Sometimes, writing these stories can lead to contact from people about their pie or other WAM fetish.

I'd posted a few stories on a couple of erotica sites and forgotten about them. One story was about a woman who attends a party and accidentally gets in the way of a planned pie-ing, getting pied instead of the intended target.

A few months later, I received an email.

"Hi. I just wanted to say that I loved your story. I imagined that was me, stepping into the big gooey pie in the face. I have always, always wanted to get pied, since I was a girl in high school. It is something I've been very self-conscious about, and weird. I have always been kind of ashamed about it, but your stories have helped me comes to realize that I should be who I am. I have pied myself, to see what its like (I loved it! Would definitely do it again), but I imagine that getting pied by someone else is amazing. Anyway, I just want to say that it is nice to see someone else with this silly fetish and someone who really understands how much fun and sexy it can be."

I emailed back, and pretty soon we were emailing every day. We eventually met for a drink, and ended up talking about our pasts, about pies, and about sex until the bar closed.

When I suggested that I book a hotel suite and we spend an afternoon of pie-loaded role play, she sent a one-word email reply.

"YES!"

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When she arrived at the hotel, I opened the door. She stepped in, dropped her bags, closed the door and threw her arms around my neck. We spent the first five minutes kissing.

After disentangling ourselves, and a few minutes of normal conversation, she asked, "So what are we doing?"

I suggested that we get into role play right away! She agreed, and told me that she'd picked out a costume that she'd always wanted to try. She grabbed her bag and stepped into the bathroom, and I changed into one of the lush hotel robes.

She stepped back out, wearing a short plaid shirt and a white blouse, unbuttoned and tied just under her boobs. "Schoolgirl!", I said.

She corrected me. "Slutty schoolgirl! See?" She twirled. No bra, that was obvious (how she kept the open-buttoned blouse from sliding off of her tits was a mystery to me), and I'd guessed no panties either.

I cleared my throat. "Ahem. Mzzzz Grace, you're two hours early for our conference! I've only just stepped out of the shower, and haven't had time to change into clothes yet!"

"Oh, sorry, sir. But that's fine, you look comfortable. Why don't you just stay in that robe? Relax!"

I said, "Well, come on in. You're my favorite student, so I don't mind if we start early."

"Yeah, I can tell. The way you stare at me in class.. phew!" She fanned herself. "Makes me blush".

"Ha-ha! Yeah, well, you're the smartest nerd in the college, and you always look hot in the first row. You like to show off a lot of cleavage."

"Whatever cleavage I got, you mean. Hey, if I could show up to class naked, I would. Sometimes I have dreams about that."

I said, "Yeah, me too."

"Oh, if you did that, the class would turn into a sex education course. Or a live-action porno."

I looked at her and crossed my arms. She grinned, "Sorry."

I said, "No, no, please speak you mind!"

"Well, prof, you're cute! And I know you're not wearing anything under that robe, so, a girl can daydream."

"Ok, ok. Hey, look, I asked you here for a couple of reasons. One was that I had some questions for you. The other is that I got you a gift that I want you to have."

"A gift? For me? Oh that's so nice! What is it?"

"Oh, we'll get to that later. First, I read your creative writing assignments."

"Uh oh."

"Yeah, not bad. But really, the sexiest thing you can imagine happening to you is a pie in the face?"

"Yup. A great big gooey pie in the face. I want that to happen to me." She had her hands under my robe, on my chest. I put my right hand under her skirt, and was caressing her ass. Yup. No panties.

I said, "You know, I like that about you. I really, really like that about you."

"You do?", she asked.

"Yeah. Who doesn't love a good pie in the face? I think everyone should try it."

She said, "I totally agree! I've tried it, I liked it."

"Oh, you'd do it again, then? Get pied?"

"Yes! Oh, hell yes."

I said, "Hm. Ok, rate these on a scale of 1 to 10. Lemon cream pie?"

"10."

"Coconut cream pie?"

"10"

"Chocolate cream pie?"

"11!"

"Cheesecake?"

"11 and a half!"

"Giant shaving cream pies?"

"1 on taste. like, 1 million on texture! Is it getting warm in here?"

I laughed. "Ok. Next, I want you to read this." I handed her a piece of paper. "Aloud. I'm going to go get a glass of water".

She said, "OK. A-HEM! 'Dear Grace, I hope you find this note. You need to know that the professor has a major hard-on for you and thinks you're the hottest thing since nuclear fusion. He also loves to get a big gooey pie in the face. Naked. If you get this, make sure you strip off all of your clothes, get him totally naked, and pie him. But beware, he loves to throw pies, and he's damn good at it. You'd better get completely naked if you think there's a pie around or your dry cleaning bill will be huge. Also..."

I darted back in, "Wait!" I grabbed the page. "Wrong note. Where did this come from?"

She said, "Who wrote that?"

I said, "Ex girlfriend. You weren't supposed to read that."

She laughed. "Also what? What else was she going to write?"

"Oh, nevermind. So!"

She said, "So you and me are so alike! I love getting pied. I honestly want a pie in the face. And so do you. We're perfect, see?"

"Oh, but do you love throwing pies, too?"

"Oh you'd better believe it."

I said, "Alright. Enough of that. Lets change the subject. Like I said, I have a gift for you. Why don't you have a seat on the edge of the bed? Oh, but first, lets get these off." I tugged at the knot of her shirt, and it came loose.

"Professor! I'm not wearing anything under my uniform!"

I kept pulling, and the blouse came open. She was grinning, so I slid it off of her shoulders and tossed it back into the other room. "Oh, my!" she said.

I unfastened her skirt, and slid it down. "Oh, my!". The skirt was tossed into the other room as well.

She was grinning, naked, and reached to my robe. "This comes off!", she said. And she literally disrobed me.

I ran my hands up and down her body, lingering for a moment on her boobs. "Oh, yeah.." she said, while her hand slid down my chest to my hard cock. She said, "I like looking at you."

"Oh, it's mutual. Now please, sit down."

She sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, why is there plastic on the bed? You expecting painters?"

"Not exactly."

"Well, I'm so excited. A gift! I wonder what it could be?" She grinned at me. I grinned back. She whispered, "I think I'm pretty sure I know what it is and I can't wait. Hurry up!"

I reached down and picked up one of the several large boxes that were against the wall. As I did so, she was talking, "You know what'd be nice right now? A pie! A great big gooey pie! Yum. Why, if there was one, I'd just say 'toss it over here' and I'd catch it right out of the air, with my face! I just love pie."

The top of the box had "Books" written on it in black marker. The box was heavy, and I handed it to her. "Here, hold this box with both hands."

"Ok."

"You're gift is inside, so you hold the box and I'll take it out and then give it to you."

"Yes, please, give it to me.", she said innocently. She was kicking her feet back and forth.

"Would you like to make a wish before I open the box?"

"I wish for a pie. I wish for a pie. I wish for a pie. I wish for a pie."

I said, "OK. I'll open the box, pick up your gift, and then let you have it."

"Oh, you're driving me crazy.", she said. "Just open the box and let me have it!"

I said, "Oh, my pleasure, really. Really, this will be my pleasure."

She said, "Really, let me have it. I mean really, really, let me fucking have it. I will be my pleasure! Believe me."

I opened the box marked "Books", and said, "Ok. It's a bunch of books. I hope you like reading them this summer." I took out a paperback that had been jammed in to one side. She was still holding the box on her lap, and she said, unbelieving and disappointed, "Really?!"

I placed the book on the bed. "Yup."

She said, "Really?!? But I wished for a pie!"

As she was talking I took out a huge pie. It was made especially for a pie in the face by the store up the street. Deep, deep thick and gooey whipped cream over a layer of gooey lemon. I picked it up out of the box, and just as she was saying "...wished for a pie", I tossed the pie into her face. So the conversation was more like "... But I wished for a p-SPLAT!".

The pie stuck, whole, to her face. I twisted the plastic pieholder around, and swirled the pie around her face to make sure she was very, very covered. It was very, very thick, and very gooey. Sticky, it slowly began to ooze out of the pieholder. I removed the plastic, and looked at her pie-engulfed face, with crust sliding off of thick lemon in trails, leaving a hell of a lot of whipped cream on her face from bangs to chin, and from ear to ear.

She didn't move. She was still holding the box in her hands. I said, "Now, you look very, very good."

She said, "This book is delicious", and licked her lips. "It feels amazing. But I must look ridiculous!"

"Yeah, very ridiculous. You are very, very pied."

"I am very, very pied. Believe me, I know. Wow!"

I asked, "You OK?"

She said, "I am so OK right now, I'm better that OK. This was the best pie in the face ever. I love a good pie in the face. I think Ill just wear this all day."

As she spoke, pieces of crust and cream fell or oozed off of her face and onto her tits and arms, and into her lap. Eventually, enough of it slid off to just leave her entire face, and alot of her hair, under a thick coating of whipped cream.

She didn't wipe her eyes, or her face. She wore the pie. I said, "This is a great look for you. You're very, very hot wearing nothing but a pie. Proudly, I might add."

"It's not everyday that I get pied, so I'm going to enjoy this."

I said, "That was a surprise pie, even though you knew it was coming."

"Oh, I knew it was coming. But you did get me there for a second with those books. I mean, you did get me. I was so disappointed until I saw that giant gooey pie! Then I was like "Oh fuck... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! I loved it. I love that feeling of "oh fuck I'm going to get pied" and there is nothing I can do about it. And then I get pied, which is such a turn-on!"

I said, "Well, there are very sexy ways to get pied as well. X rated ways."

She looked at me through her white, pied face. I took the box from ther and threw it across the room. She said, "Wait, what? What? Like what?"

I leaned in to her and kissed her on her pie-covered lips. "You really want to know?"

"I'll slap you if you don't tell me!"

"I'm not going to tell you. I'm going to show you."

She said, "Oh my god!". I told her to stand up. I could tell she was quivering a little bit. She looked at herself in the closet mirrors, and said, "Oh wow. I look good! I'm so pied, nice job professor! I like the way I look when I'm pied."

I took out a pie and set it on the bed. "OK, move over here and lean over the pie."

She giggled, "OK". I started to move her arms farther and father apart, until her nose was inches from the top of the pie. She said, "I can't hold this for very long! Oh my god!" She balanced by spreading her legs further apart.

I got behind her and caressed her ass. She said, "Oh god, I'm so exposed in this position. And I seriously can't hold myself up for very long!"

I said, "Well, if you don't, then you're going to fall face-first into that pie!"

She said, "Yes, I will! Which is not a bad thing, really."

I slid my fingers up and down her very slippery clit. She gasped, and started to shake. "Oh god.. oh please!"

Her arms slipped a little, and she got a bit closer to the pie. Her nose was almost touching it. She said, "Don't stop, but I'm seriously going to slip here and land in the pie! Oh my god!"

I kept sliding my fingers around, until I found the spot and tempo that made her gasp, and really shake and groan. "Ohhhhh, fuck. Don't stop!"

I said, "You're lucky I don't just start fucking you. If I did, you'd really lose your balance and fall right into that pie. Face-first! I'd love it. How fun would that be? Oh my god. I really want to see that."

She said, "Yes, fuck me! Now!"

I said, "But you'll definitely fall straight into that pie. There's no way you wouldn't. If you even move an arm, you're going straight in. If we fuck, you're totally pied!"

Her arms were shaking. "Fuck me!"

I got myself into position. "If I fuck you, you'll fall right in!"

She said again, "Oh, please, fuck me, please please fuck me now!"

I went in, and she gasped. I was slow, working my way in an increase in tempo and force. Once we were good and slippery and really going full-length, I pushed my hips forward and gently guided her hip a bit so that she's lose her balance. Her hands slipped on the plastic (ripping it), and her face went right into the pie.

We fucked while her face was buried in the pie. She moved it from side to side in the pie, all around, effectively giving herself an extreme pie in the face. She was also really covering her hair well. We made all sorts of 'Oh my god" noises. I finally moved, and changed position. I got onto the bed and pulled her on top of me. This time she was in control, fucking me, and I had my fingers and thumbs all over her clit. She took to pied-covered hands and rubbed them all over her tits. I used my free hand to help her and smeared whipped cream all over them, trying to pinch her nipple but sliding off each time. Every time I did that, she'd gasp even more.

Finally, I took a piece of crust and cream, about the size of my hand, from the pie. While we were really going (and I was doing everything I could not to come before she did), I tossed the piece of pie into her face, over her eyes and nose. "Oh, yes!", she cried, and then loudly, "Don't! Stop!"

Breathlessly, she was saying, "Don't..... don't.. don't.... ohhhhhh.. don't stop!", until she froze and let out a loud, long shriek, capped by an "Oh GOD!". She collapsed on top of me, face still mercilessly pied.

After a few moments, she said, "That was the best sex I have ever had. From now on it's pie sex or nothing. That was the hottest thing I have ever, ever done. What the fuck, oh my god." She sat up. "I owe you one. Or two. God, I love a big gooey pie in the face, I really do, but combined with what we just did? Holy fuck! I loved it."

"So you'd do it again?"

"Oh my god, yes. Tomorrow."

I laughed.

She said, "Hey, I want to pie you."

I said, "Hey, I want to get pied by you."

She said, "Really? Truly? You're not just saying it because you know I want to?"

I said, "Really and truly. You and I are the same, we both absolutely love to get pied. For me, it's much more than that. I really, and I mean super-hot-fetish-time mega-turn on, want to get pied by you, naked, playing around. Oh my god, Grace, pie me. Really let me have it, don't hold back. If you're going to pie me, I mean, make sure I am fucking pied!" I laughed.

She said, "Oh that is so hot. I love that we're the same. Yeah, getting pied is fun. Getting pied by you stark naked is, like, pure erotica sex. And I really, really do want to pie you. I mean, oh god. I need to just do it."

I sat up. She wiped her eyes, finally. She climbed out of the bed, opened a box, and took a pie. Holding in the flat of her hand, and grinning, she climbed back into bed. I watched her the whole way - naked, smeared with lemon cream pie, and her face and hair still almost totally covered despite all of the sex we'd just had.

She said, "Well, now. I have a gift for you this time!"

I said, "Hmm. Well, looks like a pie."

She nodded. "Yep. It's a pie and a blowjob."

I said, "Oh my god, that sounds good. I love pie. And a blowjob from you would be insanely good."

She said, "Oh good. Well, it's more like a blowjob handjob combination. I kind of do these things with my tongue and the twist around with my hands, and then stroke up and down and up and down, and then wrap my mouth all around your delicious cock... oh, am I talking too much?"

I said, "No, no no no no. DO please go on!"

She said, "Well! I love your cock. Well, I love all of you actually. But when I give you a blowjob, you're all mine, and in my control. I love that."

I said, "It's getting very warm in here."

She said, "Well, a pie will cool you down!"

I said, "You know what I like to do with pies! So you're going to give me that pie?"

"I'm going to give you this pie. Just ask."

"Oh, definitely. Give me that pie, please."

"Nope."

"Um, I thought it was a gift for me? You know, pie and a blowjob? Can I get the blowjob without the pie?"

"Nope. BJ comes with the pie."

"Oh, well, then, I definitely want the pie."

"Definitely?"

"Yep, definitely. If that pie is a gift for me, then don't you think you should let me have it?"

She laughed, "This NEVER gets old! Yes, I do think that! So I should let you have it?"

I said, "Of course! Who doesn't like pie? I love pie. I'll take the whole thing, just give it to me."

"The whole thing? Let you have the whole thing?"

"Yep. The whole, big, gooey pie. Give me the whole, big, gooey pie."

She asked, "You're asking for me to take this big gooey pie I'm holding and let you have it. Really let you have it?"

I said, "Oh, really let me have it. I mean, if I was holding a pie, believe me I'd really let you have it."

She giggled. "Ok, final answer. Do you want this great big gooey pie?"

I said, "Final answer is yes. Yes, yes, yes. I'd love to get a great big gooey pie from you. Just love it."

She said, "Thank you for clarifying. And just so you know, it's not just giving you a big gooey pie. It's a great big gooey pie in the face!" She giggled.

I feigned shock. "Oh, noo....really? I just said yes to a huge pie in the face? Naked? From naked you?"

"Yup! Oh, god, I love this. We're really good!", she laughed.

I said, "Oops. Well, you never said that you were going to smash a big pie in my face! And I just said 'let me have it' to that!"

She said, "Yes you did! Hahaha!"

I looked at her, staring straight into her eyes. "Oh my god. You're going to give me a massive pie in the face."

"Yes I am!"

"And I just agreed to it, final answer and everything."

"Yes, yes yes yes you did!"

"And I told you 'let me have it' like seven times."

"Uh huh...."

"Ohhhhh fuck. I said 'let me have it?'"

"You did, many times."

"Let me have it, Grace? That's what I said?"

"And you keep saying it, who am I to refuse? Not that I mind...you said..."

".. take that pie and let me have it."

"What?"

"Take that pie and let me have it."

"What what?"

"That pie. That big gooey, pie. Take that pie and really let me have it."

"Say it one more time! For me!"

"Let me h---"

She smashed the pie into my face. It stuck there, and she swirled it around in wide circles, smearing whipped cream and lemon all over my face, ears, and neck. It felt thick, gooey, heavy, and amazing. It was really soft, and the weight of it started to slide down my face and cheeks.

She then did what she said she would, and wrapped her mouth around my cock, making me very slippery. She used her hand, her lips, her tongue, and at one point took a handful of cool whipped cream and slathered it all up and down my cock. She finished me with a handjob, and this time it was my turn to keep saying "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, oh PLEASE don't stop..!". She could tell I was about to explode, because she said, "Oh yeah, oh yes. Yes yes yes yes pie boy, yes!". When I exploded, she kept me going until I collapsed.

She said, "That's what I wanted!"