Hey gang,

Some of you may recall that Mrs. Bee occasionally posted WAM stories here. We recently shot a silly scene of her reading part of her Mrs. Bee and the Baker Man story and thought we'd share some of the pics. And for your reading enjoyment, here is part one of said story, from her original post a few years ago. Enjoy!

Bigshipper


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Mrs. Bee has a sweet tooth one evening and wanders into town looking for a bakery. She has carelessly neglected to get dressed, and is only wearing leopard print pumps and lipstick. Most bakeries close in the late afternoon but she manages to locate an open one. Breathing a sigh of relief as she enters, she finds a display case filled with delectable treats, with more pies & cakes lined up on top of the case and on a table to the side. The baker man and his staff have been very busy preparing for a large party and he was busy putting the finishing touches on various cakes and pies when Mrs. Bee walks in.

The baker man is quite taken aback by the sight of the naked Mrs. Bee, casually inspecting his desserts. Shocked, he's speechless at first, then begins sputtering. "You can't come in here like that! You're naked! This is a bakery, a family establishment! What will my customers think?" Mrs. Bee glances up at him, then turns around to survey the room. A few stunned patrons are seated at small tables in the front of the bakery. Coffee cups suspended midair, they blink in surprise as she studies them for a moment. She slowly turns back and smiles. "I don't see any families in here. And your customers don't seem to mind. In fact, I don't think they mind my presence at all. Not even when I do this..." She proceeds to lean over and dip one breast into a coconut cream pie. "Or this." And she dips the other breast into a chocolate cream pie. She turns back to address the customers, "You don't mind, do you fellas?" They shake their heads no.

"Well, I mind. You simply must leave! You can't be in here without any clothing! I'll have you arrested if you don't leave this instant!" he insists, angry yet turned on at the same time, which confuses him.

Mrs. Bee sighs. "Really? Am I breaking a law? What's the big deal? I'll just pick out one treat and be on my way."

"No, you won't. You'll take the two you've already ruined. That's very unhygienic! What if the health department were to walk in??"

She smirks delicately and dips a finger into yet another of his delicious, creamy pies. She slowly drags it through the cream and brings it to her tongue, her eyes on him the entire time. Mocking him, she exclaims: "Oh, no! Now, that one's ruined. I'm afraid I've created a public health hazard."

"What is wrong with you?!" the baker man nearly shouts. "Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?"

Smiing, she dips her finger into another pie, scooping up more of the whipped cream. She flicks the whipped cream onto his cheek. "Don't be such a fuddy-duddy. My goodness, I think I've ruined four now, by my count." One of the seated customers suppresses a laugh.

Astonished, he puts a hand to the whipped cream on his cheek. "You're going to pay for those!"

She laughs. "Does it look like I'm carrying any money on me?" She gestures in a sweeping way to her naked body.

The commotion in the front of the bakery has attracted the baker's assistants from the back room. Their heads turn from Mrs. Bee to the floor to the baker and back again. "What's going on up here?? Who made this mess?"

The baker points a finger at Mrs. Bee, who despite her nudity, manages to look innocent, standing in her high heels with pie smeared breasts. "She did! And now she's going to clean it up!"

"Ha! I don't clean up messes. I MAKE them," she scoffs as she takes an arm and sweeps a half dozen pies onto the floor all at once, covering their feet in the process.

The baker and his apprentices exchange glances, having no idea what to make of her.

The baker finally says, "You're going to pay for this, one way or another."

Recognizing the kind of threat she admires, Mrs. Bee moves closer to him and mocking him, pretends to yawn. "Oh, please. You're boring me. Why don't you fellas show me what you have in the back room?"

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Good reading and an even better set of pictures. It's good to see that we can still see Mrs. Bee's face around here every once in a while.

This looks abaolutely fantastic. What a great idea. Truly brilliant.

Mrs Bee, you are still rocking those pies...get it, get it?

Fantastic pics of Mrs. Bee, Bigshipper! Love the story.

Now *there's* a bedtime story that will definitely keep me *UP!* all night (As Rhonda Shear used to say)! :devil:

The story itself is very hot! But the pics are awesome! It's so great that Mrs. Bee still pops up every once in a while with some pics!

Mrs. Bee looks amazing in that short black dress! Her long, beautiful hair is still one of her greatest assets! But that gorgeous face, with the 1,000 megawatt smile still gets me every time! :lovestruck:

I love the blueberry pie in the 1st messy pic! Then, as the pies pile on, and the cream gets deeper, the pics just get hotter & hotter!

Thanks to you both for gracing our lives with another lovely, sexy set!

Norman

Very exciting pics! Mrs Bee knocks it out of the park as always!
A great story, too!
Has it really been that long since it was posted? Time flies.

Amazing pics as always, perfect woman, perfect heels and perfect pies!!!

Thanks so much for the story and the photos, Bigshipper and Mrs. Bee.

I really love the story, as I discussed with you (Mrs. Bee anyway) in a thread from about three weeks back. Perhaps my favorite part is the end, with a very slippery, pie-covered Mrs. Bee trying to escape across the hood of a police car, so I hope you'll post part 2 at some point.

And this new set of photos is really sensational. I honestly feel like it's one of the very best shoots you've EVER done, and that's really saying something, given the endless gooey riches you've gifted us with over the years.

Mrs. Bee, you look completely radiant here -- it's like you keep getting lovelier and lovelier as the years go by. I also love the way these photos show off your luscious legs, and the way they stay completely clean throughout these photos, while your upper half gets buried in pie after pie after pie. Needless to say, it's also a great treat when the top of your dress comes down and your spectacular breasts spill out, still mostly clean, and then slowly get surrounded by pie splatter, and eventually covered in it.

All in all, this is timeless, remarkable and wildly erotic WAM at its finest.

Oh, I get it! Good one, silly!


Mrs. Bee

Wow! Thank you so much for the support and all your kind words, Pieromaniac! I think I've aged pretty well, if I do say so myself, hehe!

I'm so happy you enjoyed my story - and the pics. I'm looking around for Part 2, I seem to have misplaced the original written version. I tried to recite it from memory when we shot this scene but I improvised, got sidetracked and veered off script, bursting out laughing in the process. I guess I don't remember it as well as I thought I did.

Maybe I should post a newer one instead, like the one about the natural gas technicians who show up at Mrs. Bee's house for an "inspection" while she is making pies??? OMG such hilariousness, it's ridiculous. I'm blushing just thinkin' about it! :devil: If my day job doesn't pan out, maybe I can make ends meet by writing porn fiction??

If I do find part 2 of the Baker Man, I'll share. In the meantime, if some kind soul here still has it, please feel free to share.

Since I can't reply to every response, I just want to say thank you to all for the hearts, comments and messages. It is greatly appreciated!

I'll leave you with this cheesy mugshot of Mrs. Bee, in jail as a result of the events that took place in part 2.

Mrs. Bee

edited to add: is it weird that I refer to myself in the third person? Or does that count when it's your alter ego talking?

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Nice pics, Mr. & Mrs. BigShipper.

What a wonderful idea. I love Mrs. Bee.

After some digging, I managed to find a copy of the full story on my hard drive. This is a true classic in the field of WAM fiction. Enjoy!

Part 2

I don't have any money on me but I'm sure we can work something out, she winks.

The baker and his assistants exchange a meaningful look. Of course there is always work to be done in a bakery, it never ends, he says.

Just remember, I don't clean!

Oh, you don't, do you? the baker grabs Mrs. Bee by the arms and roughly shoves her up against the wall.

Nope, I don't, she says levelly, meeting his gaze.

What DO you do? he asks, releasing her arms.

Mrs. Bee smiles while she caresses the noticeable bulge in the baker man's pants. I have a good time, she replies. That's what I do.

She slowly eases his pants down, exposing his very erect cock. She slides down to her knees in front of him, stroking his inner thighs with her fingertips as she looks up at him. He's suddenly seized by the urge to smash a pie into her smug face. He motions to one of his assistants to hand him a large, fluffy cream pie. He smooshes the pie into her face, fully expecting her to be shocked and outraged. Instead, she laughs. He shoves his cock into her mouth, and holding her by the hair, begins fucking her face. After a few moments, disappointed that Mrs. Bee shows no sign of distress, he motions for two more pies from his assistants and sandwiches them on her head.

What the hell? She's delighted! Her happiness only serves to frustrate the baker man even more; here he is trying to humiliate her but seems to be only amusing her and making a huge mess in his bakery. He's also using up inventory that he has no time to replace before a customer arrives the next morning to pick up her very large order. But worries aside, the baker is enjoying himself very much as Mrs. Bee has now taken control of the baker's cock and is giving him the blowjob of his life.

In the meantime, a crowd has gathered in the back room. The patrons who were enjoying their treats over coffee have followed and are standing around watching the baker attempt to dominate the naked stranger who appeared out of nowhere and is now clearly aroused. One of the customers shows some initiative and lifts an industrial sized bowl of pink cake batter from the mixer. Just as he tilts the bowl to pour the batter over Mrs. Bee's head and back, the baker shouts, No! Not the champagne cake batter! But it's too late, the batter cascades over Mrs. Bee's red hair and over her face while her lips are still wrapped around the baker's dick. She stops to look behind her, licking the batter to taste it. Champagne? My favorite!

The baker's assistants find themselves very aroused by the evening's turn of events. One of the men decides to take advantage of Mrs. Bee's position on the floor in front of the baker and he starts fucking her from behind. Another customer pours another bowl of batter over Mrs. Bee's back and derriere, just as the baker's other assistant unzips his pants and shoves his dick in her face, alongside the baker, who is just about ready to come. She takes turns sucking the baker and his assistant, while they alternate smashing pies in her face, until they both come all over her face and pie smeared breasts. The customers who have been watching, have also been masturbating, and covering her in various messy substances until they, too, are coming and it mixes in with the batter and pie that's covering her entire body.

Amazingly, her high heels are still intact on her feet! Just as she stands up, a woman suddenly yells quite loudly. Just what in the hell is going on in here? What is the meaning of this? It's the baker's wife, and she is not at all happy. The bakery has been all but destroyed. She stands with her hands on her hips, surveying the room before her eyes fix upon the naked Mrs. Bee, covered in pie, batter, and semen.

She stares at Mrs. Bee for a moment, then looks to her husband. What the hell have you done?

It wasn't me, it was her. I swear.

You're throwing me under the bus? I don't think so!" Mrs. Bee quickly grabs a pie off one of the untouched baker's racks and smashes it into the baker's face. And here's one for you, too, she says, smashing the second pie into the face of the baker's buxom wife.

The wife shrieks in outrage. She attempts to wipe the pie from her face but Mrs. Bee immediately wallops her with another thick, creamy pie. A devilish grin shining from her pie destroyed face, Mrs. Bee begins hurling pies at everyone else in the room, as quickly as she can. Laughing hysterically, she makes it through about a dozen pies before the baker stops her by coming at her from behind with a pie in each hand, sandwiching them around her head. He holds her arms behind her back while the rest of the staff and the customers, and especially the baker's wife, begin to pelt Mrs. Bee with pies and cakes from the racks.

It's great fun for a few moments, until there are no more pies or cakes. No more batter. No more pie filling. The bakery is ruined. The sudden realization that they have no product for the next day sinks in to the baker and his wife. Furious, they lunge for Mrs. Bee. But she, and they, are so slippery, that she easily eludes their grasp and makes for the front door.

Stop her! the baker's wife shouts. Call the police! The customers and crew pursue Mrs. Bee out the front door and into the street. She pauses long enough to remove her leopard print heels, and using them as weapons, hurls them at her pursuers. She sprints down the street, naked and pie covered, with the baker, his assistants, his wife, and a couple of the customers who got caught up in the excitement following behind. She darts into an alley, running smack into a police car. The police officer, sipping a cup of coffee, is startled at the sight and sound of of Mrs. Bee's sticky body on the hood of his car. She attempts to crawl up the windshield to get over the roof of the car, but she's too slippery.

And so our story ends, with Mrs. Bee held in the local jail on charges of disorderly conduct, destruction of property, and being a public menace. She sits naked and pie covered in her cell, until Bigshipper arrives to bail her out.

Not this again! he scolds, wiping the mess from her face and wrapping his overcoat around her.

I'm sorry! I only went out for a treat. I didn't mean to get into trouble again, she sniffs.

Awww, I know you didn't. Let's go home and get you cleaned up.

I love Part II !

I remember that, but didn't have it anywhere I could get my hands on, so thanks for posting it, Piero!

When Mrs. Bee runs out of the store and into the street, with the Baker and his employees and a few customers following, I could hear "Yakkety Sax" (Benny Hill's theme) playing in the background.

(And just like in "Blazing Saddles") When Mrs. Bee rounds the corner into the alley, there's Boots Randolph and his band, playing the music as Mrs. Bee runs into the police car!

Norman

That pic is a surefire way to beat the Hill Street Blues, m'dear... I need to send you an email one of these days, sooner rather than later. We need to catch up.