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From: Shokolada <chocmess@wamsat.com>
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Subject: WAM Repost - Catering to Her Desires (m/f, food, pies, sex)
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Catering to Her Desires, by Shokolada

When Linda walked in the room, she wore nothing but
panties cut from
a black plastic bag and the type of disposable plastic
apron often
seen in food service.  Cameron, on the other hand, was
wearing
nothing at all, and he caught his breath at the glorious
fetish sight
of her.

Cameron and Linda liked to play various athletic and
intellectual
games outside the bedroom, and they often staked each
other to
complete obedience that night in the bedroom. 
Unfortunately for
Linda, she'd suffered a bad losing streak recently. 
Truthfully, she
hadn't minded that much - or at all, really - but after
nights of
willingly enduring pieing, dunking, and splattering at
Cameron's
hands, she'd declared that losing streak officially over. 
Linda
proclaimed that she got a free turn at him, and he'd
better shut up
and like it.

Cameron found himself able to accept the proposition.  So,
Linda
planned in secret, by now armed with plenty of information
about
exactly what would drive him wild.  That was the reason he
stood nude
in the kitchen with a plastic tarp under his bare feet and
a table
full of gooey concotions nearby; and she stood there clad
only in the
tight, shiny material that was his second biggest fetish.

"Now," Linda announced the scenario. "You're going to
remain
completely passive until I say otherwise.  I work for this
major
catering service, you see.  We're helping throw a huge
bachelorette
party, and they've ordered our most expensive dessert."

"Which is?"  Cameron thought he could guess the answer.

"You, of course."  With no more warning than that, Linda
grabbed a
chocolate meringue pie and shoved it into his face.  She
rotated the
pie slightly, working the goo in, and pulled the tin away.
 There was
at least a half-inch of gunk coating him from hairline to
chin; Linda
carefully used a forefinger to clear his eyes and nostrils.

Before he'd recovered completely, she handed Cameron a
familiar
object; and hourglass-shape of clear plastic, hot-glued
into the
shape of underpants.  As he slid them on without comment,
he noticed
that she'd cut and glued carefully; there was a good bit
of room in
the rear and crotch.  The latter was a bit of luck, since
the feel of
the gunge on his face and the sight of Linda's nipples
rubbing
themselves against her shiny, translucent apron was
getting Cameron
almost painfully stiff.

Two strips of tape pinched the legs of Cameron's clear
briefs tight. 
"Hold the waist up," she ordered him.  He did so, and she
circled
behind him with a bowl. He gasped as heavy, sticky sludge
flowed
slowly over his ass, settling into the crack between his
cheeks and
moving slowly under his crotch.  Thick brownie batter - he
knew it
had to be.  Linda used her hand on the outside of the
plastic to push
the semi-solid stuff over both cheeks to each hip, and to
make sure
it filled the back without any air bubbles.

She came back around him, taking a new bowl from the
table.  Linda
knelt, smiled up at him briefly, and lowered the plastic
long enough
to plant a kiss on his rock-hard member.  As he twitched,
she poured
the bowl of butter cream into the pants, over his penis
and down to
where it met the chocolate between his legs.  Again she
shifted the
goo around, "accidentally" brushing his member a few
times, until it
filled nearly the entire front of the clear briefs.
Another bit of
tape, and Cameron's crotch and ass were safely sealed
under brown-and
white gunge.

She stepped back to admire the effect.  Cameron himself
was going mad
with the physical sensations and the erotic knowledge that
she was
'forcing' this on him.  (Admittedly, he wasn't exactly
putting up
much resistance.)  Linda whipped out the pocket camera,
and he had to
admit that fair was fair as she grabbed a few frames.

Linda set down the camera and struck a pose of sudden
absent-mindedness.  "This is hard work... and it's awfully
hot in
here.  Oh, there's what I need," and with that, a bowl of
yellow cake
batter flowed into the neck of the apron, cascading down
over her
breasts and along the tied-off waist.  A great deal of it
escaped out
the sides and hit the tarp, but said tarp was textured,
and with
care, footing wasn't a concern.  She put her hands on the
apron over
her breasts, and slowly rubbed the batter over them ,
moving them
around under the plastic and making faint squeals of
pleasure.  "Oh,
yesss.  Yes, that feels much, much better."

"Seems hotter in here to me," Cameron commented in a low
voice,
almost vibrating with impatient lust.

She looked back at him.  "Oh yes!  We'll have to finish
you off
sooner or later, won't we.  Well, raise your arms and hold
still." 
She took a large spatula from the table and tucked a tub
of soft
white frosting under one arm. Starting at the nape of his
neck,
working down and around to the front, she carefully
covered his
entire torso with the frosting.  At one point, she leaned
close while
covering one of his nipples, then 'lost her balance' and
plunged her
face into the sugary mess.  Linda stayed there for a
moment, slid up
and tickled his nipple with her tongue as his breath came
out in
frustrated gasps. Without comment, she pulled away and
repaired the
'damage' with more frosting.

A tube of icing wrote slogans such as "Sweet Boy" and
"Fuck This,
O.K.?" across his chest, stomach, and back; then with
great care,
Linda wrapped his torso in a layer of plastic wrap so as
not to
disturb the writing.

"Walk around the room," she ordered, "and we'll see how
this
travels."  He did - barely.  It seemed as though he was
beeing
carressed, sucked at, licked, and teased from neck to
crotch.  In
seconds he was going to come.  He turned, and Linda was
setting aside
a can of spray whipped cream she'd just emptied into her
own panty
and fingering herself to the sight of him gunged and
wrapped as she'd
been so many times.  She came loudly, and he followed
quick suit.

With his orgasm past, Cameron began to feel a little
silly.  "So
when's this party?"  he asked, returning to her side of
the room.

"Right now," Linda growled, pulling him to the ground.  He
lay back,
squelching into the brownie batter and frosting, as she
tore a
penis-sized hole in his brief and clamped her lips on his
cock.  It
was hard in seconds, and Cameron forgot his brief
embarrassment.  She
sucked and teased him, manipulating the frosting on his
chest while
he shifted around in the batter.  Soon his moans reached a
pitch she
knew and she mounted his newly-cleaned member.  The butter
cream
shifted under her weight, and with the wiggling and
pounding of her
hips, he was in sticky heaven.

"Linda," he pleaded.

"I know," she moaned back.  She reached up to the nearby
table, and
the remaining pies covered their arms, legs, ears, and
faces. 
Cameron came again as chocolate pudding ran down his
cheeks, and
Linda yelped her orgasm before he'd softened appreciably.

They tore the plastic from one another, and cuddled on the
floor, in
the accumulated goo.  He kissed her.  "I'm a very lucky
man, Linda."

"I think I did okay myself."

They lay there long enough for the gunk to be a real pain
to clean
off.

END


Shokolada

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