Anita was 5'4", petite yet with medium sized breasts, shoulder length dark hair and an extremely pretty, impish face that suited her gentle smile and bright green eyes. Her mouth was open slightly in pleasure as she sat astride Phil who was naked and lying back on their bed. She quietly sighed in the slow rhythm of her hip gyrations as she rode his lubed cock. She was wearing a sexy red and black plaid lingerie top and had her hands on Phil's chest.

For his part Phil was smiling and enjoying the sensation of Anita having control of the session, her slender body easily moving over and hugging his erect tool. He watched happily as she leaned back with her eyes closed and head tilted slightly towards the ceiling, bobbing gently up and down.

There was one aspect to all this that he did have some say over though, and that involved the six paper plates of colorful, and very sloppy shaving cream pies that he had placed on the bed before they had made their way there.

As Anita slowly built up her warm pleasure in the moment, she took a second to glance around at the messy pie fate that she knew awaited her. This was Phil's thing, and although she did not share the same passion, she secretly enjoyed the obvious thrill it gave him to cover her in various substances during sex. The sound of his excitement was something she loved to hear, and it more than made up for the time needed for clean up afterwards.

She had learned to relax and enjoy these sessions. She knew that this was a very private side to Phil, he'd explained that he always experienced an involuntary increased heart rate and shortness of breath whenever he saw a gorgeous woman get messy in any scenario on TV. It had taken him a long while before confiding this to her, but knowing that helped her feel a deeper intimacy with him, even though it was an unusual activity to say the least. "If they could see me now!" she thought to herself, giggling with nervous embarrassment at the thought of her friends and colleagues knowing about her husbands' secret fetish, and what that meant lay in store for her, and soon.

She glanced nervously at the pies on the bed while continuing her slow riding cadence, enjoying the sensation of Phil inside of her, moving to the pace she was setting. She saw three tall red, and three taller yellow pies, each decorated with numerous smaller white blobs of shaving cream. They were on small 6" paper plates but piled about 4-5" high. This was by far not the most mess she'd ever received in one 'sitting', yet she still shuddered slightly to herself, anticipating the sensation of the sloppy creamy mess she knew that would soon engulf her pretty face, head and upper body. She'd taken some time earlier to apply the dark eye shadow and bright red lipstick she knew that Phil favored for these sessions.

As Anita slowly built to her own inner climax, she also noticed one of her elastic hair ties lying on the bed next to one of the pies. She looked slightly puzzled at Phil, who was quietly observing her and enjoying his own sensations brought about by her sensual rocking motion.

"So then, my slapstick lover .. what's the deal with this little bakery place that you wanted to fuck me in?" she said playfully, knowing that Phil loved this type of understated role play. "Also, what's my hair tie doing on the bed, I don't want that getting messy."

"Actually, that is part of the deal" said Phil with a sly smile. "Today we're doing the ponytail pie challenge, do you think you're up for it?"

Anita giggled, it was just like him to think up something even more out of the box. "Ponytail pie challenge? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, whenever you are ready, pick up your hair tie, and slowly and steadily start putting your hair up into the ponytail style that you know I like. Once you begin doing that, I will start plastering your lovely face with these almost as lovely pies."

Anita threw her head back and laughed. "You're such a dork . But I love you!" Phil pulled her down closer, undid her top in order to expose her gorgeous breasts, and started to gently lick her nipples teasingly. That was very much Anita's thing, and every time he did that she would shudder inside, trying hard to outwardly conceal the effect it had on her .. but failing nonetheless. After a minute or so she pulled herself back away and said breathlessly "OK then, you win, let's get this thing started ."

She reached down and picked up her hair tie and moved her hands to the back of her head, pulling her hair backwards, "I guess then you simply want me to" SPLAT!

Phil had quietly picked up a red pie and smeared it into her pretty face, covering her eyes and mouth. The pie was not a wide one, but the sheer amount of cream was quite deceptive as she was suddenly plunged into darkness, while feeling the cool, heavy sloppy sensation of the pie as Phil slowly smushed it around her face.

Her hands went back to her sides, "Oh!" was all she could quietly mutter.

"Don't stop riding" laughed Phil, as he gazed at Anita's face that was now slathered in a red and white creamy mess. Anita had stopped all movement with the sudden surprise of being caught off guard, even though she knew exactly what was going to come her way. Her arms were now rather comically held still to her sides, her hands suspended just above the bed as she recovered from the shock, silently reproaching herself for her reaction. "What exactly were you expecting Anita, he has form for this!" she told herself in a self mocking fashion.

"Sorry.." she giggled out loud, "I just wasn't sure that you were going to start that soon." She placed her hands back on Phil's chest and took up the gentle slow rhythm of riding his (now even harder) cock.

"I guess we'll try that again" she spluttered, with small drops of shaving cream spraying from her mouth with every word. Her hands went to her head, as she reached back in her now blinded state to once again pull her hair into the SMOOOSH. This time it was two yellow pies that Phil had gently slapped into each side of her face. She sighed slightly, as he once again mushed the excess creamy slop around her head and face. Yet this time she had been ready. Her gentle riding of his cock had only paused slightly, while her hands trembled a little as she continued to scoop her hair and roll it into the hair tie. The thought of not having her hands free to instinctively wipe her face surprisingly made her a little giddy. She could only wonder what Phil was experiencing, and now the mass of the mess had forced her to gently blow a space in front of her mouth to help with breathing.

For his part, Phil was starting to quickly build to a climax. The view of this woman he loved, with her pretty little face now completely engulfed in a colorful creamy mess was almost too much to bear. The fact that she humored his weird kink caused him to pinch himself every time he thought of it. Now he was in danger of finishing early and not making full use of the remaining pies.

SPLAT. He quickly picked up another yellow plate of sloppy mess, and pushed it into Anita's already covered face, and wiped the excess pie filling up and around onto her now pony-tailed hair.

By now some of the heavy cream was succumbing to gravity as it slid downwards from her head. Phil gleefully grabbed a couple of handfuls of the mess and re-directed it down over her breasts and rubbed it over her now fully erect nipples. Anita gasped at the new sensation, glad that his hands had once again found themselves there. Both for the lovely thoughtful creamy massage she was now receiving, as well as for the break in action while he was distracted from plastering her face and head. She took a moment to take a breath while also picking up the pace of grinding up and down on top of him. She could tell from his breathy whimpers that he didn't have long left now, and she would soon hear his gasps and feel the sudden warmth of his other type of cream shooting inside of her.

Anita could not picture exactly what she looked like at this point. She always took a little pride in her beauty, always able to get away with minimal make-up while appearing quietly stunning. Modesty forbade her ever admitting that out loud, but she smiled knowing that what she looked like now was something altogether different than normal. She secretly found the thrill of play acting the uptight, prim and pretty girl who is being reduced to a humiliating messy spectacle, really quite sensual.

She could however tell that her face was by now an unrecognizable messy blob of cream, in some places 2 inches deep and in places slowly sliding lower with the increased pace of her gyrations. She also suspected that her ponytail was also matted with mess, although at least the clean-up should be easier than of the times when her hair had been completely engulfed during their other sloppy sex sessions.

OOOFFFF. Phil had used the last two pies and had splatted them both into her face and on the top of her head. "Bwaaahhhh" she whimpered as Phil wiped the excess away from her mouth. "I hope you're enjoying the view, lover boy". She leaned back again and started to grind with even more force, knowing that Phil was close to exploding. For his part Phil was keeping his cool, or so he thought. He once again started to wipe the excess cream and redirect it into Anita's juddering breasts. They were now covered in cream but also completely free of the undone lingerie top that had slid downwards with the mess and the movement. He started to pick up handfuls of the mess and smear them in thicker and thicker amounts all over, and in between her gorgeous breasts. "I always wanted to be crowned Miss Creamy Tits!" she spluttered. Phil laughed, she always managed to surprise him with her commentary during these sessions.

As Phil lay back and started to moan with an increasing volume, Anita joined the chorus by adding in her own playful whimpers. This only increased his level of arousal quicker, and his loud breathing was now becoming more urgent.

Phil now swept up some more handfuls of the cream and reached around to grab her small and firm ass, smearing the goo into the lovely cheeks that his hands somehow always sought out. While he gripped tightly, he also matched her now frantic rhythm. "Ooooh" she thought to herself smiling under all the glop, "yes that's good right there, as long as you're done with my tits that is!"

She could sense the weight of the mass of pie cream now engulfing her breasts and took that moment to reach up with her hands to touch both and feel the depth of slop around them. She knew that at this point Phil would have his eyes closed, so she took the risk and suddenly thrust herself forward. Her built up creamy cleavage caught Phil direct in the face, and the messy motorboat engulfed his head with the same sloppy mess that he'd inflicted upon her in the previous few minutes, her tits sliding up and over the top of his short hair.

That was the moment. Phil exploded at both ends, a little embarrassed at himself for the sudden high pitched squeaky moans that escaped from his mouth. However, the sensation of surprise at his own creamy slapstick karma, being delivered with the most beautiful 'plates' he could think of was more than enough compensation. He slowly exhaled, his breath and pulse now starting to peak, then slow as he wiped his eyes.

He slowly took in the amazing view of Anita's sloppy and dripping upper body, and his breath caught in his throat. The mass of yellow, red and white cream was plastered across the most beautiful canvas he could think of. Her eyes were still caked shut, with layer upon layer of colorful mess folded over her still barely recognizable features. She was also quietly moaning to herself, "maybe enjoying the complete power she has over me in these moments", he thought?

Anita for her part stayed seated there, slowly catching her own breath and still gyrating gently up and down. She knew that Phil was a spent force, and she loved these moments of a slow climb down. She seductively lifted her hands to her face and slowly wiped her eyes, still playing the proper little lady who's trying to hold herself together for appearances sake. "Well" she spluttered in mock exasperation, wiping down her creamy tits and flopping the soapy mass onto the bed besides her. She locked her eyes on Phil, taking in the dreamy, dopey look that he was giving her through his own face-full of pie mess. She loved that look and wanted to continue the charade a little longer. "Well I say ." she repeated in a playful huffy tone. "That was QUITE the sloppy fuck, thank you VERY much!" She wiped more cream from her still caked face and wiped it over Phil's chest. "I guess at least ONE of us needs to use the shower now."

She leaned forward and kissed him. The soapy, scented flavor mixed with their saliva was not off putting in the least, not in the moment.

She leaned back and laughed, now her full self once more. She shook her head and giggled "never gets old for you does it, you big clown?"

"You're the big clown!" said Phil in his best childish voice. "And you know what happens to clowns, right?"

"Nooooo" she squealed, as another large couple of handfuls of creamy mess were suddenly smushed back into her now laughing face.