Denise had just turned forty and was finally going to experience something she'd always dreamt about. You see ever since she'd been a teenager Denise had a thing, a fetish if you will, about getting messy. She didn't really know where and why this was but whenever she saw a contestant on a gameshow getting gunged or watched a silent film where a pie fight broke out she would start to get aroused.

She'd mentioned it to a couple of her previous boyfriends. The first had been generally supportive and one evening when she'd gotten home from work he'd been waiting with a couple of paper plates topped with shaving foam. It has been a good start but Denise wanted so much more, unfortunately the relationship didn't last. The second boyfriend had been appalled by the idea when she'd raised it and so she'd never mentioned it to him or anyone else again.

There had been times when she'd been single, or her current boyfriend wasn't around, when she'd engaged in some private messy sessions but they had left her unsatisfied; she really wanted someone to mess her up. So when she'd broken up with her latest boyfriend Denise had decided to do something about it.

Turning to the internet she soon found sites devoted to what she discovered was called "wet and messy". Many included forums or chat rooms which she started hunting through for suitable opportunities. But it was at this point that her nerve almost gave out; it was a bit like arranging a blind date and her experiences of those wasn't exactly a positive one. Then she saw it.

There was a post about a slapstick get-together at a hotel. The event was aimed at single people and seemed to be based upon a speed dating format only including custard pies. Denise was instantly taken with the concept even though it was being held some considerable distance away. Luckily she knew the area to a certain extent as she'd once worked in the neighbouring county.

This event gave her the opportunity of getting messy and not just by herself. And at the same time it allowed her to retain her anonymity so her friends and family didn't learn of her secret fetish. She registered her interest in the event, paying the required online deposit, and started counting down the days.

* * *

It had been five weeks since Denise seen the announcement about the event and finally it had arrived. She had got her hair styled the previous day and was wearing her favourite summer dress beneath which she had on brand new black lace underwear. Denise had even gone to the trouble of wearing stockings especially for the occasion. In fact, even if she did say so herself, she looked damn sexy.

Denise had driven to the hotel and parked up in the private courtyard. She had butterflies in her stomach and she got out of her car and approached the entrance. Inside there was a reception area and beyond that a short corridor leading to a lounge. As there was no one at the reception Denise walked down the corridor and took a peek into the lounge.

The lounge was filled with men of all kinds. Some barely out of the teens whilst others appeared to be approaching retirement age. Some were dressed smartly, others in jeans and t-shirts. Beyond the lounge was a dining hall with a dozen small tables scattered throughout it. Each table held a selection of cream cakes. Denise also spotted a couple of women sitting at the tables.

Now that the moment had almost arrived, Denise was growing increasingly anxious and was starting to have second thoughts. At that instant the hotel door opened and a gang of eight or nine women entered accompanied by a man dressed in a tuxedo. The women were attractive and provocatively dressed and as they swept into the lounge Denise was carried along with them.

"Let's get this party started!" the tuxedoed man declared.

The women were escorted over to the dining area and each shown to a separate table. Then as the men were gathered together a waiter dropped round with drinks for the women. Denise took a glass of dry white wine and sipped nervously from it. The tuxedoed man stepped forward.

"Now remember the rules," he said "you have just three minutes to get the know one another before the gong sounds. If you wish to pair up with your date at that point then simply hit them in the face with a pie. If both of you pie one another then please feel free to relocate to one of the rooms upstairs. Otherwise men move clockwise to the next table and women stay where you are."

Clever thought Denise, the format meant that either the women paired up with one of the men or were likely to get repeatedly pied. Now that she thought about it, Denise realised that the group of women who had arrived with the tuxedoed man were likely models hired to entertain the men and get very messy in the process. She suspected most of the men would be more than happy with the arrangement and satisfied to simply pie the women.

Obviously Denise had no intention of pairing up with anyone tonight, unless George Clooney or Brad Pitt was in attendance, but just the thought of getting pied was still very exciting to her. And that it would be a series of pies delivered by complete strangers just added to the thrill of it all. However, Denise was shaken from any further musings by the sound of a gong.

The man who approached Denise's table looked to be in his early to mid-twenties and his appearance screamed out nerd. He took the seat opposite and gave her a tentative smile. She smiled encouragingly back at him and waited for him to introduce himself. Unfortunately nerves seems to have gotten the better of him as he remained close lipped.

"I'm Denise" she said breaking the silence.

"Sorry, I'm Geo," he said hesitantly "this is my first time."

Denise wasn't certain if he was admitting this was his first time at such an event or the first time he'd ever spoken to a woman. She could readily believe both to be true for him. And as the gong sounded later that pretty much summed up the whole of their conversation during the period.

As other men got up from their seats, usually having splattered their female companion in the face with a pie, Geo simply got up and walked to the next table. There was also one pie faced couple who made their way upstairs. Denise was disappointed not to have been pied and wasn't sure if Geo didn't fancy her or was just too nervous to do it.

In any case her next "date" was approaching. He was somewhat scruffily dressed and appeared to be around fifty years of age. From the moment Denise saw him she knew she would be getting a pie in her face soon. This was possibly because he seemed to spend more time checking out the pies on the table rather than checking her out, not that he failed to do the latter as Denise spotted him looking down her cleavage as he arrived at the table.

"So any chance of a shag?" he asked sitting down.

"Sorry you're not my type" Denise replied.

"Well you know what that means then" he said.

He then glanced over the pies before selecting a key lime pie and moving it towards the edge of the table. Denise was on tenterhooks as she mentally counted down the three minute time period. Finally it was going to happen and Denise started to experience a familiar feeling of arousal. It grew as the man started to lift the pie from the table in readiness of the gong sounding.

Then it happened. The sound of the gong had barely rung out before the pie was impacting against Device's face. It was just about everything she had hoped for and certain a million times better than her own experiments or a couple of foam pies from a former boyfriend. The pie was felt wet and cold against her skin and she could only imagine what she looked like.

The man meanwhile got up and moved to another table while another took his place. Denise wiped the cream from out of her eyes, being careful not to dislodge too much mess from her face. Once she could see again she was pleasantly surprised by the man now sitting in front of her. He was around forty and dressed in a smart casual manner. It was also clear that one of the other women had found him equally attractive as there were traces of cream around his face.

"Hi, I'm Will" he introduced himself.

They spent the next few minutes in conversation and Denise was sad when it came to an end. She was very tempted to pick up a pie and splatter it into Will's face but she hadn't come here tonight to hook up with someone. Still she was pleased to see that he had a pie in hand and didn't seem too perturbed that she hadn't. She gave him an encouraging before accepting her second pie in her face of the night.

It felt so different from the first time, and not just physically but emotionally. Finally she had gotten truly pied from someone she had a connection with, no matter how brief that connection might have been. It also helped that Will hadn't just smacked it in her face with it but delivered it in an almost loving fashion. This was exactly what Denise had always desired but then her dreams came crashing down around her.

"Hello Denise" said a voice she recognised.

Will left and Grant sat down opposite her. Grant was a few years younger than Denise and he had worked as her deputy when she'd headed up the finance department of a nearby pharmaceutical company. They'd had a good working relationship but things had broken down between them when she'd left the company and not endorsed his application for her former post.

She was shocked by his appearance at the event and even more so by the implications that it entailed. Whilst the two of them hadn't been in contact of years, Grant still knew who she was and word was surely going to get back to her friends and family about was had been up to. It seemed her secret was out.

The sound of the gong awoke her from her contemplations. She noticed that Grant had a pie in hand and was grinning smugly at her. Before she could react to stop him he had slapped the pie into her face. He then proceeded to smear it around and around, ensuring her face was thoroughly coated with the pie cream. And all the time he maintained that smug grin.

It was all too much for Denise. Without thinking she picked up one of the pies from the table and thrust it into Grant's disbelieving face.

"And we have another lucky couple" the tuxedoed man announced.

"Oh crap" thought Denise as she realised what she'd done. Now everyone, including Grant, would think that she wanted to pair up with him this evening when all she really wanted to do was run away and pretend the whole thing had never happened. But other than making a scene and attracting more attention and shame to herself she couldn't think of any way out of the situation.

So she followed Grant upstairs and entered one of the suites that had been reserved for the event. Inside was a large bed and either side of it were a set of doors. As Grant walked to the far side of the bed Denise realised that the nearside door opened to a bathroom. She headed into it and shut the door behind her as she considered her options. Clearly she had no intention of fucking Grant now or ever.

Denise realised her only option was to apologise and plead with him to keep her secret. With her mind now made up Denise decided to take the opportunity to clean herself up as she was in a bathroom. She may have only taken three pies to the face but they had certainly done their job as she looked a complete mess. She washed her face clean and wished she could change out of her dress but she's left her spare clothes in the boot of her car.

Taking courage from the simply act of cleaning herself Denise headed back into the bedroom to confront Grant. She had assumed that Grant would be naked and waiting in the bed for her. Instead he was standing by the window and was still very much fully dressed. She breathed a sigh of relief, maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she had imagined.

"Look I'm sorry, but we're not having sex" she stated.

"Yes I had kind of assumed that" Grant said laughing.

"Then why being me up here? " she queried.

Grant held up his hand to signal patience whilst he headed though the other door in the room. There was a tinkling sound and he emerged a few seconds later pushing a hostess trolley holding right large cream pies of various colours and she assumed flavours. Grant the picked up a pie off the trolley and stepped over to Denise.

"What are you going to do with that?" Denise asked expectantly.

"Give this bitch I know her just desserts" Grant answered.

"And this stays between us?" She asked.

Grant nodded his acceptance. Denise took a moment to consider things. True it seemed she didn't have much choice but then again why was she trying to avoid her messy fate. After all she had come here to get messy at the hands of someone else and why couldn't that person be Grant. He was certainly better than that first creep who had pied her downstairs.

"You wouldn't dare?" She said haughtily.

Denise struck a pose with her shoulders thrown back and a stern expression upon her face. It didn't fool Grant as he seemed to know she wanted this as much as he did and so seconds later her features were decorated with pie cream. It felt glorious and Denise didn't have long to wait for more as Grant took another pie and repeated the act.

Then Grant took two pies from the trolley and approached Denise. It didn't take a genius to know what he was going to do with them and sure enough soon Denise was sporting a pair of pies on either side of her head. Grant then deposited a pie on top of her head before rubbing it and the accumulated cream from the previous pies all over her head.

As Grant seemed busy destroying her hairdo, Denise noticed a bucket sitting beside the trolley. A quick glance revealed it to be filled with a thick green liquid that looked very much like the gunge they used for kids' messy gameshow. Denise desperately wanted to experience the feeling of all that gunge being dumped over her.

"Please no more pies" Denise begged staring at the bucket.

Grant looked momentarily confused until he noticed what Denise was looking at. Picking up the bucket he moved up to Denise and attempted to lift it above her head. Unfortunately it was clearly far too heavy for him to do so. As he looked around, probably for something to stand on Denise thought to herself she took the initiative by dropping to her knees.

Denise looked up at Grant as he slowly tipped the bucket over her head. The green gunge came oozing out and dropped on to her upturned face before making its slow descent down her body. It felt wonderful as the gunge kept flowing, Grant making sure she got a thorough coating of it. But eventually the gunge came to an end.

Regaining her feet Denise could see that Grant looked a little perplexed as he looked over her. Glancing down at herself she could see that the gunge had certainly done its job as little of her now remained clean. She realised that Grant had nowhere left to mess up. However, he still has plenty of pies left and neither of them wanted this to end so soon. So Denise decided to remove her dress.

Grant was clearly stunned at her unexpected action and more so to be confronted by his ex-boss wearing just her sexy underwear on front of him. Denise giggled especially when she noticed him checking her out. He looked slightly embarrassed to have been caught out and turned to the trolley taking a pie and placing it carefully on the bed.

"Would you step over here" Grant requested.

Denise stepped over to the bed and looked down at the pie resting there. As she looked at it, Grant placed his hands upon her back and gently forced her to bend over so her bum was sticking up and her face was just inches above the pie. Then Grant took one of the two remaining pies and spanked Denise on the bottom with it. The force of the smack was sufficient to knock Denise forward and cause her to bury her own face in the pie on the bed.

Denise should have been humiliated but truth she'd never felt so alive, never felt so turned on. She turned over on the bed and looked up at Grant who was holding a small jug. As he seemed to be undecided where to use it she provided a suggestion by pulling open the front of her knickers. Grant took her up on the offer and soon her most intimate parts were swimming in runny custard.

As Denise was enjoying her latest degradation, Grant picked up the final pie from the trolley and sat down on the bed beside her. As he did so Denise surprised him by reaching behind herself and removing her bra. From the bulge that appeared in Grant's trousers she could see that he approved. More importantly it proved that he was as turned on as she was.

"Any chance you might reconsider having sex?" he asked.

"Absolutely, if I can have that final pie" she replied.

Denise took the pie from Grant and held it up in front of his face. After teasing him for a few seconds she suddenly slapped it against her own breasts. Grant looked like he was about to say something but Denise put her finger on his lips to shush him. Then taking hold of his head she bought it down to her chest and smothered his face with her cream covered tits. There was a smile plastered across Grant's messy face when Denise pulled his head up from her.

"Now get naked and fuck me" Denise commanded Grant.

* * *

Denise woke up in bed alone. It took her a moment or two to recall that Grant had mentioned he had an early morning appointment he couldn't ignore. That had been after their messy sex session and the shower afterwards, which in turn had led to more sex. He'd left her a note reminding her of his appointment, his contact details and his hope that she would be in contact soon. He'd also gone to the trouble of going to her car and fetching her overnight bag.

She got out of bed and had a quick wash before getting dressed in a pair of leggings and loose top. With Grant gone she decided there was little point hanging around so decided to skip breakfast and head home. After returning the room key to reception she made her way out of the hotel and towards the courtyard where her car was parked. There she bumped into the young nerd from the event.

"Oh hello, I'm sorry about last night" Geo said.

"Sorry?" Denise inquired.

"About not hitting you with a pie," he explained "I really wanted to but I was just too scared. Maybe next time?"

Denise thought it unlikely she'd be attending any future event now she'd meet someone to share her fetish with. But she did feel sympathy for Geo so acting on impulse she took hold of his hand and lead him back into the hotel. Passing by the dining area she grabbed an unused cream pie and found them an empty room.

Not wanting to drive home in messy clothes she removed her top and stood before Geo in just her bra and leggings. She then handed him the pie before giving him a reassuring smile. Unlike yesterday evening he didn't hold back this time and thrust the pie into her face. They both laughed and Denise decided it had been the perfect way to round off her messy experience.

The end.