s house wearing an old pair of denim shorts and my white button down shirt (that I had forgotten there, much to the suspicious suprise of her father). She agreed and within a few minutes, the doorbell announced the beginning of my evening’s plan. The girls immediately knew something devious had been planned and Brandy began to playfully object, I quickly said: “Is there some kind of problem, slave?”

“No sir”

“What about you, slave?” I said to Jennifer.

“No sir”

I smiled as they accepted my authority willingly. I knew they both desired experimentation with each other, and I was ready to give them an arousing, (messy) evening.

I reached into one of the bags and tossed Jennifer a package from K-mart. It was a painter’s mat — a large, clear plastic tarp to keep paint off furniture and carpeting. I commanded Brandy to help me move the couch in the living room and we cleared a large area, perfect for my sexy slaves.

Jennifer had her gorgeous, long, brunette hair in a braid and I asked her to undo it. She was 5’10” and that hair was fully half her shapely length. Brandy was a couple inches shorter, with shoulder-length brown hair. Both had stunning bodies, and I longed to see them together. I commanded Brandy to spread the mat out and kneel in the center. Jennifer looked slyly at me. She must have realized that I was going to give her a long-awaited fantasy, and she smiled. I told Jennifer to kneel in front of Brandy, about a foot away. She complied and the long-time friends faced each other with mischievous, sexy grins. I reached into the bag for the first item — a large can of chocolate pudding. I commanded brandy to stick her finger in it and feed a bit to Jennifer. Jennifer began to suck the chocolate off Brandy’s finger, and Brandy closed her eyes in obvious sensual arousal. “Now dab a bit on her mouth.” I commanded. Brandy streaked the chocolate vertically on Jennifer’s lips. “Lick that up please, Brandy, you are making a mess!” Brandy leaned forward and kissed the chocolate lips. The girls hungrily kissed, darting their tongues in and out of each other’s mouth. Jennifer brought her hands up to touch Brandy and I quickly said “No no, not yet; Jennifer, take the pudding and scoop some into your hands.” Jennifer complied, creating heaping handfuls of the stuff. “You may now touch Brandy’s breasts.” Jennifer cupped Brandy’s breasts through the pale blue T-shirt leaving large dark handprints. She began to rub her hands back and forth across Brandy’s chest, creating a wonderful chocolate smear. Some of the pudding dripped on to Brandy’s shorts and legs. “What a terrible mess you have made, Jennifer. Brandy, if you forgive her, give her a kiss.” Brandy and Jennifer kissed again. Jennifer brought her soiled hands to Brandy’s face and smeared her cheeks with the residual pudding.

“Jennifer,” I said, Unbutton your shirt 2 more buttons.” Jennifer undid the buttons, and her shirt parted, revealing that she had not worn a bra. The curves of her breasts were so inviting, I almost gave up my role as master right there. “O.K. Brandy, here is some whipped cream, Fill up Jennifer’s shirt please.” Brandy took the can and squirted away. Jennifer helped by holding open her shirt. Both of the girls were seemingly hypnotized by the frothy white mess. When the can finally ran out, I asked Jennifer to lean back. She leaned back and stretched out on the mat, propping herself up on her elbows. White whipped cream was everywhere in her partially open shirt. “Brandy, please unbutton Jennifer the rest of the way.” Brandy leaned forward and untucked the shirt, working each button until Jennifer’s beautiful, creamy torso was exposed. She opened the shirt completely and I told her to snack on those lovely breasts. Brandy leaned forward, sticking her face into the cream. The white stuff oozed up around her ears and she began to move her head around Jennifer’s chest. Jennifer threw back her head in pleasure, while Brandy mouthed and licked her breasts. I let them go at it awhile before backing Brandy away. Her face and bangs were completely covered in whipped cream and her dark eyes were absolutely glassy with excitement. “What we need here ladies is a full contact embrace.” As Jennifer sat up, Brandy stripped off the cream-covered shirt. The two girls pressed together tightly. Whipped cream plopped to the mat and they kissed again. The whipped cream from Jennifer’s body clung to Brandy’s T-shirt, mixing with the pudding and now both faces were white with whipped cream. “Brandy, your shirt is a mess. Jennifer, help her take it off, please.” Jennifer lifted the messy shirt over Brandy’s head, soiling her hair even more in the process. Brandy’s dark hair was now streaked with whipped cream, and matted with sticky pudding. Brandy adjusted her bra and leaned forward to kiss Jennifer again. “Hold on, please.” I commanded, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. “Ladies! please.” They stopped and looked at me in playful irritation. “There are still a few things in here.”

I produced a carton of eggs, causing a little squirming from the slaves. “Brandy, please get on all fours.” She complied, kneeling in a patch of white goo. “Brandy, arch your back. And Jennifer, take 4 eggs, crack them gently on the table and deposit them down the back of Brandy’s shorts. She broke open the eggs and each yolk slid down the small of Brandy’s back and disappeared into her shorts. Brandy wiggled her ass to feel the gooey deposit. “Brandy, please do the same down the front of Jennifer’s shorts.” Brandy sat back and took the eggs. An audible “squish” was heard in Brandy’s pants and egg-goo dribbled out from the bottom of her shorts. Jennifer held open her shorts while Brandy plopped the yolks in. Some clear, viscous egg white dripped down Jennifer’s legs. “A few over her head, please.” Brandy parted a shell over Jennifer’s head and the orange slime oozed down her long hair, followed by another. “Jennifer, break two in Brandy’s bra.” Jennifer stretched Brandy’s bra out with a finger, briefly exposing a beautiful pink, erect nipple. She dumped the egg in and released it back, and did likewise with the other cup. The bra became semi-transparent with the liquid and clear ooze squeezed out the top and dripped out on to the floor. “Oh, disgusting.” I said.. “take off that soiled bra, Brandy” She reached behind and unclasped the bra. Jennifer watched hungrily as Brandy slipped her arms out, dropping the messy thing to the ground. Her breasts glistened with egg and Jennifer reached out to caress them. I let this spontaneous display continue, watching them kiss and touch each other’s skin until I thought I would explode.

“Girls, kindly help each other out of your shorts.” Brandy laid back into the eggy, creamy mess and unbuttoned her shorts. Jennifer wrestled them off, causing more egg to splat onto the mat. Jennifer stroked Brandy’s exposed thighs and Brandy moaned with delight. Then Jennifer reclined back, and Brandy returned the favor. Jennifer’s panties were wet with egg and her own arousal.

I commanded them to sit up and face me. I took a long look at the two messy beauties, clad only in white panties and various smears. What exquisite erotic art! “More chocolate!” I exclaimed and took out a squeeze bottle of Hershey’s syrup. “Lay back, both of you.” They obediently responded. I squeezed a sticky, brown puddle between Brandy’s breasts and circled them with the stream. Down her milky, white belly, I paused to squirt the syrup all over her panties. I doused both thighs and watched the gooey brown liquid drip to both sides of her shapely legs. I switched to Jennifer and blazed a chocolate trail up and down her legs too. I turned her navel into a pool of syrup and emptied the bottle up and down her creamed torso and breasts.

“One last touch, ladies. Please sit up – on your knees.” I reached into the bag and got the remaining pudding cans. “Please open your panties for me.” They complied wordlessly and I walked to Jennifer. She was an amazing mess. Chocolate syrup dripped from the ends of her nipples and I could hear the “plop plop” on the plastic mat. I peered down her panties at her neatly trimmed bush and poured the pudding in. What a delightful mess! She released her panties and the bulge of pudding began to stain through. I turned my attention to Brandy, who was obediently kneeling, pulling her panties forward with her thumbs. The syrup was dripping down her torso and running into her pubic hair. I dumped the pudding into her open panties and sat down in a chair to observe “Pat each other’s pudding, please.” They turned to each other and mutually cupped the other’s chocolate crotch. They both moaned gently while warm pudding squished against their pussies and they kissed again as pudding oozed out both sides of their panties in thick globs, dripping down their thighs and splatting on the mat. Each took the chocolate goo that ran into their hands and rubbed it on each other’s breasts and tummy, kissing passionately the whole time.

Having accomplished everything I hoped as a slave-master, I announced their freedom. They continued to kiss and their hands worked up and down each other, spreading the chocolate mess into a beautiful sticky tan. I continued to watch, and they removed their soiled panties, and began to lick at each other’s chocolate pussies. I sat back while they spread out on the mat and explored each other. I left after about a half hour to let them continue in peace and eventually clean themselves up. For them, I knew there was a long night ahead of exploration and I was pretty sure I would get another chance to join in, sometime in the future. I did too, but that is the next story.

My Introduction to Fun with Food

— by Anonymous —

When Diane called me that morning, asking me if I could help her with an art project, I immediately said sure. We had met at college that semester and I liked the confident blonde girl right away. “What kind of art project do you need help with?” I asked.

“Food,” was all she said, mysteriously. Kind of weird I guess. But I agreed anyway, and less than an hour later I was at her apartment.

I was surprised to see her dressed in just an old tee shirt and I guessed some panties, but what the heck. She told me it was a partial nude photography shoot, sort of a commentary on food and sex in society, and did I mind stripping down to panties and an old tee shirt she handed me? Actually I have a great body, and I work hard to keep it that way, so I soon wiggled out of my jeans, socks, shirt and bra and slipped on the soft tee shirt. Thats when she blindfolded me and asked me to sit in the reclining chair shed placed in the kitchen. A little apprehensive, I sat down.

The chair was warm, soft and comfortable. Diane began explaining to me about how food is used is society as a sexual agent, and how eroticism is built into the various products. I half-listened, relaxing in the darkness of the blindfold. “For instance,” she said, “take butter.” Gently I felt her lift the band of my panties away from my waist. A couple drops of smooth butter dripped onto me, and then she gently placed the whole frozen stick right down between my legs, gently replacing the waistband to hold it in position. While she matter-of-factly continued the lecture, all I could feel was the cold, smooth butter pressing against me and actually sliding into me. It was slowly starting to melt a little. It felt unusual. It felt… great.

The camera snapped several times. “Diane…” I began to say but she hushed me. I heard a squishy, moist sound to my right and soon I felt her finger, dipped generously in grape jelly, massage my lips. I licked at her sweet warm fingers but she stopped me, and tapped me lightly on the tip of my nose with her jellied index finger in reprimand. Obediently, I sat still and quietly. Next, a large amount of the warm jelly was slowly poured onto my mouth. It flowed sluggishly down my chin and spattered onto my chest with a satisfying sound. I licked my lips, helplessly. Click, click, went the camera. “Do you see the symbolism?” she asked. But really, the symbolism was lost on me. All I knew was this was starting to feel very good, very good indeed. I had never really felt anything like this before, and all this food felt wonderfully erotic. It was flooding my senses with new and exciting feelings.

“Whats next?” I managed in a husky whisper. “Eggs,” whispered Diane back, and with the crack of two shells, I felt two warm slimy eggs slip down the inside of my shirt. They slid past my now erect nipples and found a home with the softening butter. I felt slippery, juicy. I felt edible. I think I was starting to understand the symbolism. “How do you feel?” she asked gently. “Delicious,” I said. “Edible, erotic, aroused. Yummy. Gooey. Nice.” “Good,” was all she said.

Thats when the warm oatmeal began dripping on my face, slowly at first, then more like a thick luscious torrent. It flowed over my face and oozed over my ears and hair, at one point briefly blocking my briefly. Then she poured the heavy oatmeal over my food-soaked tee shirt, which I desperately wanted to peel off, eventually directing the cement-like goop all and upper body, and finally thickly applying it between my legs. I started feeling orgasmic. Click, click, click, the camera snapped away merrily. The butter was soft and pliable in my panties. The egg yolks broke, flowed down to the very base of me. Ummm. Delicious. When she coated my feet, toes and legs with the thick, soft, creamy oatmeal, I lost control. It just felt too good. Unashamedly, I reached between my legs. “Wait,” she whispered and kissed me lightly, gently removing my hand. I couldnt believe she had kissed me. The camera never stopped.

When the warm, soft pudding flowed down into my panties, I just laid back and grooved to it. I think I remember sighing with satisfaction, my whole being centered on the slowly flowing pudding. I felt so messy and happy, gooey and wiggly. I pulled in my stomach to make it easier for her to fill me up, and she cooed soft encouraging sounds while the pudding caressed me. It was all so mind blowing. I was glad she was in charge. I felt comfortable with her. I would have let her do anything, I think. I was pleased to be captured so naughty and messy on film. Afterwards, I felt exhausted and strange. It was like a whole new world had opened up before me… and poured itself right down my pants. Then, sadly, it was over. “How do you feel?” she finally asked, removing my blindfold. I looked at my body, completely spattered and covered with various slippery foods. It had felt so wonderful. Standing up, I could feel the slow slide of the various substances oozing down my muscular frame. If Diane was worried about food on the floor, she didnt act it. Nope, didnt act it at all. Me? I felt warm, gooey, happy. Sassy, even. Playful. “Like a new woman. Wheres the shower?” I asked laughing. “And next time you have an art project to do..” I hesitated, and then tossed a handful of chocolaty oatmeal I has hidden in my hand at her. It landed on her cheek with a satisfying splat. She looked at me thoughtfully and when the mess dripped down to her lips, she licked it off, and smiled. “…definitely count me in,” I said over my shoulder as I made my way to the shower.

Lisa Cooks for Me

— by Anonymous —

“Wow, and such a lot of it, too!” I stared at the enormous dish of lasagna she had made for me. She knows I love lasagna, and so does she. In fact, it’s what we both ordered at the Italian place that I took her to on our first date a month ago.

I had just gotten home from work, and I was anxious to get out of my dark gray suit. I feel so restricted with a tie on. But she said that I had to come in right away and eat, or it would get cold. So I sat down and started to taste the very first meal she had cooked for me. She had moved in only yesterday, and last night I had had the pleasure of treating her to hamburgers….

The lasagna was absolutely fabulous, as was Lisa. She was exactly the perfect little girl I had always dreamed of. Dark blond hair, almost shoulder length, beautiful tan legs, and a perfect body.

As I praised her cooking, she just gave me the nicest smile you’ve ever seen on a creature on earth, and it was in fact that smile that showed me time and again that she was positively the perfect girl for me.

She was wearing a short dress that went down to her knees, with a pattern of flowers on a white background, held up by two tiny strings over her shoulders. I think she wore her white sneakers on those perfect little feet. We ate a whole lot of lasagna, and when we were both pretty much full there still was a whole lot left. We started joking around, and when I made a little remark to tease her, she took her fork and hurled it at my chest. Needless to mention the piece of lasagna stuck on it hit me right on the silk tie, and ruined it.

I certainly wasn’t going to let her get away with that, and took a piece from my plate and threw it right at her cleavage. I don’t have such great aim, so I hit her above the left breast, and the lasagna slowly dripped down onto her dress.

She really seemed to like what was happening, because she asked me if I couldn’t do better than that, and cut a nice long piece out of what was left on her plate and stuck it right down the middle of her cleavage. You could see the fat soaking right through the dress.

But I couldn’t let her win that way, so I took my glass with the coke, and poured it right over her head saying that sure, I COULD do better than that. She took her plate of lasagna and stuck it right on my chest, mumbling something about revenge, and soon enough we were both smearing eachother with lasagna, and there sure was plenty left in the dish.

She asked me if I didn’t want desert, and I said why not, so she brought the chocolate mousse. If I wanted to taste some? Sure! So she sat back down, dumped a whole bunch of it in her lap, and I started licking away. I was about to say how excellent it was, when she took my head, dug it into the mousse in her lap, and then brought me up to her face. We kissed passionately for a while, then I said I wanted more mousse, kneeled back down and put my head under her dress.

Her little white panties had become soaked with chocolate mousse, and as I started licking at them, the mousse from her lap ran down over my head and into my collar. Lisa was moaning with pleasure, so I pulled down her panties with one finger, grabbed some mousse from her lap with the other hand, and smeared it right into her already moist pussy. First I licked some more, and it was simply beautiful how the excellent taste of the chocolate blended in with Lisa’s own taste, and soon I couldn’t bare it any longer. I got back out, and we laid on the floor together. As I laid on top of her, even the last clean spots on the front of my suit became smeared with a mixture of lasagna and chocolate mousse, and she poured the mousse that was left in the dish right over the back of my head, so that it ran down over my face, and dripped onto her face as we kissed.

Meanwhile she had opened my pants, and I pulled off her panties before pushing my already highly erect penis right into her. As it took the place of the chocolate mousse, the latter splashed out and soon we were fucking and kissing in a puddle of food and mess on the kitchen floor. As our bodies rubbed against eachother, the little pieces of meat in the lasagna tickled us on the stomach and chest which excited us even more.

Soon we both came, and we stayed laying there on the floor for several minutes just holding eachother and kissing slowly, before Lisa confessed that while I was gone she had turned on my computer and had seen my files, specifically the pictures of wet and messy women that I collect.

Just like I had no idea that this had always been a secret dream of hers, she hadn’t known until today that I liked it as well.

We have to celebrate that, I told her, got up and got us a bottle of champagne from the fridge, which I shook and opened, splashing the foam over both of our bodies as we lay on our backs on the floor.

We sat up and I poured some on her mouth, of which she swallowed a small part, and the rest went down on her hair, on her neck, and her cleavage. She poured the rest of the bottle over my face, and while I managed to swallow some, almost the whole champagne went right on my shirt. As we layed back down, and she got on top of me, my back, which had been basically dry, was now lying in a puddle of champagne, and the little bubbles felt very good. Lisa suggested that we should go shower, and I willingly followed her into the bathroom.

We both stood in the shower, hugging and kissing, as she slowly turned on the warm water, and I felt it very carefully running down between us. Soon we changed positions under the showerhead, so that our backs became wet as well, and when we separated for a moment I could see that she was wearing no bra, now that the pieces of lasagna were washing away. Her flowery dress was absolutely gorgeous, and with the weight of the dress the opening came so far down that her erect nipples were directly under the top of the dress. My little friend had become stiff again, and as I entered her from below, I first undid my tie to give me some air to breathe, and then pulled the strings of her dress over her shoulders to let it slide down a little bit. She turned on the water a little stronger, and then she took off my jacket and shirt.

All the food was washing away now, and we were kissing passionately as I was slowly moving inside of her. She was holding me so tight, with her hands on my back, that I had a hard time finding any space between us to caress her breasts with my fingers. But soon she began to melt away under my hands, and I lowered my head to bring my tongue down to her nipples.

The warm water was flowing over us, and as we were standing there, me wearing only my pants, socks and shoes, her wearing her flowery dress and white sneakers, I really wish I could have taken a picture for you there. But I had other things on my mind, and the wet dress felt so good against my stomach, and her back was so perfect and the dress was running down with the water, just over her ass, on which I put one hand now.

After a while of caressing and fucking, she came. The orgasm must have been so strong that she tensed her entire body, threw her head back (almost knocking both of us over) and then bit into my shoulder. That was it for me, and I came inside her too.

(to be continued)

Messy Fun In the College Kitchen

— by Anonymous —

The truth is, I should have never listened to Kathy when she suggested we crash the boy’s stag party. Especially when it was held right in the big culinary kitchen area of the college, for the fraternity. But crash we did, lovely brunette Kathy leading and me following along as usual. I was dressed in a long flowing white dress to accent my long blonde hair, white pumps, the whole nine yards. Kathy looked good in a blue jump suit.

As soon as I saw the guys, I knew we should have never come. They were all pretty drunk and some of the bigger ones started making comments and the like. It got uglier and some of the guys were grinning and really kind of moving in on us.

Kathy turned to me and whispered “Let’s get out of here!”

Too late! One of the big galoots grabbed my arm, and it hurt! I shouted to Kate, “Run!” and breaking free, I sprinted to the door with her!

And with a shout, they were after us, chasing us through the huge food processing part of the college!

Slipping on tiled floor, I wanted to shed those shoes but there was no time. I had never been in this part of the college, and I was completely lost. But I followed Kathy, hoping she would lead us into some labyrinth of rooms we could lose our pursuers in. Instead, we blundered into a large room filled with kettles, each easily large enough to hide two people. I remember thinking hurriedly that they must mass produce the soups or something in here…Kathy grabbed my arm and pulled me toward one of the chromed kettles.

“In here!” she hissed and obediently I tugged the heavy lid back far enough to slip inside the huge pot.

But we were in for a surprise! Inside the kettle was some kind of marshmallow substance, thick and gooey. In desperation she climbed in after me and quietly we sank into almost four feet of the thick, sticky goop. My dress floated on the surface and I could feel the warm goo flowing sluggishly into my shoes, between my toes and between my legs. My new shoes, I thought! But there was no help for it, and we squatted quietly in the mush, waiting for the chase to catch up to us.

All was quiet for some time. Kathy and I had slid close to each other, warm and sticky. Irritated, I slowly pushed my dress under the surface of the mess, covering my hands and forearms with a thick layer of the sticky frosting. Kathy laughed at me quietly.

When ten minutes or so had gone by, cautiously we raised the lid of the kettle. No one in sight. But what a sight we were! In the reflection of the kettle I saw a creme-covered woman in a gooey white dress, liberally smeared with sweet sugary frosting from head to open-toed shoes. My dress clung moistly to me at odd angles. Kathy was scooping some of the glop from her chest and arms, and it fell with a soft plop onto the tiled floor, lightly splattering my shoes.

“Well,” I whispered, “I’m getting rid of these shoes”. I tugged each one off and stood in my ruined dress, gooey bare feet on the cool tile floor. How had this happened? I could feel the warm ooze still slipping down my chest. Kate tugged off her shoes, and wiggled her toes.

“I like it,” she said simply. I shook my head in wonder and was about to reply when suddenly-

Shouts in the hallway! They were coming back!

Kate looked panicky. We look around again, grabbed our shoes and then looked at each other in messy resignation. We couldn’t get back in the same kettle; too obvious. So we picked one at the far end of the kitchen, pulled back the lid and hoped for the best.

This one was some kind of mushy cereal, soft and slippery. Oatmeal, I realized, thick and very lumpy. Probably for tomorrow’s breakfast; what an odd sensation to be bathing in it! My feet oozed through the thick cereal and I pulled Kate in after me. At least it’s warm, I thought. Kathy sploshed down beside me, sliding next to me because of the curvature of the kettle’s bottom. The shouts grew further away. We waited cautiously.

“I can’t stand being in this dress,” she whispered, wiggling a bit in the oatmeal.

“What are you going to, a strip-tease?” I muttered sarcastically while the soft, slippery oatmeal began oozing quietly into my soaked panties. It was invasive and unpleasant.

“Yes,” she said to my surprise and slowly unzipped her jumpsuit. The thick oatmeal flowed greedily into her dress, and I could just imagine it splashing moistly around her panties, if indeed she was wearing any… I could see her cereal-soaked bra slip off in the dim light of the kettle, and I watched her breasts bob and quietly splash in the warm creamy goo. She reached below the surface and seemed to be adjusting something.. and I remember the feeling of disbelief I had when finally she smiled with satisfaction and brought her dripping panties to the top of our sloppy pool, dangling them in front of my face.

“There,” she said with sensuous satisfaction. Almost smug. “I’m completely naked. Naked in the warm, oozy oatmeal.” And then as though to prove her point, she smiled mysteriously and slipped completely under the thick gooey surface, only to rise again in a second or two, saturated with the thick lumpy mixture. Laughingly, she massaged the mush into her breasts.

“Lighten up, kiddo. It feels good. I’m leaving my clothes in the vat – let some frat-brat have my panties for breakfast!”

Then she looked at me again, laughed at my gooey blonde hair and frown. “Might as well strip,” she said. “Feels great and you look silly in that dress.” I must have looked pretty upset because she wiped my face with her panties in a protectively helpful way and I closed my eyes.

What logic compelled me to agree with her? But agree I did, and I slipped out of the sodden dress, mashing it revengefully to the bottom of the kettle with my feet. It felt good to be naked in the warm thickness. But the probing feeling of invasion from that thick lumpy slop was a bit disconcerting.

Sitting next to her was, I think, what finally did it, but when she put the panties down and held me in that soft warm soup, I relaxed a little. It was such an absurd situation. I turn to her to say something and because of the proximity our lips bumped.

And that’s when it happened.

“Sorry,” I whispered and in answer she kissed me lightly, sweetly, then licked the oat meal from my lips sympathetically. I saw in her eyes the humor of the situation. I looked at her for a second and then gently kissed her back, licking her cheeks and mouth curiously. I felt her hand stroke my breast and then my sex, and then suddenly I lost myself in it all. I licked at her fingers timidly, then gratefully, and we kissed and explored each other in the warm soft slop. It was comforting to be so messy together. I suppose if our bodies weren’t half submerged we would have had to do more to each other, but as it was were we satisfied to cuddle naked and kiss and kiss. I was happy with her, happy with her mouth and lips and tongue on my face, happy to be in the mush with her..

It went on and on.

It was excellent.

“Let’s go” she finally said after about an hour. I was reluctant to leave our sexy bath, but I followed her, gooey and happy. I forgot about the boys. We walked naked, covered in oatmeal, except where we had licked our face thoroughly clean, looking for an exit, leaving oatmealy footprints and hoping to reach our car undiscovered.

It had rained we discovered and in the total darkness we walked through the soft mud of the campus football field towards the car. I felt so liberated I wouldn’t have cared had we been discovered. Some times we had to stop and kiss in the mud, and then we would be okay for a while to walk until we needed to stop again, which was often.

And by the time we reached the car?

I was glad I we crashed that party after all.

Another Fine Mess I’ve Gotten Myself Into…

— by ADVNTR123 —

I was in a bit of a dry spell in my dating life, and having always loved the feeling of helplessness of bondage (but with no one to help) I started experimenting with different ways to immobilize myself. This really gave me a thrill, not only for all of the prep time that would go into it, but also there is an added rush when you think that this time, you *just… might … not…* get free… and you did it to yourself!

On this particular day I wanted to try to accomplish the entire feat using nothing that was not commonly available in a normal household. This added to the feeling that it could happen at any given time, anywhere… I knew my friend, Mellisa, had to work from 12-6, and so at 12:05, just before I began my adventure, I called her workplace and left a message for her to swing by after work. This way she could use her key to the apartment and rescue me if my timing was off and I got myself stuck. She and I had talked often about various bondage fantasies, and I knew she got into it with *her* girlfriend and had a very mischievous mind… the perfect deterrent, as I *knew* I wouldn’t want to end up in her clutches. I had dreamed of it, but as her tastes were not for my sex, we had just remained great friends (although she always said that given the right circumstances, … who could know??!) Hanging up the phone, I unpacked the supplies:

In the kitchen, on the floor beside the stove I placed a small knife on a plate. I would have to work my way out of the bedroom, down the hall, through the living room and into the kitchen to cut my way free. However, since I was planning to hog-tie myself, this would be very difficult and time consuming. I went into the bedroom and opened a fresh cotton rope. I unrolled it and cut it into pieces of various lengths (so that untieing one series of knots would only release one part). Then I laid them out on the floor of my bedroom. I then laid out my old sleeping bag, for cushioning, and got out the box of Christmas tree disposal bags left over from last December (these are large oversized trash bags). I placed the bag around the open sleeping bag, and viola! A comfy spot that would also keep the carpet clean (since apartment deposits and cleaning are so expensive!) Finally, I got out the elastic blindfold I had made, complete with padded sections around the eyes, which completely eliminates cheating. Finally, I got out the 32 oz. bottle of Elmers Glue I had purchased from the warehouse club store across the street.

Finally, it was time to begin. I stripped down to a pair of old boxer shorts, crossed my legs, and beginning at my big toes, used one rope at a time to bind my legs together. I made sure that they were tight and could only be untied by reaching my knees, which since I was to be hog-tied, meant that my legs could only be freed once my hands were free. First the toes were bound (also adding an erotic feel) then the ankles, then below the knees, then above the knees. Then I finally tied my ankles to the ropes around my thighs, pulling the strap tight and locking my legs tightly and solidly into position. Now my legs were completely immobilized, and I thought about quitting right there while I could still undo the knots, but with excited, shaking hands I continued.

I had prepared an elaborate version of the handcuff knot, which is similar to a hangmans noose, with two loops. The rope slides only one direction… once tightened, it *won’t* come loose! The free ends of this were where the challenge of escape was: I would tie them with a string of knots to my knees and to the bed post with the knots being *just* barely within fingertip reach once complete. From practice, I knew I was able to safely untie 18 tightly made knots in 20 minutes. I also knew from several experiments that ropes soaked in Elmers Glue harden to the point to where knots in ropes can’t be untied after 20 minutes… here was the challenge! After tying 15 knots (I left some to spare, the reason will soon be described) I opened the jug of Elmers and poured it thickly onto the ropes and knots, rubbing it in. I also covered the handcuff knot, so that once on there would be no way out but to squirm my way to the knife and cut my way out. But if I didn’t get the knots untied before the glue dried, I would be stranded there, unable to reach the knife unless I could pull my bed down the hall (not!). The glue had the added effect of coating me in a slippery (until dry!) coating that added to the experience. After also spilling a good quantity onto the other ropes and my body, I knew that even once free, I d have to wait for the glue to firm up or else risk ruining my carpet… and I had the constant knowledge that the knots would be ever so slowly but surely drying… thus creating the perfect bondage time-trap!

I slipped on the blindfold and it’s well crafted shape pressed quickly into place: it was not coming off without hands specifically removing it! Feeling the glue starting to dry, I quickly sat up on my legs and slid my hands into the gooey knots behind my back, coating the fingers and making the challenge even greater, and before I would loose my nerve, I leaned to the front and fell onto my stomach, causing my legs to snap into the hog-tie position, which pulled the handcuff knot tight, securing my hands and pulling tight against the bedpost… I pulled on my hands and found that the knot had again worked perfectly: I was stuck and the game had begun!

All of the elaborate process of tying myself up had excited me and lying on my stomach, I needed no artificial stimulant. As I squirmed, my dick rubbed against the mat, thus creating another trap: As I struggled to escape, I stimulated myself more and more. Then my mind faced a serious decision: obey the libido or get the knots loose! I had used about half the bottle of glue, and it had run down onto the mat. As I struggled, I felt and heard the constant, “slurp” of the thick, slippery goo as it coated my legs and stomach. It was harder and harder to concentrate on untying the knots as my efforts pushed me closer and closer to cuming. This is why I had left a few less knots… I had to allow time to enjoy the situation before release! As Melissa often teased me, that is one of the disadvantages of being a man: once it’s over… you just feel silly until you can get it up again! After the third knot, my libido won out and I writhed against the unyielding bonds with all my might. A few moments later came the wave of release, pulling every knot tight and stretching every rope to its limit.

After a few seconds to catch my breath, I quickly resumed my task of untying the sticky knots, a task that was getting harder and harder. I knew that even if I did get them free, I’d still have the long squirm across the floor (good for another orgasm!) before I’d be able to cut myself free, and still have time to shower and clean up before Melissa came over.

On knot #9 I froze and felt a huge lump form in my stomach as I heard the door rattle and open with the jingle of keys!

Melissa’s voice called in: “Hello?” followed by the sound of footsteps down the hall.

When she got to the bedroom door, I heard a gasp and a quiet “Oh my God!” She rushed to me and pulled off the blindfold. “What happened?!”

Then she stopped, and a grin slowly spread across her face as she surveyed the room.

“You did this to *yourself*… didn’t you! I can’t believe you actually went through with it!” she squealed. My totally embarrassed expression was all the answer she needed as she burst out in laughter! “and you didn’t expect me until 6:00 did you?”

I shook my head. “Just *what* are you doing here now?” I asked.

“Got to go home early… another girl had to trade shifts.” she replied, appraising the situation. “Besides, if I had known this was waiting, I would have taken time off just to watch!” she giggled. “So I was your ‘safety net’?… hmmm… bad choice, but too late now!”

“I think Scotch is in order.” she said, walking to my kitchen. She & I had shared many bottles of Scotch, and she knew right where the good stuff was. As she left I frantically untied the next knot… but the glue was thickening at its constant rate, despite my own delay. I slowly got one knot free, but knew that it was now going to be very difficult to get the rest undone…if I could at all…

Melissa returned with my best bottle of scotch and a large glass filled with ice. Filling the glass, she said “It looks like you could use a drink!” I replied, still totally humiliated, that indeed, now would probably be a good time. “I don’t want to spill any…” she said as she took a large mouthful and leaning down, pressed her lips to mine, and passed along the 21 year old nectar to my trembling lips. “Good! you didn’t spill any!” she complimented. “How about another?” she stated and repeated the process.

“So just how did you plan on getting loose?” she asked, taking another swig for herself.

I explained about the knots and glue, and the knife in the kitchen. At the part about the glue she cringed. “Ew, that might hurt if it got on hairy spots!” She carefully examined my handiwork as she gave me another shot. “Nice job,… although, hmmmmm……”

On the next shot fed to me, I swallowed awkwardly spilling some of the liquid down my chin.

“Oh!” she shouted, leaping to her feet! “You wasted 21 year old scotch! I’m going to have to punish you for that!” I looked up and she winked. “Any objections?”

My heart skipped a few beats as I realized that one of my greatest fantasies might be ready to come true, as this tall beautiful woman was totally in control, and *wanted* to have fun with me! “I guess I deserve it…” I replied.

“Yes, I’d say you do!” she said. The rapid shots of scotch began to hit as I saw her sandaled feet approach and the black darkness of the blindfold recovered my eyes. “I’ve got to run out and get a few things.” she announced. “be back in a sec.!” and I heard the sound of footsteps followed by the click of the door and lock. I struggled with the knots, and managed to actually undo a couple more, but the time seemed to pass slowly, as it does when you’re immobilized and completely deprived of sight.

Soon I heard the door unlock and open again. “Honey, I’m home!” she called. I heard her set down some bags and soon she padded into the room. I heard her kick off her sandals. As she removed the blindfold, I opened my eyes to a set of perfect, red toenails. She said pitifully, “Still not free… what a shame!”

“If you wouldn’t have come over early, I’d be out by now” I protested.

She frowned. “I’d be a little nicer to me if I were you!” she reminded. “Tell you what… I’ll even give you a second chance! ” She went into the other room and carried in a bag. “I’ll hog-tie you *my* way, and if you can get free, I’ll make it worth your while… but if you can’t get free…”

“Yes?” I queried.

“Well, it *might* be worth MY while!” She smiled wickedly. “And since you’re in no position to bargain, I take it it’s a done deal!” At which point she took out the long, cotton rope. Starting at the elbows, she cinched them close together, wrapping each arm solidly before crossing to the other. As she worked down to my wrists, she gave them a wiggle, and seeing that I’d not be able to offer much resistance, pulled out a penknife and cut loose my glue encrusted bonds. “Man, this stuff is tough to cut when hard… I don’t think you’d have gotten out anyway…” she mussed. Then once the old bonds were free, she let me stretch a bit and massaged my wrists. “You’ll need the break” she explained. Then she continued knitting my arms together and tied each finger to the opposite compliment. Because of the evenness and quantity of her bonds the circulation to my hands was better, but the solid nature of the bonds made it a totally helpless situation.

Then cutting my legs free except for the ankles and toes, she repeated the process on my legs, until I was solidly mummified. “Let’s see, “she said thoughtfully inspecting her work,” you’re always bragging about how you could escape anything…” She then added 15-20 knots to the legs and wrapped a few loops from the ankles to the wrists. Pulling the rope taught, my knees bent and I was forced back into the hog-tie. She tied another 15 or so knots to secure it, then used the remaining rope to wrap the connecting rope tightly to my thighs, rendering me almost completely unable to budge! As a final act, she waved the pocket knife menacingly towards my crotch. “Ever wonder what Bobbit felt like?” she asked evily. Then in one fell swipe, she cut off my boxers… leaving me completely naked. Pushing my helpless body onto its side with her soft foot, she tied a short length of rope from just above my wrists down through between my legs and around the base of my dick. She wrapped the rope around and around, causing it to swell to full proportions. “That will keep you hard and ‘distracted’.”

She walked back to the box of Christmas tree bags and pulled out two more. Snapping them open, she worked one after the other around my bound knees up to my neck. Then she pulled the tie strap sung, but not too tight. “Don’t want you to get cold.” she said comfortingly.

She leaned down and fed me several more mouthfuls of scotch, lingering with her cool wet lips on mine. Again, this continued until a drop escaped, and she again snapped upright. “A repeat offender!” she shouted. “Just for that, no movies!” she sentenced as she pulled two video cassettes from the bag. “and, it looks like you have no incentive to get loose. By the way, I won’t cut you loose… I’ll leave the knife where it was and promise not to impede you, but I won’t help in any way!” Then she reapplied the blindfold.

As she left the room, I started wiggling my fingers, testing the knots. As I heard her fixing a snack in the kitchen, I found that I could get my fingers loose with a little more work, and felt the ropes around my hands. A wave of disappointment washed over me as I felt all of the knots within reach… I probably *could* get out without her help. I felt a little relieved, but also regretted not getting to experience total helplessness.

At this point I heard her bare feet pad back into the room. She tweaked my nose with her toe and said “By the way, since you got to use glue I decided to pick up some goodies at the store while I was out… see if you can guess what this is…”

I felt her hands pulling the bag open and reaching back to my rear. My hands tried to stop her from forcing some conical, plastic object up my butt, but my fingers weren’t free enough yet… I felt something thick and sticky squeeze into my rectum… along with the smell of chocolate.”

“I took a cake decorating class one time…” she mused as she emptied the bag of frosting up me. I had never had an enema, and the sensation felt like a cold, bad case of ‘the runs’. As she removed the tip, I felt the gooey mass ooze out. It was disgusting and humiliating… as I squirmed, it squished out and ran down between my legs. “That’s just so you have a little more incentive.” she said as she gave me a thick chocolate frosting kiss.

She padded out of the room and I heard the can opener open two large cans. I struggled to get my fingers free and managed to get the ones on my right hand loose as she reentered the room.

“Now, now, Mr. Houdini…” she chided. “let me finish before you ‘escape’ ! Time to guess substance number two!” I smelled nachos…

“Mexidips and chips?” I offered.

“Close!” she said as she pulled off the blindfold. In front of me were two 7 lb. cans of cheddar cheese sauce. I swallowed hard and emitted a quiet “eeewww!”

“Aren’t warehouse stores great?” she said with a tone of superiority. “It’s incredible the size of these things… it makes you wonder if they really *meant* for them to be just eaten…” She picked up the first can and began dumping it over my arms, pouring down toward my ankles. The thick, sticky sauce slowly engulfed me, soaking into and between the ropes, both coating me with a oozing, gooey mess and causing the ropes to soften, but also to swell. She puled the bag shut and announced “In ten minutes, I’ll add the other can… if you’re not free…” she added, presenting the possibility of escape. Walking close with her toes by my lips, she commended “Kiss me good-bye…” I knew that she had a foot thing, and I kissed her toes, sucking on them as she slowly wiggled them. I heard her moan quietly, and she said “Now I *know* I better not let you out!” and dumped the second can into the bag, and patting the excess air out, resealed it.

“Don’t worry, there’s more surprises in store!” she added as she slowly padded out of the room.

I tried loosening my other fingers, the thick cheese reducing every action into slow motion. The ropes stuck together, and I felt the cheese stick and suck at me with every move I made. I realized it was a trap better than I could have ever devised myself, and I struggled once more to loosen my bonds. The huge globs of cheese mushed around me and I knew that it would be a chore to clean up… I realized how absolutely ridiculous I must have looked and how strange and wonderful Melissa’s little mind worked! The constant sucking and oozing of the cheese combined with the back and forth motion of my struggles pulled on the rope around my dick and I felt the climb up to orgasm resume. As my breath quickened and I struggled futilly against the bonds I came with a loud moan that went on for what seemed forever, the dick-rope sustaining the orgasm.

When it was finally over, I heard a slow clapping from the doorway… she had quietly crawled back and watched the whole thing! “Way to go!” she congratulated. “you’ve got 5 more minutes until the next treatment… and too many more and the bag will be too heavy to move…”

As I started the slow process of squirming toward her voice and the door, I felt the weight of the goo in the bag and realized that she was right! Not having much slack to work with, I could only squirm forward a half inch or so with each action. “Good!” she said with mock encouragement. “You’ll make it down the hall in… oh… an hour or so at that rate!”

“Don’t you have some movies to watch?” I asked, embarrassed. “None as good as this!” she answered. I continued trying to work free of the ropes as I squirmed, slowly making my way to the door. I was able to undo a couple of knots by the time I reached the doorway. I heard Melissa’s voice chirp “Time!” and then heard her get up and go into the kitchen. More rustling of bags as I frantically worked at the ropes, undoing another knot and feeling the ropes stretching and loosening a tiny bit. Presently soft, bare feet on carpet returned and I felt the bag open.

“Brrr!” I cried as the thick, cold liquid spilled down my back. This was much stickier, it had to be molasses or honey. It kept coming and coming… just how big was this bottle?!? My hands were now a sticky, nearly helpless mess. The tangle of ropes were stuck together with the goo into globs and as she closed the bag, I heard the keys in her pockets jingle. Then I heard the sound of keys in cloth dropping to the floor. Her toes brushed my face as she placed what I gathered to be her shorts over my blindfolded head. “This time the kisses have to work their way up…” she said as she sat down, one leg on each side of me. I felt her toes work their way into my mouth and sucked obligingly. Her other foot caressed my head, massaging and moving it to her will. Then her toes slid out and I felt the soft skin of her calf. Kissing frantically as I worked the knots, she purred with satisfaction. Her feet wrapped over me and began to work the molten bag around me, mixing the gel inside.

Suddenly she stopped, and with a big cleansing breath of fresh air, announced that it was scotch time again. This time I heard her take a few drinks before feeding me my usual two shots. My head was buzzing both from the alcohol as well as from the isolated feeling that the blindfold and bag of stuff provided. I heard the TV come on and the sounds of video tapes being cued up.

“Did I bore you?” I called. “No, I’m just getting hot, and need to keep things going until the next ten minutes!” she called back. I shook off her shorts. This time I made it down the hall maybe ten feet… it was hard to tell with the blindfold and buzzing. Although I had a constant hard-on because of the dick-rope, and my libido constantly pressed onward for more, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Finally, the TV went silent and I heard her return.

A few moments later she returned. “Next!” she said as I felt a soft cloth drop over my head. This was followed by a strangely shaped bit of clothing that despite my situation could instantly be identified as her bra. She laid down on the floor and I felt her arms encircle my head. “Ravage me!” she moaned as I felt her small but firm breasts press to my face. I kissed and licked for all I was good as her hands lifted and guided my head to the desired spots. Her breathing became more and more agitated, and her hands more insisting. The bag clung to me at every point, the thick glue-like liquid now having formed a smooth, thick layer over my whole body. My feet and hands were encased in the oozing mire and it felt like the wonderful, warm inside of a woman. I felt my libido and body surge as I bit into her nipple. She gasped in ecstasy and cried out “Oh, yea!” as my body wrenched with another bone-crushing climax. As her fingers kept frantically running through my hair, I kept cuming, until totally exhausted, I collapsed into her lap.

“Enjoyed ourselves, did we?” she asked. I panted and nodded… it was all I could do.

“…and what about me?” she asked again. I couldn’t speak… I muttered a few syllables.

“Well, take heart… this is the last substance I could afford… but you still have a lot of work to do to make it worth my while” she consoled. With a slight grunt she got up and went into the kitchen. I was too tired to move, every muscle was dead. As I heard her soft footfalls, she sat down again and spoke.

“Your being this tired is no good to me. I’ve only got one piece of clothes left on… want to see?” At this she removed the blindfold. Sure enough, she sat there wearing only a pair of black satin panties. I had seen her in one piece swimsuits but this sight of her was a vision! Her long, slim legs reached past my range of vision over my shoulders, where her feet slowly rested on my shoulders. Sitting up on her elbows, she continued. “…and their getting almost too wet to wear! Now here’s the deal: I’ll add the last goop and then you have however long it takes to make it to the floor of the kitchen. Once there on the floor where the mess will be easier to clean up, I’ll cut you free, I promise. But there will be one obstacle in the way, and you’ll have one last task to perform…can you guess what that is?” Seeing her soaked panties, I raised an eyebrow and licked my upper lip. “Good…” she cooed with a slight quiver in her voice. “Now let’s make this last part a little more difficult!” She replaced the blindfold and I heard the sound of a plastic pail being opened.

“Not ice cream!” I shouted!

“No…” she purred as I smelled the approaching peanut butter, “…not ice cream but that’s the size of a pail they had! Amazing, isn’t it?!!” I felt her slender hands open the bag and scoop in handful after handful of the globby substance, each time mixing the surrounding sticky goo into it. It got thicker and thicker, until it was like tar. “This is *really* disgusting…” she announced. “I wouldn’t want to try to move in that stuff.”

“What if I just decide to give up and sleep here a while? You wouldn’t enjoy that too much, would you?” I said egging her on.

“Oh, so you want to sleep? How about a little ‘snack’ before beddy time?” she said sarcastically. I felt my mouth forced open and a huge scoop of peanut butter stuffed inside. As she forced my mouth closed, it squished out, and I tried to complain about the mess on the floor. Her voice softened in concern for a moment: “Can you still breath o.k.? she asked. I nodded… as long as I didn’t do anything stupid, everything would be o.k. My tongue was mired in the sticky morass inside my mouth and for a few minutes, speech would be impossible. The thought of a food gag had never occurred to me, and despite my exhaustion, I got a little rush. “Now let’s make sure the TV doesn’t keep you awake!” she added. “Nighty, night!” was the last sound I heard before I felt the sticky globs of PB stuffed into my ears. It was one of the most horrible sensations I had experienced as the goo molded its clinging shape to every curve and crevasse of my skin! I was completely unable to do anything about it as she filled my ears completely and smoothed it off, like a master mason. I was now in a completely isolated world, unable to hear more than muffled sounds, unable to see, unable to feel anything but the gooey mass around me and unable to speak. She touched my mouth and I chewed and eventually was able to make sounds, although my dry tongue stuck to my mouth. I felt her move close to my ear and heard a muffled “Can you speak enough to call if you need me?” I grunted affirmatively and felt a kiss on my forehead and felt the floor vibrate as she walked away.

From this point on, time had no meaning. After unsuccessfully trying to shake the PB out of my ears, I rested for some span of time maybe even dozing off a bit. Finally, I felt strength enough to resume my slow path to the kitchen. I knew the sooner I passed the final obstacle, the sooner I’d be released and get the PB out of my ears! It was a real annoying sensation and a terrific incentive! I bumped into the walls several times, totally disoriented by this point. I heard the muffled sounds of the TV and knew that I had made it out of the hall and into the Dining area. I had no clue as to time and hoped that I was heading in the right direction. The heavy mass of glop around me made every motion ten times more difficult… the knots of the rope were a solid, gooey mass with no hope of being untied. My only chance was to make it to the safe spot of the linoleum kitchen floor.

With each squirm I hoped to feel its cool, smooth clean surface, but instead felt only carpet. I bumped into a wall.

Moving left, I touched the phone table and knew I was off my target by almost ten feet! I heard a muffled laugh, and a soft foot pushed my shoulders toward the right direction. This new touch reawoke my libido, and as I crawled through my endless sucking morass, my chin felt a scrap of cloth, and I smelled the wet scent of a woman aroused.

As I worked my way forward, I felt a smooth calf on my cheek. As I had expected, Melissa was sitting right in front of the kitchen and the only way to safety was through her thighs. Kissing and licking as I made my way up her legs, I felt her writhing body, hot and sweaty. When I passed her knees, I felt her now wet, sticky fingers caress my face. Then with such relief, I felt her fingers scoop out my ears. Sound rushed in and I felt as though I was reborn again. The first sound I heard was her moans and breathy command “Don’t… stop!…” I resumed the task of eating my way up her leg until I reached the wettest, stickiest spot I’d encountered all day! I had never encountered a woman who was as soaked and sticky as she was! As I approached, her hands grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth deep into her. She writhed and moaned as she held my head firmly, covering my face with her juice. As I licked and licked, my face was soon covered in a coating of her. While her moans became louder and nearer, I beginning to squirm myself, aroused to a climax even greater than before! Finally, after a minute or more of this, I exploded, briefly stopping my actions on her. “If you stop now, I’ll never let you out!” She shrieked, rubbing my face into her crotch. Frantically, I continued as best I could and felt another wave of release wash over me as I was forced to service my Mistress. She gasped one last long breath and started a long, growing moan that lasted seemingly forever! Finally, she collapsed, and pulled off my blindfold. I looked up at her wide smile and knew my sentence was fulfilled. After cutting one hand free, she dropped the knife and I knew I still had at least a half hour of hard work ahead… plus a mess to clean up… but watching Melissa pick up her clothes and get dressed, I could only smile. She wiped the peanut butter off her thighs, and gave me a wink. “You going to be ok?” she asked. Summoning all of my remaining strength, I nodded. Melissa blew a kiss as she walked to the door with a final warning: “Good, because next time, I won’t be so nice!”

Last Orders

— by Anonymous —

It’d been a great night out. At ten o’clock Emma mentioned that she was quite hungry and suggested we have a late meal at her favourite restaurant that was nearby.

We were greeted at the restaurant by an athletic looking girl in her late twenties; she had a gorgeous blonde bob which framed her pretty face and was dressed in a crisp white linen shirt and a long white apron hiding most of her short pink skirt. Emma introduced to me Jenny who showed us swiftly to a table near the back. The restaurant was buzzing.

I enjoyed the food I ordered, but couldn’t keep my eyes off Emma. She was dressed for seduction; and she knew exactly what would turn me on. She had a short tightly fitting black skirt and black tights; her low cut black sweater was pure long fluffy mohair; her hair was long, straight, dark and full of body and shine. She played with her hair constantly as she talked with me – knowing that I wanted to do the same. She occasionally blew gently onto her generous breasts to see my reaction as the fluffy mohair danced in front of my eyes.

It was late by the time we’d finished our fresh turbot; we were the only diners left in the restaurant. Jenny walked over to our table smiling infectiously. “Would you like some dessert Emma?”, she asked. “Yes, I think I shall. And you must have some too”, Emma directed me. I was quite full – but what the hell!

Ten minutes later Emma’s dessert arrived. I had to do a double-take. Jenny put two bowls on the table, each fifteen inches in diameter and each piled at least ten inches high with banana cream pie. “You did order the SPECIAL, Emma”, Jenny inquired. “Absolutely” Emma answered and then looked at me …. “Now watch this. Jenny will show you exactly how I like my banana cream pie.”

Jenny took a pie in each hand and stood behind Emma. Emma smiled at me, licked her lips and rubbed her fingers over her mohair covered tits. Jenny thundered both pies at Emma, one coming from each side of her face …. the pies went everywhere. Jenny made sure that Emma had been well smeared with pie – especially her face, hair and all over her lovely mohair jumper.

Emma spoke through an inch of cream on her face, “What did you order darling? It must be coming soon!”. Jenny was soon back with my dessert. Chocolate cream gateaux. The cake was as large as one of Emma’s banana cream pies, and Jenny placed it right in front of me. “I think you might need some help”, suggested Emma, and in a second she was standing behind me. I noticed that banana cream pie had covered the front of her skirt and dripped over her black tights also. She placed her pied arms around my neck and brought her creamy face close to mine.

“Now, in a moment I’m going to kneel in front of you and unzip that big cock of yours. Jenny is going to stand behind you like I am now, and force your head into all of that gooey chocy cream. Does that turn you on?”. What a stupid question. And so Emma gave me the most erotic banana cream pie blow-job … and Jenny slowly pushed my willing face into the chocolatey depths of the cream cake. After a few seconds, I was aware that the back of my head was the target for the extra chocolate sauce I’d ordered. It poured and poured … I felt it ooze down my neck well inside my shirt.

Just before I came to climax, Emma removed me from her mouth and pushed me to the floor on my back. “Now we do some real pie fucking”, she cried, and pushed my throbbing cock inside her sodden knickers to her hot fur zone. She wrapped her banana pie covered mohair arms around my neck and pulled me close to her smiling face. I erupted inside her as her tongue pushed deep into my mouth.

Allie’s Bet

— by Anonymous —

Allie should have known better than to bet on St. Stephen’s. A professor of psychology at Florida Tech, Allie was none the less torn when her alma mater, St. Stephen’s U. was slated to play a 1st round NCAA tournament basketball game against her current employer. Giving her more grief than anyone that week was her graduate assistant, Heather. Ultimately, a wager was made, with Heather setting the terms. “If you win I promise to enter the case file archives on my own time, before Spring Break begins…”

“Sounds great!” perked up Allie, temporarily forgetting that St. Steve’s was a 15th seed in the Southeast bracket. “What’s in it for you, Heather?”

Turning mischievously toward Allie, Heather grinned and said “Well, chief, let’s just say that if I win, I own your ass for the rest of the day.”

Allie gulped. “I’m not sure I get what you mean?” she asked half-worried, half-intrigued.

“Nothing major” Heather responded re-assuringly. “It’s just that it’s been a long year, and by your own admission, you work me like a dog. I just want a little payback. Don’t worry, it’ll all be in good fun. Besides, don’t you have any faith in your alma mater?”

“We’ll kick your ass!” shot back Allie instinctively “You’re on!”

The NCAA Tournament is notorious for early round upsets. However, this one was not to be. The final score Florida Tech 78 St. Steve’s 67. Almost immediately after the final buzzer, Allie’s phone rang. “Put on your Sunday best, chief.” It was Heather, speaking in a stern monotone “I’ll pick you up in precisely one hour. We’re going to Artaud’s, your treat.”

“Artaud’s, Heather? You’re not gonna be cheap tonight, are you?”

“Just be ready.” With that Allie proceeded to take a shower and get dressed. After getting ready, she stopped to admire herself. Though she had just hit the big 3-0, Allie didn’t look much older than the students she was teaching. Her shoulder length dirty-blond bob, green eyes and pouty lips perfectly offset her porcelain skin. She was dressed in a strapless, floral pattern dress that came to just above her knees, thigh-high suntan stockings, and a pair of strappy, white high-heeled sandals. Sipping a glass of white zinfandel, swaying to Lorena McKennitt’s “All Souls Night”, Allie fixated upon the image gazing back at her from the full-length mirror. “Mmmm….I could make love to myself all night long” she thought to herself.

BZZZZZZZZZ…..the doorbell rang. “Come in! It’s unlocked!” Allie shouted. It was Heather, but not like any Heather Allie had seen before. To say Heather dressed casually around the office was an understatement, but tonight…Wow, what a difference. Heather was beautiful by any standard. Her long, brown curly hair was flecked with sun-bleached blond. Her piercing green eyes, Mediterranean complexion, and button nose made for an extremely appealing combination of cute and exotic. She was wearing a little, black cocktail dress, black garter and stockings, and a pair of black high-heeled ankle strap sandals.

“Hi chief! Ready for Artaud’s ?”

“Uh sure, Heather. I have to say you look really nice tonight.”

“You don’t look half bad yourself, chief…I mean Allie…I forgot, I’m in charge tonight”

“By the way, Heather, what’s the deal with tonight?”

“Well, I thought you’d treat me to a nice little meal and some wine.” replied Heather innocently “And then?…”asked Allie with a hint of concern

“Now that’s the fun part. Don’t think I’m going to spoil the surprise!”

One expensive dinner and almost two bottles of wine later, Allie and Heather arrived back at Heather’s house. Allie was now a little tipsy and wondering just what Heather had in mind. Was Heather trying to seduce her? The thought had Allie more than a little nervous, yet somehow it seemed intriguing. Allie had never fantasized about a woman before, but Allie had to admit that her eyes kept wandering back to Heather. Then again, she thought “Maybe I’m overreacting”.

Heather could sense the tension surging through Allie. It was now time to take control. “Allie?”

“Yes?”

“The time is now.” Heather spoke in a firm but almost hypnotically relaxing tone of voice. “I know you’re probably a little nervous about what is going to happen to you shortly. I want you to relax. I need you to surrender to my will. Listen to me and enjoy the ride. Are you ready?”

“Yes” said Allie breathily

“Good. First I must blindfold you.” Heather then tied a silk sash over Allie ‘s eyes. “Now follow me.” Heather took Allie by the hand a led her down a flight of stairs. Once downstairs, Heather commanded Allie to get down on all fours. The drones of the Velvet Underground’s first album played in the background, lending a foreboding ambiance to the occasion. Over the drones, Allie seemed to hear a second pair of footsteps. She then felt a sandal clad foot graze softly against her cheek, then lips. The three criss-cross toe straps and nylon-clad toes seemed to feel like how she remembered Heather’s feet looked.

Heather’s voice cooed seductively “Allie, I want you to use that sexy tongue on my foot. Make love to it the way I know you want to.” Allie then took the foot in her hands. She started to lightly kiss each toe, before using her tongue to explore each space between toes. Massaging the instep with her hand, Allie started sucking the toes, her tongue sandwiched between the nylon-clad toes and the sole of the sandal. The sighs of pleasure coming from above, the wine, and the droning music were combining to make Allie feel alive in a way she had never quite felt before. At this point, she wanted nothing more than to rip off the blindfold and ravish Heather. As her tongue worked its way up the foot to the ankle, Allie could feel that she was getting wet between her legs…

All of a sudden, Allie felt a pair of lingerie clad breast gently stroke against…her back?? Allie could feel Heather’s warm, sweet breath in her left ear as she said in a voice barely above a whisper. “You’re doing wonderfully, my little flower….I’m going to remove your blindfold now.” When the blindfold was removed, Allie looked up. “Oh my god….” , she thought.

It was Wendy, her top student, looking down on her, with a look of satisfaction. She looked like an angel, her long strawberry blond hair winged back revealing her gorgeous baby blue faraway eyes, and lightly freckled skin. She was clad in a white teddy, a white garter, suntan stockings and a pair of white high-heeled ankle strap sandals that were identical to Heather’s in all but color.

Heather then swung around to face Allie. She was now dressed in a black teddy, in fact she was dressed like a negative image of Wendy. She got behind Wendy, straddled her, and lightly kissed her cheek while stroking her hair. Wendy sighed deeply, and then turned her head to kiss Heather sweetly on the lips. Heather then turned her attention to Allie. “Allie, I hope you don’t mind. Wendy is here to earn extra credit assisting me tonight. With your approval, of course.”

Allie looked up at Wendy. She had a puppy dog look of anticipation on her face. “Oh… why not!” Allie sighed, trying to hide any looks of infatuation. She was now completely disoriented. Allie felt very embarrassed, yet aroused. She had no idea what was next. Heather then nodded to Wendy, who then proceeded to take Allie by the hand and lead her to a support beam. Wendy then used the silk sash to loosely tie Allie to the support beam, hands behind her back. Heather then walked up to Allie and started caressing her.

“Allie, I had a wonderful time tonight at dinner.” Heather cooed as she moved her lips tantalizingly close to Allie’ s. “But it was missing just one thing”

“What would that be?” Allie purred seductively, her eyes locked in a longing gaze with the luscious brunette temptress.

“Why dessert, of course!” With that Heather took the de-tinned banana cream pie Wendy had slipped her, and sensuously smeared it in Allie’s face. As the cool cream exploded across her face, Allie felt a shudder go throughout her body. Impulsively, she licked Heather’s cream and crust covered fingers. “Allie!” giggled Heather, slightly taken aback “You really seemed to enjoy that, you wildwoman. This is gonna be fun. Ohhh Wendy. Please be a dear and clean off our guest’s eyes. It’s time for you to earn your extra credit.”

Wendy then reemerged with a rolling tray loaded with dozens of cream pies of various flavors. Heather then produced a chair for Allie to sit on. “Have you ever had a lap dance, Allie?” asked Heather. Allie shook her head no. “Well, Wendy’s dying to give you one. Don’t you think she’s beautiful?”

“Without question.” Allie looked straight at Wendy and said invitingly “I’m all yours. Don’t hold anything back.” Wendy broke out into a big grin, like a little kid just about to open her Christmas presents, she turned toward Heather who nodded approvingly, and then picked up a heaping key lime pie. She then walked over to Allie , sat down on her lap, cleared the pie left on her face, and then kissed her passionately on the lips.

Wendy then forcefully smushed the Key Lime Pie right in Allie’s kisser. Allie moaned appreciatively. Then Wendy pulled her teddy down, exposing her voluptuous breasts. She grabbed Allie by the back of her head and pulled her face toward her chest and started to grind away. “No wonder men have such a thing about big breasts” Allie thought to herself. Wendy slowly pulled away and again gave Allie a long, slow, wet kiss, getting a little white cream and green filling on her face in the process. As she saw Wendy’s face, Allie began to hope fervently she would have a chance to return the pieing. For the time being, this was out of her hands.

Wendy grabbed two whipped cream topped cherry pies and pied Allie’s breasts, making sure the bulk of the mess got inside her dress. She then massaged Allie’s chest, working in the cream and cherry filling. After another long kiss, Wendy got up and started obliterating Allie’s dress with a mix of chocolate cream, and lemon meringue pies. When she was finished, Wendy paused for a moment to admire her work. She then unzipped Allie’s dress and slowly wriggled it off her.

Allie was now stripped down to only her little white panties, stockings and sandals. Wendy then removed her teddy altogether, exposing her neatly trimmed bush. Picking up an extraordinarily thick and gooey marshmallow cream pie out of its tin with both hands, Wendy then straddled Allie and gently pushed the pie into her face, completely obliterating her features. With two heaping handfuls of excess pie cream, Wendy massaged Allie’s bare chest, paying special attention to her deliciously pointed nipples.

As she did this, Allie began to notice Wendy was getting rather moist between her legs. Seemingly reading Allie’s mind, Wendy took a pie covered finger to her wet mound. She then offered the scented finger to her captive, who ecstatically slurped it up. Wendy then dipped her hand into another marshmallow cream pie and pulled out a giant handful. Allie braced herself for what was coming. Wendy smashed the pie cream into Allie’s crotch, fingering her clitoris as she worked the cream in. Allie started breathing harder and harder as first one and then two fingers penetrated her sugar walls. The two women’s bodies rubbed against each other, lubricated with sweat and pie cream. As Allie approached orgasm, time seemed to stop. As waves of ectascy began to reverberate from her vagina, Wendy smashed a de-tinned banana cream pie right into Allie’s face. The impact of the creamy pie intensified the orgasm to such a degree that Allie let out a scream of pure ecstasy.

As the two of them caught their breath, Heather re-emerged, thrilled with Wendy’s performance. She walked over to the couple and reached out to Wendy, who took her hand and got up. Allie felt a twinge of jealousy as Heather started kissing and caressing Wendy, occasionally pausing to look at Allie devilishly, as if to say “You lost our bet, remember?” “So Allie, how did my little angel do tonight?” asked Heather, while still focusing her eyes and hands on the lovely Wendy.

“She was wonderful.” said Allie warmly “If you untie me, I could show her my appreciation up close and personal.”

“Now come on Allie. I did win the bet. I’ll do the rewarding around here.” said Heather as she moved her hand down to Wendy’s mound. “But I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll let you share the reward with Wendy. Wendy, if you want to share your reward with your new playmate, untie her and bring her over to the sofa” Wendy’s and Allie’s eyes both lit up. Allie licked her pie covered lips. Wendy walked over, untied Allie and the two lovers embraced. Wendy then dropped to her knees, hooked Allie’s panties around her thumbs, and yanked them down. She then stuck her nose between Allie’s legs and smelled her womanhood.

“I said the sofa Wendy!” said Heather, pointing to the couch in the corner. Wendy and Allie walked over to the sofa hand in hand. Wendy then sat Allie down , sat on her lap, and put her arm around her. Heather then sat down next to Allie and pulled out a 2 ft sheet cake with extra frosting off the pie cart. Allie and Wendy put their heads together, with their faces side by side, both tingling with anticipation.

Heather held the cake about 4 inches from their faces, psyching them out several times before plunging the gooey confection deep into their waiting faces. Heather swirled the cake sheet around for maximum coverage before slowly removing the cake sheet. Both women cleared their eyes, looked at each other’s completely frosting covered face, and got instantly wet. Allie kissed Wendy full on the lips, and the two of them rubbed their faces against each other, further smearing the frosting.

Heather then took a pair of key lime pies and plastered them to Wendy’s chest. She did likewise to Allie with a pair of coconut cream pies. This was followed up with a cherry cream pie to each girl’s stomach. As the pies hit, the telephone rang.

“I can’t believe this!” shouted Heather “I was just getting started! Look ladies, I’m gonna take this call upstairs. Here’s a tray of marshmallow cream pies to keep you busy. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Once Heather left the room, Wendy finally spoke up. “I can’t believe we’re doing this! This is so crazy!”

“You mean having a naked pie fight with your Psych professor?”

“Yeah that…I mean I’ve never made love to a woman before and if you don’t want to…I mean I want to…make love to you…but…”

“Of course I want to make love to you” Allie said reassuringly as she took Wendy’s hand “Look, no matter what happens after tonight, don’t worry about it, tonight nothing’s off limits” Allie then kissed Wendy on the cheek and rearranged their sitting position so that both women were seated on the sofa facing each other, legs spread, vaginal lips touching. Allie wiped Wendy’s face clean and then her own.

She then reached over and grabbed two pies, handed one to Wendy, and kept one for herself, which both lovers both promptly de-tinned. “Wendy, my love” Allie cooed affectionately “I want to thank you for the hottest, the funniest, and the sexiest experience of my life. This exchange of pies will symbolize our mutual exploration of each other this evening.” With that the two lovers slowly and sensually pied each others face, smearing the marshmallow cream and crust in a circular motion, while simultaneously grinding their two wet pussies together. Allie and Wendy slowly opened their eyes to look at each other, avoiding wiping their eyes clear to preserve maximum facial coverage. Wendy’s face was completely covered in white with the exception of her open eyes and slightly open mouth, and her hair was streaked with pie cream. Allie’s face was also totally pie covered with a stubborn piece of crust still stuck to her left cheek, her dirty blond hair sticky with pie. The sight of each others pie covered faces caused the two lovers to speed up their perfectly rhythmic thrusting. Allie was so worked up, she grabbed Wendy by the hair and pulled her close for an intense, seemingly endless french kiss. After the kiss, Wendy reached over for another pie and handed it to Allie. “Allie, I’m gonna cum anytime now. When I say now, let me have it. Pie my face like its never been pied before.”

“Anything for you, you little vixen. Just close your eyes and let me take you to heaven” Wendy closed her eyes, and Allie picked up a second pie. She held both pies tantalizingly close to Wendy’s face while Wendy wrapped her arms tightly around Allie’s waist. Both women were breathing rapidly and moaning. Wendy was starting to scream “Oh…oh yeah…harder…oh yeah…oh…oh..oh..NOW!” At that moment, Allie smushed both pies into Wendy’s face and hair, as both lovers came simultaneously. “Oh Allie, I love you.” cooed Wendy as the two lovers embraced.

Now lying on top of Allie, Wendy started softly kissing her face all over, gradually working her way down her neck to Allie’s small, but perky breasts. Wendy gently licked and nibbled at each nipple, driving Allie crazy with lust. She then got off Allie and kneeled on the floor in front of the sofa. Wendy picked up a tub of Cool Whip, spread her lover’s legs, and then proceeded to empty the entire contents on Allie’s spread pussy. “I am now going to give myself a hair-pie in the face” Wendy solemnly proclaimed, and with that dove face first into the Cool Whip. Her tongue worked fast and furious, darting in and out of Allie’s folds, teasing her clit. Allie seethed with passion as her lover brought her to new peaks of ectascy. It was the best oral sex Allie had ever had in her life. Wendy seemed to instinctively know Allie’s little pleasure spots. As she began to focus on Allie’s clit , Wendy could feel her lover’s legs wrapping around her head tighter. Allie was thrusting her womanhood with increasing intensity, fucking Wendy’s creamy face. As the thunderous orgasm approached, Allie took another cream pie and pied herself forcefully. Wendy soon came up for air, climbing back on the loveseat, embracing her lover and kissing her, giving Allie a taste of herself, as their tongues intermingled.

Allie then reached over for another marshmallow cream confection, and lovingly pied Wendy’s face yet again. “Hey, what was that for?” asked Wendy

“No reason.” replied Allie “I just love pieing your gorgeous little face. Are you enjoying it?”

“Totally. All those pies were originally meant for you. But when I put that first key lime pie in your face, I knew that I had to experience what you were feeling myself. When Heather put that cake in our faces, I could hardly control myself, it felt so good. Each pie you hit me with just makes me want you more. I’m looking at you now, all messy and everything, and it puts me in heat. I love the expression you make right after I pie you, all indignant at first, then ecstatic.” Changing the subject, Wendy continued “I have a confession to make, Allie. In class, I can’t keep my eyes off you. I love those short skirts you always wear to show off your legs, and you always have the sexiest, strappiest sandals on. That’s why I started dressing like that. I figured that if you were turning me on , you must be driving the guys wild. I never thought about actually…getting together…with you, but when Heather found out I worked at a bakery part-time and set up this deal…I asked to be a part of it. Heather asked me if I would be willing to fool around with her a little tonight, in the spirit of fun. I told her I had never fooled around with women, but that I had an open mind. She said ‘Cool. Things could get interesting between the three of us’.”

“Yeah, what happened to Heather? She’s missing her own party.” “She’s probably arguing with that asshole boyfriend of hers, Allie. I don’t know why she keeps putting up with him. Who needs men anyway? Let’s 69, teech!”

“That’s one phrase I didn’t think I’d hear this semester.”

“Well that calls for another round of pies, if I do say so myself.”

With that Wendy and Allie stood up. They each took two extra-large banana cream pies and de-tinned them, and then stood facing each other toe to suntan stockinged, strappy white high heeled sandaled toe. On a three count, each girl pied the other’s face with their right hand and the other’s pussy with their left. The pies were smeared slowly and sensually for about thirty seconds, as Wendy and Allie moaned and sucked each other’s fingers. As they did this, excess pie cream dripped down their legs onto their feet and wiggling toes.

“Oh dear, what a mess.” sighed Allie, with mock sincerity “This will never do.” Allie led the still blinded-by-pie Wendy back to the loveseat and laid her down. Laying down opposite her, Allie started licking Wendy’s pie covered sandals. Wendy followed suit and took Allie’s nylon clad tootsies into her mouth, fulfilling yet another fantasy.

“Mmmm…not only do you have beautiful feet to look at, Allie, they taste great, too.” said Wendy playfully.

“Yeah, your tootsies are pretty tasty, too. But I bet your sweet, young pussy is even tastier.” moaned Allie sexily.

“You’ve got a point there, Allie.” The two lovers, lubricated with pie cream, slid their faces into mutual muff dive position. Allie’s tongue went to work on Wendy’s folds as Wendy teased Allie’s clit with soft kisses. The two lovers ate each other out with gusto, building up to near peaks, periodically slackening the pace to prolong the sensations. Wendy and Allie starting slurping each other’s throbbing clits with increasing speed and intensity, finally exploding in a violent crescendo of thrusting, grunting and moaning. The two lovers experienced a mutual, simultaneous orgasm that seemed to fuse their two bodies together, as what felt like an electrical current surged through their bodies. Afterwards, Allie spun around and silently cuddled with Wendy, as the two lovers caught their breath. Both knew that they had just shared the greatest erotic experience of their lifetime…and it wasn’t over yet. There was still over 30 pies and two more cakes on the cart, and one thoroughly unpied brunette to play with.

Allie and Wendy took turns toweling each other off, totally clearing their faces and getting most of the accumulated pie off their bodies. Wendy put her white teddy back on, as Allie de-tinned the rest of the pies. “I can’t wait for Heather to get back down here.” mused Allie “We’re gonna give her the pieing of a lifetime.”

“Among other things.” said Wendy as she walked over to a remote corner of the basement and picked up a strap-on dildo.

“My lord! What did Heather have planned for you anyway!?” “She is so bad.” giggled Allie, as she took the dildo from Wendy “I think we might have to turn the tables a little bit.”

“You mean, give her a little taste of your medicine” cooed Wendy, as she stroked Allie’s bush ” I think she’ll like that.”

“Wendy, I think I hear her coming. Just follow my lead.” Allie then proceeded to strap on the dildo, which had a french tickler used to get the wearer off, and loosely wrapped a towel around herself, in order to conceal it.

Heather came down the stairs wearing a smug smile. “Ladies, I finally did it!” she announced “I dumped that scumbag! I’m a free woman!”

“Congratulations, Heather! It took you long enough.” responded Allie “You missed a great pie fight. Wendy and I are gonna go shower up and grab some coffee. Wanna join us?”

“Hold on!” shouted Heather “What about our bet?!”

“Well, I took you out to dinner, and Wendy took care of pieing me.” Allie offered teasingly “Believe me, I was totally pied. What else did you plan to subject me to?”

“Well…uh…” stammered Heather, suddenly turning shy “I didn’t really get a chance… to pie you the way I wanted to.”

“So this is about pies.” said Allie, feigning disappointment. Taking a hold of Heather’s hands, she moved in for the kill “I thought you might have wanted to make love to me.” Turning towards Wendy, she continued “Oh well. Wendy have you ever tried Java Hut’s double expresso. C’est magnifique!”

As Wendy and Allie walked towards the stairs, Heather cried out anxiously. “Wait! Won’t you both please stay a little longer?” Wendy and Allie looked at each other, giggled, and then slowly walked over to Heather.

As Wendy gently massaged Heather’s shoulders, Allie got up close to her prey. “The question, my lovely Heather, is how bad do you want us?” Allie then reached for a pie and held it mere inches from Heather’s face “Would you let me take this thick, gooey lemon meringue pie and rub it in your face?”

Heather looked her tormentor straight in the eyes and replied seductively “With pleasure.” Allie pushed the pie into Heather’s waiting face, twirling the crust in a circular motion. As she removed her hand, the pieces of crust slowly slid off, leaving Heather’s gorgeous face a gooey swirl of lemon custard and white cream. Heather muttered an almost inaudible “Wow” , as the sensation of the cool, gooey mess on her face made her tingle all over.

Allie then picked up a coconut cream pie. “Would you like me to pie you again?” Allie purred “You look so cute with a pie-face, I could just eat you up.”

Heather licked her lips thinking of her mentor’s face between her legs, and responded “Let me have it!” Allie pied Heather’s face forcefully, pushing her back into Wendy’s waiting arms.

Wendy started to nibble on Heather’s pie-covered ear, driving her crazy with lust. “Mmmm, you taste good.” Wendy whispered softly “But I’d love to see how you wear banana cream”

“Ohhh, that’s my favorite flavor” murmured Heather as she picked out the thickest, gooiest banana cream pie off the rack and handed it to Wendy. “Please do me the honor of putting this in my face.” Wendy happily obliged, smearing the overloaded pie all around her friend’s face as she rubbed her barely concealed breasts on Heather’s back. Wendy used the excess pie cream on Heather’s teddy-covered breasts, causing her to gasp and moan.

Still blinded with banana cream pie, Heather did not see Allie approach with two chocolate cream pies. Wendy pulled Heather’s teddy down to her ankles, as Allie delivered a pie to each bare breast. “Oh god…that feels so good.” Heather moaned as Allie massaged her gooey pie-covered breasts. As Allie stroked and pinched Heather’s deliciously hard nipples, Wendy picked up two cool whip loaded cherry cream pies. She smashed one pie into Heather’s dripping wet pussy and the other into her firm ass. After helping Wendy massage the cream and cherry filling into Heather’s hot, wet pussy, Allie dropped to her knees and started furiously eating her out. Wendy started licking Heather’s face clean, pausing occasionally to passionately french kiss her. Heather, between moaning and biting her lower lip, managed to pull down Wendy’s teddy and feel up her ample breasts. As Heather moved closer to orgasm, Wendy picked up two marshmallow cream pies and handed one to Heather. Seconds later, Heather started to scream. “Oh..oh..oh..OH..OH” SPLAT!! Wendy and Heather smashed the pies in each other’s faces, and marshmallow cream flew everywhere. The pie in the face triggered the most intense orgasm Heather had ever experienced, as she rode Allie’s face for all she was worth.

When Allie stood up, Heather rewarded her with a lovingly rubbed in faceful of banana cream pie. Allie then picked up two key lime pies and pied Heather’s and Wendy’s faces simultaneously. Heather and Wendy retaliated, taking turns pieing Allie’s face and body with a series of cool whip pies.

Allie then took Heather by the hand and led her to the sofa. Unwrapping the towel, Heather discovered the dildo strapped to Allie. “Oh my God!” shrieked Heather “I forgot all about that thing!”

“Do you want me to use it on you, cupcake?” Heather smiled mischievously , spread her legs, fingered her pussy, and said playfully “Climb aboard, pardner” Allie mounted Heather, who let out a soft gasp as she was being penetrated. With each thrust, Allie got deeper inside Heather. Soon, the lovers got into rhythmic unison, with Heather’s legs wrapped tightly around Allie. They embraced and kissed passionately, their erect nipples grinding against each other.

Wendy, wanting to take part, picked up another 2ft long double-frosted sheet cake. After getting Allie and Heather to turn their heads sideways, Wendy gently pushed the cake into their faces. The two lovers enthusiastically ground their faces into the cake for maximum coverage, before french kissing once again. Wendy took the extra cake and rubbed it all over Allie’s and Heather’s respective chests. Allie’s thrusting was picking up intensity, as both lover’s moans turned to screams. At the moment of climax, Wendy smashed coconut cream pies in both Allie’s and Heather’s faces, vigorously rubbing them in.

After cooling down, and exchanging one more passionate kiss, Allie and Heather turned their attention to their virtually clean prize student. Heather walked over to the pie cart and picked up two huge lemon meringue pies. After handing one to Allie, they proceeded to give Wendy a very messy pie in the face sandwich. They then sandwiched Wendy’s clean body against their pie covered bodies and ground away, messing her up some more.

After removing Wendy’s teddy altogether, Allie picked up the last 2ft sheet cake and smashed it into Wendy’s chest, totally covering not Wendy’s large breasts, but her tight stomach and neatly trimmed bush with gooey cream. Leading Wendy over to the sofa, Heather spread her legs and began eating her out. Allie concentrated on Wendy’s breasts licking, sucking on, and lightly biting her erect cake-covered nipples.

After a few minutes of this, Heather pulled away and strapped on the dildo. Laying down on the sofa, she had Wendy get on top of her. Wendy guided the dildo inside her and started grinding away. Allie steered the pie cart over to the side of the sofa, and then proceeded to straddle Heather’s face, facing Wendy. Picking up a banana cream pie, Allie slowly and deliberately pied Wendy’s face. Wendy returned the favor and slowly pied Allie’s face with a chocolate cream pie. Each pie in the face was followed by a long, wet, sloppy kiss.

The erotic, tit-for-tat cream pie facial exchange continued until there were but three marshmallow cream pies left. As all three lovers, reached a scarifying climax Wendy and Allie pied each other in the face one final time, as a warm orgasmic rush told a hold of their bodies. Climbing off of Heather, the three lovers sat next to each other, exhausted, but completely satisfied.

As a coda to this most carnal of nights, Allie picked up the final pie. “Heather.” Allie intoned “This night together with the three of us was the most fun I’ve ever had. I’m pretty sure that’s the case with all three of us. Because this was your idea, to show our gratitude, Wendy and I would like to present you with this final pie.” Wendy and Allie then took the final pie and slowly smeared it in Heather’s face for a full minute, and followed it up with a final group hug before collapsing exhausted, into a pile. New doors were opened for all three women that night. The three women would remain close in both their professional and personal lives. Their newly discovered bi-sexuality, and pie-sexuality, would lead each to frequently re-live the experience and share it with other partners as well. But that’s another story.