Anita was breathless. She had been lain on her back on the bed for the past 10 minutes while Phil had slowly picked up the pace while hungrily licking out her pussy. His tongue had eagerly teased her to a sensational climax just moments ago, and now she was red faced and slowly catching her breath and composure.

Phil sat back and smiled. He wiped his face on the spare bedsheets they always used for these sessions and waited with mounting anticipation for the moment when Anita would recover enough, sit up, and continue to indulge his messy sex fantasy life.

She was wearing a button front mini dress, thigh high cotton sock type stockings, and knee-high leather boots. With that outfit and her pretty face and dark hair she was a sight to behold, and the thought of her getting increasingly messy with goo made Phil as hard as he'd ever been.

Anita sat up and grinned at Phil. She knew in general what was coming, they had been playing out his messy fantasies for years. She knew that he would take great delight in slowly transforming her from the petite, pretty and well put together woman that she was, into a quivering blob of unrecognizable mess. It was not her favorite thing in the world all in all, but the sheer sexual joy that it obviously gave him was staggering to her, and so she was happy to play along.

"So what now, lover boy?" she teased. It was hard not to notice that the other side of the bed was completely stacked with bowls of gloopy pudding mix of different colors, shaving cream cans, paper plates and chocolate syrup bottles. Even though she knew pretty much what was coming, the unknown details of his dreamed up scenarios always caused her a little flutter.

"Come over here," said Phil, standing up and walking around to the mess side of the bed. He had nothing but a pair of loose shorts on, and he stood with his erect cock prodding the bedside. "Stand behind me, you're going to play with the Baker's joystick!"

Anita giggled. She thought she had an inkling of what he had in mind. "You mean something like this?" she whispered as she poured some lube into her hand and reached around Phil, wriggled her hand into the front of his shorts and took hold of his now fully stiff member. "Wow" she thought to herself, "this messy stuff is visual Viagra to him . Could save us a fortune in the future".

Phil sighed with the customary pleasure as her small, cool, slick hand wrapped around his cock and slowly started teasing it, gripping it harder then softer as it eased forward and back. He was struggling to speak as he explained the scenario. "This is your control lever, and I as your newly delivered bakery robot must do your bidding with these ingredients".

"Ahhh, that sounds fun" said Anita as she peeked around from his shoulders. She gripped and moved his cock to the left, and Phil proceeded to begin stirring a huge bowl of yellow pudding mix with a large plastic spoon. She moved to the right and he scooped out a large glob and dropped it onto a waiting paper plate, where it slowly started to settle slightly. "That's a lot on that plate" she said, knowing exactly where it would eventually end up, but Phil was not done. "The control may be faulty" he laughed, as he doled another spoonful onto the now over-full plate.

Anita gasped, worried that it may spill over the sides, but also at the anticipation of this pudding soon being smeared into her pretty features. She had put her hair into pigtails at Phil's request, and applied very light makeup. His throbbing urgent cock in her hands reminded her that there was much more to come, and she slowly jerked it upwards this time. Now Phil reached for both a can of shaving cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. The shaving cream was applied to the plate in five large, irregular globs as his hands struggled to contain his excitement. Then chocolate syrup was drizzled back and forth across the burgeoning sloppy pie.

Anita's eyes went wide at the amount of mess on this one plate. Then she looked again at the two other large bowls of red and green pudding mix, plus the stack of 9" paper plates to the side. "Oh my goodness, that means a long clean up. Oh well!" She got back to the rhythm of her sexy task as Phil methodically built pie after pie with the pudding. He carefully applied decorative amounts of shaving cream and chocolate syrup as she stroked and cajoled him playfully, chuckling quietly into his ear.

After a while the paper plates were piled up high with various configurations and ratios of the messy ingredients and colors. Anita counted 12 in all. Twelve! "He won't last that long" she thought, "he will cream himself silly after he hits me with 4 or 5". She bit her lip in a nervous manner, hoping that her assumption was right.

Phil proceeded to consolidate the remaining pudding into one shallow but wide bowl. The different colors made for an interesting pattern in the goo.

"OK, time for you to take center stage" motioned Phil, as he took Anita's hand and guided her back in front of him, to face the bedside where he had just been assembling the messy ammunition. She silenty considered the twelve decorated pies and a suspicious amount of pudding left in the bowl. "You still have control though" as Phil stood behind her, his cock now pressing firmly into the back of her short dress. He took her hand and guided it behind her into his shorts once again. She took the hint and immediately grabbed onto him, and as she glanced again at the amount of mess laid out before her wondered whether she could somehow make him cum before getting messy at all?

Phil smiled as he guessed her intentions, feeling the increased urgency of her nervous and slippy little hand starting to pump away more vigorously than ever. His arms reached around either side of her. "I'm just following your instructions" he whispered, and slowly started to unbutton the front of her dress to reveal her lovely breasts. Phil knew that Anita adored her nipples being licked and stroked, and he was careful to lightly brush his fingers over both to the rhythm of her cock pumping actions. She immediately slowed, to prolong her own pleasure this time. As she sighed resignedly and closed her eyes, Phil took his hands away and dipped a few fingers into the brim-full pudding bowl. He placed them back over her nipples and slowly massaged the mixture around and onto them. The sudden cool temperature surprised Anita and she gasped quickly. She jerked his cock upwards involuntarily at the sensation, whereupon Phil reached once more to the pudding bowl, this time cupping his hands for a large scoop of mess. This he loudly slapped into her breasts, taking great delight as the gooey substance splattered over her dress and chest as he rubbed it sensually.

"Ohhhh" she cried at the sudden cold and sheer amount of pudding that was being rubbed gently onto her breasts. She could feel the rigidity of him as he continued to press against her while pudding dripped down onto her opened dress, and she knew he was loving this fantasy. She was happy to play along, and could tell that her hardening nipples agreed with her approach.

"What now, big boy?" she said, rotating her hand back and forth around him. Phil picked up one large pie, that had begun to slosh its various ingredients over the side as the plate deformed under its weight. He slowly lifted it up and started raising it in the direction of Anita's perfectly made-up face. Her eyes went wide as she saw her imminent fate. "Nooooo" she squealed playfully, while at the same time inwardly laughing at her newfound but forlorn hope that somehow manipulating his member would cause the situation to change in her favor. She frantically tugged and pushed, giggling as the over stacked plate of gloopy mess slowly made its way towards her. "This is not what I'm trying to do" she squealed in a last-ditch attempt to escape the mess. "I guess there's a malfunction" gasped Phil as he struggled for as much self-control as he could muster. "Either that or you need to re-take your operator's licence test!"

That caused Anita to laugh for real, just as the large cold plate of cream and pudding splatted hard into her face. Her lovely head rocked back slightly as the creamy goo hit and was then slowly smeared around her face and hair. Some globs of pie flew back and stayed put in Phil's hair. He barely noticed as his pulse quickened even more.

Her hands slipped from his cock and out of his shorts as she sighed through the mess on her face, which Phil took as a sure sign of bakery technology running amok. For the next two minutes, pie after pie was systematically smushed into Anita's face, hair and exposed breasts. He took great delight in smearing the excess mess all over the front and back of her mini dress as his breathing quickened. He could feel her firm but supple body underneath the thin material of the dress, and it drove him closer to ectasy, but he managed to maintain his cool. "Fuck me," Anita thought to herself, "the bastard has some self-control today!". "Four ..... five ...... six ......" she counted as pie after sloppy pie were deposited wherever Phil chose. Some were gently placed and rubbed into her face and tits, others were splatted hard causing mini globs of cream and pudding to fly around the bed.

She had lost count now, but with each cold surprise of gloopy mess she increasingly realized that Phil had outdone his usual preparation this time. Anita was gasping herself now, but more from the sheer amount of creamy mess that had encased her, removing her ability to see anything. She was completely in his control know, and quietly loving listening to his panting excitement.

She felt Phil's feet pushing sideways inside her own feet, separating them slightly to the left and right. Her boots shimmied in the spilled mess as they slid sideways, and she felt her head slowly descending a few inches closer towards the surface of the now filthy bedsheets. She felt Phil's hand firmly grip the back of her pig-tailed hair as he slowly eased her glop congealed face lower and lower. "What is he up to?" she wondered. During all the pies he'd dished out to her she had forgotten about the one remaining bowl full of multicolored pudding. Her eyes were so encased with sloppy mixture that she could not see the next chapter of the scene developing. At the last moment Anita realized her predicament, and grabbed one quick gasp of air before she felt the sudden cold shock as Phil gently pushed her head below the surface of the mass of pudding. He held her under for a few seconds then pulled her head back up. Anita gasped another lungful quickly before she was once again dunked into the slimy mix. She came up for air again and felt Phil push the bowl further away on the bed. She lay with her gloopy exposed tits and head down on the bed, face completely caked with messy mixtures and turned to one side, breathing heavily.

She suspected she knew what would happen next. However with all the mess covering her she had not actually felt Phil lift up the rear of her mini dress, but boy she felt him now! Her still wet pussy was perfectly positioned with her petite ass pointing out at 90 degrees. Suddenly his stiffer than ever cock was inside her, the combinations of remaining lube making everything easy. "Whooogghhhh" she exclaimed in a breathless pant, as Phil was overcome by an urgent need to pound her hard from behind. She always loved doggystyle but this had taken her by surprise. His gloopy hands were holding onto her small perfect ass cheeks as best as they could, but the mess was getting everywhere and making everything slippy, causing some comical need for occasional repositioning.

Phil gamely continued to bang away though whenever he could build back up a momentum, caught up as he was in pre-explosion euphoria. Anita was gasping, her face to one side, the mass of mess gently vibrating all around her to his rhythm. As he neared climax he grabbed the pudding bowl again, lifted her head and let her drop her slop covered face voluntarily this time, submerging her features once more inside the bowl of mixed cream and pudding. He lifted her head, heard her splutter as the fresh thick layer of gloop slowly took shape around her head, and promptly exploded inside her, holding onto her slim waist as the climaxing shudders took him outside of himself.

Anita was gasping. From the multiple cold shocks, the sheer amount of clammy creamy mess that covered her whole upper body, and from the sensation of having Phil ram himself silly inside her from behind. She was not really into the sub side of things, but damm if it didn't feel good occasionally!

Once he was done, she slowly stood up and turned to face him. Her eyes were still not clear so she slowly and deliberately wiped both. She noticed that he had recovered enough and was quietly scooping pie and pudding mess into one of the bowls again. "You don't have to rush to clean up'" she gently said, "enjoy your moment babe."

Phil grinned at her, "Oh my innocent lovely lady, you never learn do you?"

"I guess not" chuckled Anita in sudden resignation, as a steady stream of creamy, gloopy, gooey mess slowly poured from the now aloft bowl onto her head and rolled down into her pretty face once more.

"Ah well," she sighed to herself merrily as the heavy mess made its various ways down her face onto her breasts once more. "Recycling is good for the environment I guess!"