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No Accounting for Pies
Story by Deeppan9x
Posted 10/26/18     3706 views
Liz was a qualified, and more importantly certified, accountant which was how she started working for Alan. Alan was a fairly average thirty-year old who just happened to have unexpectedly won several million pounds on the national lottery. Not having a background in financial matters, and due to the complexity of the UK tax system, he'd been advised to retain the services of a chartered professional.

Their first meeting had gone well, and Liz was pleasantly surprised by her easy going and friendly client. It was clear from the off that he really needed her professional help as his own tax situation had been far from ideal even before his win. On the plus side he'd kept statements and receipts going back for years, but on the minus side all of these had been stored without any apparent organisation in a series of cardboard box files.

Liz knew it was going to take some considerable time to go through all the boxes and make sense of them. Usually she would have taken them back to the office to deal with, but Alan had been kind enough to offer her a coffee and his assistance in sorting through them, so they'd began the work together in the lounge of his small townhouse. As the weeks passed this became something of a regular routine for the pair of them.

Just as Liz reached the end of the boxes and thought she'd got everything in order, Alan bought himself a new house, new car and began looking into several investments opportunities. The home and car were straightforward to finance but the investments required somewhat more effort. So, what had originally been a temporary arrangement became something a little more permanent.

She would spend half a day a month at Alan's new home; a four-bedroom property at the edge of a nice village. It was certainly a nice home, if not quite the manor house that you might expect a multimillionaire to live in. Liz looked forward to her visits as Alan could always be relied upon to offer her a fresh coffee and some pleasant conversation. In fact, she considered him less a client and more a friend these days.

* * *

It has been a stressful morning for Liz as she emerged from a three-hour meeting with one of her less desirable clients. He was the managing director of a small company with delusions of grandeur, and when not telling her how to do her own job he spent most of the time trying to look down the front of her blouse. Luckily, she could forget all about her morning as she had a more enjoyable appointment in the afternoon.

Grabbing a quick sandwich from a nearby corner shop she got into her car and was soon driving down country lanes on her way to Alan's. As she pulled into the drive she noticed Alan's new car parked up; much like the man himself it was a modest affair. She got out of her car and began to make her way over to the house. The front door opened inwards before she reached it to reveal Alan with a friendly smile upon his face.

"Hi Liz, fancy a coffee?" Alan greeted her.

"Oh please," she responded "it's been one of those days."

Alan gave her a sympathetic nod and headed into the kitchen whilst Liz made her way to the study. The study had become her place to work when she visited and their place to chat. She had just finished unpacking her case when the aroma of freshly brewed coffee announced Alan's imminent arrival. He gave her a shy smile as he passed her a mug with "World's Best Accountant" emblazoned across it. Liz chuckled at the mug.

"So, what have you got for me today?" she asked.

He handed her a bunch of receipts and a proposal to set up a foundation to support several local charities. She reviewed the proposal first, Alan had already run it past his solicitor, so she just needed to consider the tax implications. Then she went through the receipts, these looked okay although there was one from a company she didn't recognise and a relatively large one from a nearby bakery.

"What are these two?" she enquired.

Alan looked at the two receipts for a second or two and then began to blush. It was clear that something about them had him rattled which puzzled Liz. She took a long drink of her coffee to allow him a few minutes to compose himself before looking inquiringly at him.

"They shouldn't be there," Alan explained "it was a favour for a friend."

Liz wasn't convinced by his answer and wondered what he might be hiding. But he was her client and she had to respect his wishes even if he'd peaked her professional and personal interest. So, she put the matter to one side and didn't press him further. The rest of the visit went pretty much as it usually did and after a second coffee and a trip to the loo she was heading home for the weekend.

* * *

That weekend Liz found herself constantly thinking about the mysterious receipts and what they might mean. So much so that when she got into the office on Monday morning she immediately sat down and started checking through copies of Alan's financial statement for the past six months. It didn't take her long to discover similar payments going back the past couple of months and always to the same two companies on the same date.

Knowing that she was almost certainly prying too much into Alan's affairs, she phoned the bakery and asked to speak with whoever did their orders. She explained that she was Alan's accountant and that due to an administrative oversight on her part she'd lost the details of his most recent order and wondered if they could send her a copy. The man on the phone was very helpful and agreed to fax her one.

That just left the unknown company. She could just about remember the name on the receipt, so Liz googled it and discovered a very elegant looking website. Unfortunately, nowhere on the site did it actually say what the company did; it did state they were able to handle all kinds of personal services but then failed to describe these any further. Liz was still no clearer about why Alan had acted so oddly to her question.

"A fax for you" one of her colleagues announced dropping it on her desk.

Liz read through the copy of the bakery order, it was for two dozen assorted pies with extra cream on top. Nothing particularly unusual there Liz thought to herself, maybe Alan had simply been holding some dinner parties at his new house. That could explain the other company, maybe they provided additional catering services for the events. Liz did wonder why she'd never been invited, after all she thought Alan considered her a friend.

* * *

A couple of weeks later, when one of Alan's little events was due, Liz just happened to be in the vicinity and decided to pay him a visit. As she drove up the road to his house she noticed a bakery van just pulling out of the drive. Liz was a little surprised to see only a single unfamiliar car parked in the courtyard, she'd expected to see many more. She walked up to the front door and knocked a couple of times but there was no response.

Knowing that Alan usually kept the back door unlocked she went around the side. The door opened into the utility room and from there the kitchen. Liz was just about to open the kitchen door when she heard voices from inside and automatically froze. There were two people speaking, one was Alan and the other was an unfamiliar woman. Liz out her ear to the door so she could hear more clearly.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Alan asked.

"Absolutely, after all that's what you're paying for" the woman responded.

Liz was curious who Alan was talking to and what exactly was going on. She very carefully pulled up the handle of the door and opened it a crack so she could peer in. She could see the table in the middle of the kitchen was laden with a multitude of pies with various coloured fillings, but all topped with fresh cream. Alan was dressed pretty much as usual in jeans and an old t-shirt and beside him was an incredibly attractive young woman.

The woman appeared to be in her early to mid-twenties with long blonde hair. She was dressed in the little black dress and black stockings, Liz could tell they were stockings rather than tights as she could see the tops showing just below the short dress. The woman was also wearing bright red high heels which matched the colour of her lips.

As Liz watched, Alan picked up a pie from off the table and walked over to the woman. Liz wasn't sure what was about to happen, but the woman gave Alan a slight nod and then without any further ado he smashed the pie into her face. Liz was shocked by his action and only just managed to stop herself from calling out and drawing attention to her uninvited presence.

The woman wiped the pie from out of her eyes whilst retaining most of the creamy filling on her face. Then she stood there waiting patiently as Alan picked up another couple of pies and sandwiched her head between them. Liz was appalled that her friend was treating this woman in such a humiliating fashion. However, the woman didn't object and even picked up one of the pies and held it out towards Alan.

"Let me have it" he instructed her.

Suddenly the woman thrust the pie into Alan's eager face. She then picked up a second pie and ground it slowly against his face before stepping back. It was evident from the bulge in Alan's trousers that he was getting turned by this. And if truth be told Liz was starting to get a little excited by it all as well.

Alan once again took the offensive, picking up pies and thrusting or slapping them all over his willing accomplice. Once she was thoroughly covered in cream and pie filling she reached down and pulled up her dress to reveal her black thong panties and the lack of a bra. She cast the dress aside as Alan looked a couple of pies and rubbed them against her bare breasts. Then Alan bent her over the kitchen table and removed her panties.

This was all getting far too much for Liz and she realised she'd strayed into something far too private and personal. She had no right being here, watching this and knowing what Alan did in his own time with his own money. She felt ashamed of herself and quietly made her exit but not before she overheard the climactic grunts and groans of Alan and his lady friend.

* * *

Liz tried to forget what she'd seen at Alan's but couldn't. For some reason it had a profound effect on her and made her feel that she was missing out on something. And it wasn't just the lack of a man in her life, although that was certainly the case, but something more. The pies and humiliation she'd witnessed excited her, and she wanted to know more and took to the internet to find out all about WAM, Splosh and all messy things related.

She was also worried that Alan had discovered her intrusion into his affairs and would be cross or upset. But thankfully he seemed oblivious to it and was his usual humble and charming self when she next paid him a visit. But whilst he hadn't changed her knowledge of what he got up to fundamentally changed her view of him. Before he'd been a client and friend but now he was becoming the object of her fantasies.

Liz wanted to be the one standing there with Alan armed with a plentiful supply of baked goods. The thoughts were driving her to distraction and she had to do something about it. So, breaking every personal and professional guideline she's ever upheld, Liz surreptitiously checked the date of the next bakery order on his laptop. She's also found Alan's account with what she realised was an escort agency and cancelled his next appointment.

It has only taken a few minutes and Alan was none the wiser to her activities. All she needed to do now was to keep her nerve and carry through with her plan.

* * *

On the day Liz phoned Alan first thing to ask if it would be okay if she could drop in over lunchtime rather than her usual afternoon visit later in the week. She explained that she needed to visit another client in a neighbouring village and was hoping she could kill two birds with one stone. Alan had agreed but said that he needed to go out that afternoon, Liz promised it would only be a flying visit and that she wouldn't be late. Of course, Liz had no intention of keeping either promise.

Next it was time to get dressed up for the event. She's been undecided about what exactly to wear; she wanted to look nice much like the escort she'd seen but at the same time didn't want to tip Alan off at something might be up. In the end she went with a business-like white blouse and black skirt, although under this she wore her sexist underwear: black lace bra and panties with stockings and a garter belt.

About noon Liz sent Alan a text message stating she'd been held up with her prior engagement and was running late but was now on her way. She then drove over to his house and parked up. As she got out of her car she glanced round to confirm there weren't any unfamiliar vehicles, just in case the escort agency had sent anyone. But the courtyard was empty, so she hurried over to the front door and knocked. Alan opened it almost immediately.

"Sorry I'm late," Liz said "you won't believe the morning I've had!"

"I'm about to..." Alan began.

Liz ignored Alan and walked right past him, going straight to the study and unpacking her things. She could tell Alan was a little concerned or possibly upset by her presence as he hadn't offered her a cup of coffee. She pretended she hadn't noticed his irritation and started to go through his monthly receipts. He hovered at the doorway which gave her a chance to tease him as she slowly raised up her skirt and flashed him the top of her stockings.

Suddenly there was the sound of someone pulling up in the courtyard. Liz assumed it would the baker delivering his usual supply of goods for Alan's expected rendezvous. Alan quickly left to deal with the matter and Liz breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how long she could keep up this charade but hopefully it wouldn't be long now. When Alan returned Liz stood up and turned to face him.

"All done for another month" she stated.

"Fantastic" he responded.

Liz was careful to leave her handbag behind. Alan didn't notice as he was too busy trying to keep himself between Liz and the kitchen, so she wouldn't see the huge number of pies now covering the table. She allowed herself to be escorted out and gave him a friendly wave goodbye as she walked over to her car. Liz waited for Alan to close the front door then counted to ten before returning to the house and knocking.

"I forgot my handbag" she explained to Alan as he opened the door.

Alan left her at the door as he rushed to the study to retrieve the bag. By the time he'd found it hidden under the desk in his study Liz had made her way to the kitchen and was busily examining the pies on the table. Alan appeared to be distressed as he entered the room. Clearly, he would have a hard time explaining the presence of all the pies to anyone. Liz took her handbag off him.

"Are these for a charity event you're hosting? " Liz asked innocently.

"Yes, that's right" he replied in relief.

"Well in that case you must let me give you something" Liz said.

Liz reached into her handbag and fumbled around for a few moments looking for her purse. Then suddenly she grabbed a pie from off the table and smashed it into Alan's unsuspecting face. Alan just stood there pie faced and utterly confused by her action.

"Oh, I forgot to say that your appointment with the escort has been cancelled" Liz declared.

Even with a face full of cream Liz could tell that Alan was blushing. Obviously, he was embarrassed that she had uncovered his secret arrangements. Liz quite enjoyed the feeling of power she had over him at this moment, but it wasn't what she truly desired. So instead she picked up another pie from the table. Alan clearly expected her to smash it into his face as she'd done with the first one so was astonished when she handed it to him instead.

"Let me have it" she commanded.

Alan looked at her in surprise. She grinned back at him and then lent toward slightly and sticking out her tongue licked some of the cream off the top of the pie. Then she leant back and waited patiently for Alan to obey her instruction. He didn't disappoint and moments later her face was encased in a sweet-smelling cream and pie filling. It felt wonderful and Liz was on cloud nine, but she wasn't going to be satisfied with just one pie.

Clearing the filling from her eyes see looked up to see that Alan had already rearmed himself with a second pie. This time when he thrust the pie towards her she reacted by diving forward and driving her face into the pie. She heard Alan chortle at her antics and found the sound strangely alluring.

Next up were a couple of pies which Alan delivered to either side of her head before taking another and depositing it on top of her head. Then Alan took hold of her shoulders and forced her to take a few steps backwards until she was stood against the kitchen wall. Then he returned to the table and gathered half of dozen pies together which he proceeded to throw at her one after the other. The pies impacted against her face, hip, chest, legs, arm and even her crotch.

"Oh my!" Liz stated.

She was totally covered in pies and loving it. She'd never felt so turned on and wanted to signal to Alan that she wanted to take it to the next level. Instead of saying anything she did so by reaching down and grabbing the hem of her dress. She then lifted the dress off until she was standing there in front of her friend and client in just her sexy black lingerie. She heard an audible gasp from Alan and knew he'd got the message.

Liz made her way back over to Alan and collecting a pie from the table splattered him in the face with it. By the time he'd cleared the pie from out of his eye Liz was bent over the table with her bottom sticking out towards him. Alan might not be a genius, but he clearly knew what she wanted as the took a pie and spanked her with it. Two more pies followed before she straightened up and looked over at home.

"So why not pie my tits?" she asked.

"I don't want to ruin your wonderful bra" he answered cheekily.

Liz took the hint and removed her bra to reveal her bare breasts. Alan smiled at her then bought up a couple of pies and smeared them across her chest. It felt amazing especial when Alan began to rub the pies around, then he dropped the pie tins but continued to fondle her breasts with his hands. Then he moved his hands up to her head and taking hold of it leaned in and kissed her passionately upon the lips

There were still half a dozen pies left but Liz soon forgot about them as their tongues intertwined. She wrapped her arms around him and he worked his hands down her body until they were resting on her hips. She then felt him gently pull at the waistband of her panties. He broke the kiss and looked her in the eye.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"I've never been surer about anything" she responded.

And with that he pulled down her panties to leave her standing there in just stockings and a garter belt. He then slipped off his own clothing and started kissing her again. Soon the pair of them were rolling around on the floor. Nothing more was said but it was clear to both of them that this was just the beginning of a whole new chapter in their lives.
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briff1es:
10/26/18
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I love this! Really sexy stuff, it reminds me of Slapstickman's old stories, and I mean that as a compliment!
Deeppan9:
10/26/18
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High praise indeed.
cmfan777:
10/26/18
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An excellent beginning to what will hopefully become a new series! Nice job!
Deeppan9:
10/27/18
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Hadn't thought of it becoming a series but might write a sequel at some point
Sque1ch:
11/5/18
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Great story! Very well written. Liz has definitely got to go back to do Alan's year end accounts!
Deeppan9:
11/7/18
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Thank for the comment uksquelch, glad you liked it.
DrJohnnyFever:
12/11/18
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Love the story. Thank you for it. Very sexy and very simple. I cannot wait to act this one out with my wife.
Deeppan9:
12/12/18
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Good luck with your role play
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