Im not a writer by any means so please take it easy on me. I'm just wanting to share my first experience with wam and the story of how i arrived here

My first pie

We laid in bed in my messy tiny efficiency apartment. All cuddled up after after love making. I asked him what his "thing" is. " Everyone has something" I said. He looked nervous and smirked. I was very curious at this point! He finally spoke "it's really fucking weird! You have to promise me you will never tell anyone!!" Wow. Now I'm even more curious. After swearing multiple times that I wouldn't tell anyone he says it..."I like to pie people." Wtf? What does that even mean? I ask, "like a pie pie? That you eat?" He looks very nervous, "yes a pie. Girls look so hot with pie smashed in their face. It drives me crazy!" I couldn't help but crack up laughing, it sounded so fun and silly! I wouldn't say sexy or hot, but definitely fun. "I'll do it!" I squeal enthusiastically. Once again he looks a little shocked and nervous, "Really" he asks. At this point I can see his eyes light up with complete and utter excitement. He shares with me that he's only gotten to live out this fantasy 8 times between 2 ex-girlfriends. One liked it okay, and the other didn't really care for it. This makes me sad. Sad that, for one, he was so scared of being judged for this little kink, and also sad that this turns him on so much and he's only done it 8 times at 30 years old.

For the next week I looked online to try and understand what exactly he might be looking for from me and this fetish. I wasn't sure where to look. I saw some random YouTube videos and photos but didn't really understand it. It was finally on a friday afternoon at my neighborhood grocery that I was buying some wine and saw stacks of pies in the next cooler. Cream filled chocolate and whipped cream, lemon merengue, and a coconut merengue. I smirked and took out my phone texting the options to my pie guy. He responded almost immediately "oh wow coconut". I reply with a photo of the pie. He responds "oh dear god". I reply "it's pretty". He responds "a pretty pie for a pretty face." I'm not sure what happened but when he texts this my panties feel suddenly sticky and warm

This pie sat for 4days in my fridge taunting me! Both of us had a non-stop crazy weekend leading up to Mardi Gras day. Then the rain and cold got everyone a little snotty and under the weather, not very sexy. I had to protect this pie from a couple different house guests. My mother was after it at one point! I heard the plastic and tin noise and ran in screaming "no!!! That's not mine!" She thought I was insane but put the pie back on the refrigerator shelf. I needed this pie shoved in my face, and soon.

Finally the night came and I got a text he would be stopping over to play. Thank god. Curiosity was killing me! I asked if he had anything in particular he wanted me to wear. He gave me a list of a few fantasies involving either a business suit, French maid, or naked is always good.

Business suit it is then! I had the perfect one bought for a job interview a few years ago. They said I was over dressed and I didn't get the job. Fuck em! Now I would put it to great use, and have a lot more fun than I would have had in it in that shitty job!

I was nervous and didn't know what to expect. I took a hot bubble bath, poured a glass of wine, and put on the black Calvin Klein skirt suit with a black and white zebra print blouse underneath. I then braided my hair in two long pig tail style braids, and put on a little makeup (I never wear makeup). I placed my "pretty" pie on the kitchen counter and waited.... nervously.

Finally my beautiful blue eyed man arrived. We sat, a little awkwardly, on my sofa discussing our day and what we did over the holiday. I finally said "come on! Lets do this!" The waiting was seriously killing me at this point. I just wanted to know what the hell this was all about!

He kissed me standing and walking me backwards towards my bed, the exquisite pressure of his hands on my hips. I sat on the edge of bed looking up at him. His baby face, and smirk, and those damned gorgeous blue eyes make me melt! He walked away into kitchen to retrieve my coconut present. I just stared, loving every moment of watching him and the underlying excitement that glowed from that little smile on his face. He sat the pie on the table next to my bed and his hands moved to his zipper to slide off his pants.

I sighed heavily feeling the tightness in my stomach that I always feel knowing he will soon be inside of me. I could feel my clit lightly twitching and he had barely touched me yet. He leaned over, pulled my black skirt up and placed a warm hand on my wet pussy and began rubbing me gently. I moaned contently, feeling my entire body relax in one deep breath. He then took my legs in each hand and lifted them up above his shoulders sliding inside of me gently before starting a pounding rhythm that brought me quickly to climax. I could feel my muscles tightening on his hard cock with each wave of orgasm.

When I opened my eyes he was holding the thick creamy coconut pie in his hand. Looking at the 2 inches of whipped cream I suddenly wanted to scream! I started giggling, my eyes darting back and forth between his gleaming eyes and the pie in his hand. I heard a low groan deep in his throat and he began moving inside me again. All I could concentrate on was that pie and wondering when it would be slammed into my face and what it was going to feel like. I saw a slight arm movement and flinched, then I heard that groan again. He licked his smirking lips staring at my face. Then it came! In one fast movement, I took a giant gulp of air and closed my eyes, the pie squished and squashed into my face! The cold cream was luxurious and delicious! All my senses were tingling. I felt the cold wetness dripping down my neck and him pushing the tin up my face to the top of my head. I opened my mouth again for another gulp of air smiling and giggling with delight. I couldn't see him but I could hear his breath quicken and feel a slight tremble in his legs. I felt his hot cum run between my legs and down my thigh.

I loved this. I loved only hearing and feeling him. I loved the feel, smell, and taste of the coconut pie on my skin. I loved that this was not only something I could give him, but that I wanted it too.

I put my hands to my face and wiped the pie out of my eyes. I opened them to see his beaming blue eyes smiling. He collapsed on top of me kissing me deeply again. I giggled when he pulled back and had white fluffy cream on his nose. Mmmmm! He asked if I wanted to hop in shower. I didn't, but said ok anyway. Im finding I also am in love with cleanup. The laughter and feeling of having a dirty secret you share is beautiful. Thank god he climbed in with me, the assistance he provided pulling tiny coconut shards from my hair was greatly appreciated

So, here I am, and that's how I got here. I hope whoever takes the time to read this enjoys it and feels free to send me a friend request, message, or mixture advice. I have a few photos from my second (french maid) wam session with blue eyes, and hopefully will have many more to come!