I stood in my doorway surveying my situation and the room's ridiculous state. Thick, cheap cream pies were piled onto every surface, laid out on the floor surrounding the bed, on top of my comforter, across my desk, on my dresser, even on the chairs and closet shelves. I sighed, the weight of the handcuffs binding my wrists behind my back felt heavy, but nothing compared to the weight of the messy challenge awaiting me to find the key.

"I'm a university student, I should be able to methodically come up with a plan." I thought to myself. Not having use of my hands was going to make this rough, but there seemed to be no other way. I'd have to dig into each pie one by one. I began to count, growing dread creeping in as I crossed over 100 that I could see. How did Stacy and her friends pull off buying so many pies?

There was no sane, rational way out of my mess. Better just get it over with. I turned my back to the room and sat down near the pie closest to the door. Or I thought near, but the wet slap against the seat of my khakis told me I'd miscalculated, instead landing into the center of one of the pies. Still, I found the edge of the pie tin with my fingers, slid it from under my butt, and felt around for a handcuff key. Nothing, of course. Gritting my teeth, I re-positioned myself over where the next pie should be. This time, I was on target, brushing my fingers through the sticky cream in search of the increasingly elusive handcuff key. In this way I proceeded like a sloppy game of minesweeper until I'd cleared a trail to the bed, my pants soaked through with cloying pie filling and my manhood betraying me. Was I actually enjoying this?
I realized as I faced the bed that sitting was going to be harder. Plus, a small part of me wanted to see what it would feel like to press my face into the pies. I gingerly lowered my face into a key lime pie, its unexpected tartness a surprise. Nevertheless, I swept my mouth around the pie tin, probing for a key with my tongue. Nothing. I proceeded to explore the pies on the bed with my mouth, my chest and lap soon coated with the remains of the desserts already searched. I moaned softly, pausing to enjoy the sensation of the pies against my lap. I was hardly 10 pies in and already my libido was distracted"

I startled at a soft giggle at the doorway behind me. My heart leapt into my throat as the door creaked open. There stood Stacy wearing an overcoat and her trademark mischievous smirk. "I see you haven't found the key yet. Tsk tsk tsk." Stacy shook her head in mock disapproval, her dirty blonde hair swinging across her face exposing the twinkle in her eyes for an instant before again hiding one eye like a veil. "You look...delicious!" Stacy giggled. "It's 12:01 AM. I told you I'd check on you in the morning, but the thought of you in here hopelessly clawing through mess got ma too excited. There was no way I was going to miss this! I hope you don't mind." She purred.

"It's nice to have some company." I smiled. "How did you pull this off?"

"My friend Rachel is a cashier at the store. When I told her what happened and what my plan was she arranged a pallet of pies to be brought over. She says she has the night manager wrapped around her little finger." Stacy chuckled darkly. "I see you haven't found the key yet." Stacy lowered her voice. "Want help looking?" she whispered in my ear, sending me nearly over the edge.

"What about Michael?" I asked, concerned. He was my roommate and my friend after all.

"You didn't hear? Michael broke up with me after dinner Thursday. He didn't like the way I flirt. I asked him if he wanted me to flirt with him that way and he said hell no! So it looks like I'm free to torture you full time now." Stacy smiled hopefully.
My mind reeled taking this all in. For a moment I forgot I was humiliatingly coated from head to toe in mess. "I'd like that." I confessed.

"Good!" exclaimed Stacy cheerfully as she pushed her overcoat off her shoulders and let it drop to the hallway floor. There she stood wearing a shiny red latex body suit that perfectly matched her pouty red lips. "I would have felt silly wearing this otherwise." She grinned. She lifted a pie off the corner of the bed, sniffed it lightly, then comically ground it into her own face roughly. I was shocked and also immensely aroused. She brushed her now sticky hair out of her eyes and observed dryly, "Well, the key isn't in this one." It was my turn to chuckle. I scrambled off the bed still handcuffed and leaned in for a very sticky kiss.

Stacy taunted me with her sensuous nonchalance as she'd lift a pie, smash it into my face or hers, or more often than not into my crotch where I'd emit a yelp. Occasionally she'd slap one into her perfect ass or breasts. Soon I could no longer resist, and still restrained I wrapped my legs around the beauty, pulling her onto the pie covered bed with me, kissing every inch I could reach.

Stacy lifted a pie and massaged it into her own lap, then purred, "You better search this one." clearly an order, not a recommendation. I obediently began to lap and explore the pie while she moaned softly. She grabbed every pie she could reach and slapping it over my head and face as I explored. As her body began to climb to a crescendo she thrust one last pie into my crotch as she came, massaging me to satisfaction as well. As we lay in the remaining mess, she collected herself, slid the last few pies from the closet shelf, and pressed two into her chest, and the last one into my face playfully. She pulled the overcoat over her mess-coated body and gathered her purse.

"Um, we never found the key?" I observed, still sore and restrained.

"Oh, it's in a pie like I said." She looked at me wickedly. "It's in one of the pies back at my place. Come over with me and I'll give it to you." as she headed for the door.