Darcie's Last Day Part 2

Jim and I sloshed around the side of the hotel to where he'd parked. He produced beach towels and a couple of trash bags to put over my seat so my soaking wet business suit wouldn't soak through it. In case you'd forgotten, he and Phillip, my now former boss, had cooked up a scheme to get me on a dunk tank after my last day of work and then Jim and I jumped into the outdoor pool.

Crap! I exclaimed walking to my car. I just realized my purse and everything else is still inside!

I see that you have two options, Jim teased. We can come back tomorrow or you can walk through that front door with your head up high and get them now!

I did just that! I toweled off most of the water, but I was still obviously soaking wet and my pumps made squishing noises when I walked. (If you'll recall, I refused to take off my shoes to enter the tank and had been wearing them in the water ever since.) Guests stared, but everyone else working who was in on the joke just giggled when I came walking in through the main entrance, opened the office door with the combination, gathered up my purse and belongings from the office and walked back out again.

Sitting on the trash bags and towels, I followed Jim home, or at least the apartment that we were calling home until our house was finished. They were still promising us before the end of summer. We had at least stopped dripping by the time we got home. He pulled me close to him as soon as we closed the door behind us.

Do you want to eat now or would you rather have a little surprise? he asked.

You have another surprise for me? I countered, batting my eyes. Is it anything like the last one? I added rubbing my wet clothes.

You'll just have to find out for yourself, he replied.

Knowing that he was a man of limited interests, which usually revolved around seeing how wet or messy he could make me, and since I was already wet, I decided to go for it. I'll take the surprise, I said.

Excellent!

He led me toward the bedroom. As soon as I saw the corner of a piece of plastic sheeting sticking out into the hallway, I knew what his surprise was going to be, but I didn't let on that I'd figured it out until we got to the door. As expected, the bedroom was totally covered in plastic and stacked on the bed, chairs and dressers were several dozen cream pies. They were mostly Kool Whip, some mixed with food coloring, and a few bakery pies mixed in. Jim had really worked his ass off to get this ready between lunch time and when my shift ended at the hotel for the last time.

Wow! Pies, original, I teased with a deadpan expression. I walked over and stood by the bed.

Jim totally ignored my statement and went into character. Darcie Sutton, he began, just look how you have disgraced yourself and this hotel chain! Posing on a dunk tank and swimming in your company-issued uniform. I am shocked and appalled!

I wriggled up my nose and stuck out my tongue. These childish antics of yours cannot be tolerated anymore, he went on scolding. What do you have to say for yourself?

It's all my husband's fault? I came back.

Jim shook his head, mocking a disgusted look with a bit of wicked grin thrown in. I see now that talking to you is not going to do any good. Some punishment is in order. What do you say to that? he said.

I fidgeted for a second or two. I looked down on the bed and right on the corner was a strawberry cream pie. I picked it up and threatened Jim as I started to answer: Punish me? What do I say to that you ask? I quickly lowered the pie down to waist level, grabbed the pan with both hands and shoved it up into my own face really hard. I felt it splatter and drip all over my jacket and blouse. I let the pan fall and without doing any wiping said, I say, 'Bring it on!'

Bring it on, I shall! Jim said and immediately grabbed a chocolate cream and decked me in the face with it. I started to giggle.

Oh! So you think this is funny, do you? he mocked. I wiped my face in time to see him approaching me with a pink Kool Whip pie in one hand and a plain white one in the other. Well, see how funny you think this is! I stood with my eyes clenched tightly shut and he further put the lights out when he sandwiched my head and rubbed both pies up into my hair. The graham cracker crusts were ground deep down to my scalp. If my clothes weren't already wet Well, you know the rest.

My giggling got louder. So you still think this is funny? he said, pretending that he was getting more annoyed with me. I heard his voice crack when he said, funny, and I knew that he wasn't far away from losing it himself. We both loved roll playing with pies, but it was hard to stay in character. I wonder how amusing you'll think this is! he continued. He took a pie out of the tin. It was white Kool Whip made with a baked crust so it would not fall apart. He shoved it into my boobs and rubbed it around, groping me as the crust disintegrated.

That works better without the jacket, I teased.

You're right! he said and grabbed my lapels just like that first time he pied me and ruined me forever. He yanked it open, buttons flying, and down off my shoulders to drop it on the floor. He grabbed another pie and took it out of the pan. It was a store-bought chocolate cream and he splattered my boobs again. My blouse was already ruined from what had dripped down my jacket. He rubbed and groped again, but was making a much better impression on me without the bulky jacket in the way.

Mmmmm, I purred, leaning back and presenting my boobs to be fondled. Yes, that is much, much better! I added with my eyes closed to show my obvious enjoyment. Of course I would much rather have pie rubbed all over my bare tits, but I was sure we'd eventually get to that.

You are having way too good a time, Jim scolded. You are supposed to be getting punished. How about a good old fashioned spanking?

Oh, could you? I squealed. Jim turned me around to face the bed and bent me over it. He pied my ass through the skirt several times. He hit me with two white Kool Whip pies, one dyed blue, one dyed purple, a banana cream and a chocolate cream.

Are you sorry now? he asked.

I stood up straight and turned around. I began to idly wipe the pie glop from my ass all over my skirt. That was nice and all, but you're just not making an impression on me. I still want to be disrespectful.

I see the problem, he said. Just too many clothes. He ripped my blouse apart by grabbing the collar and yanking down. I shrieked. He didn't waste any time going after my skirt either, grabbing the top of the side zipper and yanking it all the way down and then ripping it the rest of the way down the seam until he reached the hem. He let the skirt fall and I stepped out of it. He spun me around and shoved me back down over the bed, planting my face in a Kool Whip pie. I felt him grab the back of my panty hose and rip a huge gap to let my panties stick out.

Now let's see if a spanking will get through to you, he said and started to punish my ass with pies again. I squealed as each one exploded against it. After about five, he yanked my wrecked panty hose down to my feet and spun me back around to face him again.

I stepped out of my shoes and then my hose, left clad in only a leopard-print bra and purple boy shorts. You are simply incorrigible! he shouted. I see now that I must change my tactics. He picked up a pie. I could see that it was one of his homemade pies, but a little different. Instead of just being made with Kool Whip, the base was runny chocolate syrup. Do you want this pie? he asked seductively.

I leaned forward slightly and answered in a similar seductive tone, Go ahead. Let me have it, I said just a little louder than a whisper. I expected him to deck me with it, but instead he reached down and pulled my boy shorts out from my waist and dumped the pie out of the pan into my underwear. I grimaced and squealed as the cold whipped cream and syrup rolled down my crotch and invaded my pussy. He let go of my waistband and smashed the pie from the outside. I involuntarily spread my legs apart and his finger found its way to just the right spot to fondle me through my panties. I leaned back, propping my arms on the bed.
Punish me some more while you do that, I whispered. I'm beginning to learn my lesson, but I need lots more discipline.

Whatever you say, he replied. His busy hand made its way inside my panties to find the spot in person, while he grabbed whatever pies were left in reach with the other and gently smashed them into my face, hair and boobs. He rubbed the creamy stuff all over my bare belly. I heard him dumping pies out of tins and when he gently maneuvered my foot into one of my pumps, I immediately knew where they went. Without being told, I poked around with my other foot and found my other shoe. I slipped my foot into it to squish the pie out of that one.

Is that all you want to do? I asked with a very labored whisper. I couldn't see since I hadn't cleaned my face off, but he stopped petting me and removed his hand. I knew what was next even before I felt him grip my bra's spaghetti straps and yank them off. He ripped it the rest of the way off tearing down between my tits and then ripped my panties to shreds. I lose more underwear this way! Here's hoping I lose a lot more! Pies smashed into my tits and pussy and I rubbed the creamy filling up and down my naked front.

Jim gently forced me down onto the edge of the bed to sit in a waiting Kool Whip pie. I spread my legs wide open and he buried his face between them, finding the spot even through the pie. It was time for him to suffer some punishment too and despite my euphoria brought on by his talented tongue, I managed to find another one of those runny chocolate pies and dump it over his head. The chocolate syrup rained over him to ruin his clothes, but he kept right on eating me not matter what. I pressed a pink Kool Whip pie into his hair and rubbed it around. Then I found two chocolate cream pies and smashed them both into my bare tits and rubbed even more filling over them and my torso.

I felt myself going over the edge. I found a pie and as I began to softly moan, I shoved it into my own face and slid the remnants over my head. That felt really good so I did it again. Then I shoved one in the top of of Jim's face peeking over my crotch. My head fell back on the bed and I began to moan more loudly as once again, the Yankee ate me all the way to orgasm.

I leaned up on my elbows and finally cleared my face again when he withdrew. He was sitting on the floor looking up at me, grinning through the pie all over his face with a big bulge sticking out of his pants.

It's not fair, I pouted. I'm naked and covered in pie and you've still got your clothes on and are only smeared a little.

What are you gonna do about it? he sneered. I grabbed the closest pie and chucked it at him. He didn't flinch or even change his smug expression, just closed his eyes an instant before impact. It exploded in a perfect circle around his head. He didn't move a muscle, but said in that same smug voice, I bet you don't have the guts to do that again.

Splat! I nailed him again. I usually get the worse end of it when it comes to getting pied, but once in a while, I get my chance to really let him have it. He held the pose, not clearing his face and staring up at me unseeing behind a coating of blue-tinted Kool Whip and banana cream. I grabbed two and bent over to sandwich his head. He wiped his face and looked up at me with that huge grin of his. I grabbed his golf shirt's collar and ripped straight down until the front was in two pieces and then let the shirt drop down his arms. I plopped a pie onto his bare chest and rubbed it all around. I looked down at his legs. His shoes and socks were missing and his slacks were splattered with pie.

Go ahead and settle the score, he said. I didn't have a prayer of ripping those Dockers slacks, so I just undid his belt and fly and yanked them off his legs. The pants weren't important anyway. What I wanted was pitching a tent in his boxer shorts, which I reduced to shreds in a matter of seconds.

I wasn't paying attention and I yelled, Ah ha! when I ripped his underwear off. He had grabbed a pie from somewhere and plastered me in the face with it. I couldn't get enough pie at this point anyway. I looked down at that magnificent tool of his staring up at me and thought of something I'd read here. (Thanks Kakekid, Ally and Erica for the idea.) I found one of the bakery pies, which I assumed would be the most solid. It was a chocolate cream with a baked crust. I removed it from the tin and told Jim to sit on the edge of the bed.

What are you up to? Jim asked. He was probably getting impatient for me to reciprocate.

Just hold this steady for a second, I said, handing him the pie. You're gonna love it!

I reached up under the pie and with my thumb very carefully bored a hole through the crust to one side of center. I took the pie back and gingerly slipped it over Jim's erect cock with the wider side toward him. I maneuvered his hands under the left and right sides, being careful not to damage the pie.

You'll know what to do, I said as I got down on my knees between his legs. I kissed his little head and slipped my mouth over it and started to ride it down, enjoying the chocolate coating it got from coming up through the pie. I was no deep-throater like in Kakekid's story, but Jim made up for my shortcomings by sliding the pie up and into my face and folding it around. He lathered my hair with pie while I savored him in my mouth. Ladies, I keep telling you. Ask anyone who does it all the time. You really do learn to enjoy it! The combination of how sensual it is against your tongue and the roof of your mouth and how it simply makes men putty in your hands to offer it, will get you past any inhibitions you may have.

Jim added another pie to what was already matting up my hair. I have no clue what kind it was, just that the cream getting lathered in felt so good. He smashed one into my bare back and made me squeal, but it didn't stop my mission to get yet another load shot into my mouth. I worked him slowly and methodically so he'd enjoy every second, taking him to the brink several times and then backing off a little, teasing him ever so slightly. Well, the longer you do that, the more you get in the end and I certainly got what was coming to me when I finally took him over the edge and he emptied his load to give me more than a mouthful. Well, Darcie don't spit, no matter what so I kept working him while he pumped himself dry. I slipped off, keeping a good seal so I wouldn't spill a drop. Staring at his exhausted expression with my best wicked grin, I made a very exaggerated swallow and followed it up with, Mmmmm. Yummy.

I love when you do that, he said, panting.

You're lucky that I love doing it, then, I replied. I reached behind me to a chair where more pies were stashed and handed him one. More please, I said with my eyes closed and a mile-wide grin on my face. He drew back and let me have it hard.

Ooooo! I said. I stood up and handed him another one, a blackberry cream. Do that again!

Splat! He decked me hard in the face. I felt the blackberry filling slide up in my hair and I reached up and started to lather it in. The seeds were rubbing my scalp.

How 'bout a tit shot? I asked. He grabbed a strawberry cream and splattered my boobs with it. I rubbed it up and down my naked front.

I know! I know! I said, jumping so my tits would jiggle. I turned around, bent over the chair behind me and wiggled my bare ass at him. Gimme another spanking!

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Four rapid-fire pies splattered me in the ass and I squealed after every one. I didn't want to be clean ever again. I wanted to stand here naked and get pelted with pies forever, with occasional breaks so Jim could ravage my body of course!

Who wants this one? I asked, holding a banana cream.

I do! I do! was Jim's response. His manhood was still pretty floppy, but I could see that his total domination over me with pie after pie had begun to bring it back to life.

We play Who wants this one? all the time, so my aim has dramatically improved. In an instant the banana cream had exploded in a perfect circle around Jim's face and was now dripping down his chest. I wanted to rush him and lick it all off, but it was his turn now and besides, he'd be much more covered by the time the game was over.

Selecting a chocolate cream Jim asked me, Who wants this one?

I do! I do! I said, jumping as high as I could without taking a chance of slipping on the glop-covered plastic. It was enough that my tits bounced all over. I watched Jim's head bob up and down following them. I stopped jumping and stood with my arms down to my sides, ready to get just what I'd asked for. I didn't have to wait long as the chocolate cream exploded all over my face. Did it ever feel good! I so loved getting pied over and over. I was addicted to it the moment Jim plastered me with the very first one that night in his hotel room nearly two years ago. Now he's all mine and the more he wants to splatter me, the better.

We traded pies back and forth until Jim ended up with the last one, a purple Kool Whip pie. I let him splatter it all over my tits with the same enthusiasm that I displayed for the first one I asked for. The bed was covered pretty bad, but the floor was worse. We scooped gobs and gobs of pie remnants onto the plastic on the bed and dove into it together. Jim and I rolled around in it and rubbed it all over each other until we were unrecognizable blobs. His cock showed more signs of life so I went down there and licked pie from it, smeared more on it and licked some more, over and over until it was a rock-hard erection. Then I rolled over on my back.

Ever fuck a blob's brains out before? I asked.

He dove right into me. I'm sure that magnificent cock shoved pie and crust inside me, but I didn't give a crap! It made the most wonderful lubricant as he pumped me, gently at first and then more robustly. I believe I've already mentioned that I'm not one of those women who needs to be seduced every time. I like it when he just goes for what he wants, especially when he's already covered me in pie, slime or something else just as tasty and sticky.

I came once and he kept it up. The second time, I really clamped on him and he let it go to paint my insides. We collapsed next to each other, face to face.

We never did get dinner, he said.

I know, I replied. Pie and cum just doesn't go very far.

Neither does pie and pussy, he said. We giggled at our own sexy banter and melted into a long kiss. We showered, cleaned up our mess and showered again. By now, that was a ritual for us after really rowdy pie play. We did finally get dinner and I got nailed once more (clean this time) before settling down to sleep.

I'm a free woman now. No job to worry about, just memories to make with Jim and the girls. We're still working out the scenarios for Jim to wreck my last four uniforms. The only rule is that it can't be with something that's been used before. That rules out pies and mud. Maybe I'll take suggestions! Feel free to post your ideas. (And FORGET about manure. YUCK!) I think Wetgalfan has another short one-off story he wants to tell before he comes back to me anyway. But don't worry! I will be back.