Ambush Tales--Pies at the National Hotel Part 2Story by Messy Irina syntheticPosted 7/18/25 297 views
"These are great looking pies Ira" says Anna
"Yes, soft chocolate pudding with a caramel sauce centre I think. Nice and deep" adds Elena.
Ira finds it difficult to speak, she knows where this is going but can only stand there in shock and denial.
"You know what these pies would be really good for Elena?" Asks Anna
"What Anna?" Elena plays along.
"A really gooey pie sandwich!" Answers Anna.
"So true!" Exclaims Elena.
"Shall we?"
"Let's"
Ira's world goes dark as the two girls sandwich her entire head between two of the pies. Ira can feel the thick choc pudding splattering down her body and beautiful dress.
"Oh that was fun!" Laughs Elena.
"Shall we do it again?" Asks Anna
"Yes!"
And sure enough Ira is given another pie sandwich with two more of the pies she had paid for!
Tanya meanwhile is very happy and so glad she is getting all this on video.
Ira stands as more mess slides down her - she knows it's not over.
"There are still more pies Anna!" Cries Elena.
"Wonderful! A third sandwich?"
"Why not?"
Ira' head is enveloped in the third sandwich, waves of chocolate pudding combines with sticky caramel sauce are moving down her front and back, over her bare shoulder and down the front of her dress to reach her boobs.
"Oh no" says Anna "only one pie left. I tell you what why don't you rub it over Ira's behind!"
"A great idea." Agrees Elena.
"Just bend forward a bit Ira" says Anna bending the stoic Ira forward at the waist a bit. A moment later there is a nice wet 'thump' sound as the pie hits her bottom and then Ira can feel the pie being worked around into her dress, with only a thong on Ira's bottom is soon very sticky.
"Amazing work ladies!" Cries Tanya. I am going to post his and tag all three of you! It's going to be a real viral post!
"Great" says Anna with a laugh.
"Fantastic!" Adds Elena.
The three clean women chat as they leave the room and go down the stairs, laughing and gesturing as they go.
Ira stands still for a few moments before slowly going down the stairs, across the conference room as people look and laugh at her and out of the hotel front doors.
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