Preface: This is a series of a few connected scenes, and basically a (wam) male-fantasy. The woman's perspective is from a conversation I had with a kinkster friend; I'd asked her how she'd seduce someone with the same fetish. I swapped her fetish for a pie-fetish, and started writing.

This is still un-edited. It is a copy+paste from the file.




She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Or met. She was hot beyond hot. She had a body that defied reason, and a smile that by itself was seductive as hell. Every guy in the room noticed her, and half made the rounds to hit on her. I avoided the whole scene, but ended up in some group discussions with her anyway. She was as sharp as she was gorgeous, and I made her laugh a few times without even trying. Not bad, but not enough for me to go chasing.

By chance we ended up on the same elevator, alone. After a polite and not unpleasant silence, she finally turned to me and asked, So, how long have you liked me?

Did I mention that she was the hottest and all-natural-no-aftermarket-equipment example of womanhood I'd ever seen? Just checking. I couldn't help but grin at that and said, Since your offhand comment about men and tits. Very honest, true, and really funny.

She said, So I got you at tits, huh?

Oh, not yet.

She smiled, Uh huh. Well, it's true you know. Show off a big pair of tits and a man will go fetch you coffee, get the paper, anything you want.

I said, Well, for some of us seduction goes beyond a high-schooler's fantasy you know.

She feigned looking impressed, Oh, good to know! So what it is then that lights you up like christmas lights?

I said, Great body helps, certainly. But without imagination, banter, anticipation. .

.. teasing? she offered.

I nodded, Yep. Teasing.. the secret.. you want to know the secret? Tease a man until he's ready to explode, and he'll rip your clothes off.

She waved me off, Oh, I know that already, but it isn't true. Most men are too frightened to move. Unfortunately. I'm a great tease, by the way.

I'm sure you are. Are you good with the consequences of teasing, though?

I love consequences., she said.

I nodded and asked, So what floats your boat? Besides consequences, of course.

Oh, you know, the usual things a girl likes. Assertive men. Bubble baths. Good massages. The doors of the elevators opened and she said, This is my floor. I held the doors open for her. As she walked out, she stopped and turned to finish her thought, And I love a good set of consequences. Oh, and I have a hell of an oral fetish. She smiled, and as the doors started to close she stuck her hand in gap and they opened again. She said, And I've always wanted a great big pie in the face. She shrugged and left me alone in the elevator.


I woke up to a note under my door that read, I know I can tease you to 'consequences'. Care to take the bait? Room 712. Uh huh. This was going to be interesting.

Later that day, I found her online and messaged, Hey room 712. I'll be up around 9. Three knocks.

Her response was, you can see me whenever you're up Very funny.

good to know. See you at 9

gotta run, see you at 9. I'll be sure I wont be wearing anything interesting.

see you. Remember: consequences.


Later on, again another message: hey I have a question.

ok shoot

She texted, why the hell wear bikinis at the pool? We're all adults. Am I wrong that id rather go naked?

you'd srsly just go naked at the pool?

of course. I'm just fine being naked.

I'm just fine with that as well.

You're fine with me being naked? Good to know. But as to my question.. pool, naked, what you think?

I thought for a moment and messaged, In your case, naked. Or not. Even in bikini, once I got you alone it'd be OFF. I'd pull the strings and you'd be naked fast as you could spell consequences.

I can spell consequences really fast. But why wait until we're alone? Why not just de-suit me as soon as you saw me?

Oh, you know, public exposure, police and so on. Not that I wouldn't WANT to de-suit you as soon as you sauntered out in your bikini. But if you like, we can set up a camera and then I'll de-suit you in private.

She finished with, Oh yr good. Gotta go. And seconds later, buy a camera

This was interesting.

We found ourselves, later on, in the same huge meeting. I messaged, Hey. She replied, Hey. Buy a camera yet?

Have one.

What will you do with it?

Besides set it up and yank your bikini off as soon as you walked into the room with it?

Ha! I wouldn't wear a bikini. Probably some lingerie .Or something else maybe?

I typed, Just a towel. Or one of my shirts.

A moment, and then, damn you are good. Read my mind.

I thought for a second, yeah, well the old 'oops I dropped my towel' works every time.

I know it does. I love that one. Tell me what else I love.

I typed, Ok. How about this? There's a party at your place. You're late. You eventually toss on a dress and nothing else. You rush into the room, and the door closes. On your dress. You take two steps and pop right out of it, and are naked at your own party.

A few moments passed, and I wondered what she was thinking and whether I was way off with that one, when she finally messaged back to me, i'm stunned, that is so on, you read my mind. It's close.. really close.. in my fantasy I'm in a towel, but close enough. Wow. I am impressed, mister.

I smiled to myself, and she typed, Ok, keep going, what else do I like?

I immediately wrote, a great big pie in the face.

She replied, Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, that. Yep. Well, uh, you know how that one clown always got the huge giant pie in the face? I always wanted to be on the receiving end of that. Is that weird?

It is not weird, I think it's awesome.

Ok good. No one has ever done it actually. No one has the nerve. Like no one has ripped off my bikini

I wrote, Or towel.

Or anything!

Well, I won't give you a pie in the face.

A moment passed, and she replied, you won't? sadface.

I immediately wrote, Nope. I'd give you a naked pie in the face. As in: you will be naked, and then you will get that giant pie in the face.

She wrote, i'm just, wow. Yes. Can I just say yes? OK, happyface now.

So yes to the naked pie in the face?

Yes. Naked. Pie me now.

Ok, I'll load up a couple of cans of barbasol on a nice big crust and let you have a pie in the face.

She wrote, Oh, you don't want me anywhere near shaving cream, baby.

No? Why?

Because you'll be covered in it by the time I'm done with you.

Yeah, promises promises.

Pfft. You'll see.

Later on, a final message, Hey, gotta go. See you at 9. I have a meeting, but I'd rather not go. I'd rather push you into the mensroom and suck your cock. K bye!

Wow.


Just before 9, we texted again. She wrote, Gimme 5 mins, running late. Bring me nice things!

I wrote, omw in 10. So bring wine?

+1

bubble bath?

+1 What kind?

coconut.

+5 oh coconut makes me horny. That or vanilla. What else?

Erm, lets see.

What kind of pie are you bringing?

By pie you mean pie(s)?

ha! Ok, +1 for that.

I dont have one, but if I did, it would be....

... yes?

coconut cream.

+1! Or lemon cream is OK. Chocolate cream is good too.

I wrote, I see. Well, alas all I have is shaving cream.

ooh ok!

Uh, 3 cans actually

+10! bring' em! You know I am serious about being pied right?

Oh yeah. You know I'm serious about giving you the pie, utterly naked right?

bring. it. on. Can't wait. Never been pied. Get up here before I just do myself in the bedroom.



She opened the door to her room, her hair down and wearing only a towel. She said, I know, I'm running late, and I couldn't decide what to wear. I'm still deciding, but come in!

She looked very hot in the towel, and it ended just below her ass. I set my duffel by the couch.

I said, Nice towel anyway!

She said, It isn't that great. It's not that big, my tits are going to pop out of it any second now. She secured it a bit more tightly around her, and it was fairly form fitting.

I said, So couldn't decide? No bikini then?

No, I didn't bring one, not that I'd wear it anyway.

Lingerie?

A daring choice, but no. It's nice, but thin and you can see my nipples right through it. So it's like 'hello!', and so what's the point? May as well not wear anything!

Good point!

She said, Well, don't worry about me, I'll figure something out. You look nice, but why don't you get comfortable? There's a robe in the closet. Relax!

I said, Ah, so given the choice between this and a robe. .

Robe, she finished my sentence.

I nodded, and took the robe out of the closet. I started for the bathroom so I could change, and she said, Oh, you can change here, I don't mind. She was grinning as she said it.

Oh, appealing to my exhibitionist nature are you?

She asked, You have an exhibitionist streak? Good to know!

I started to change, and she said, I'll pour some wine. In the meanwhile, I should tell you some things.

I was getting out of my jeans, and said, Sure, I'm all ears. Well, almost all ears.

She opened the wine and poured two glasses as she spoke. Well, I need sex pretty often. Once a day at least, sometimes twice but it depends. I'm pretty demanding that way. I like men who are assertive, because I like to be fucked, not asked for permission.

So far, so good!, I said.

She continued, I like my cock to be smooth. So I hope you shave. I can help you with that, but like I said it's dangerous to have me around shaving cream! But I don't think you'll mind.

Yeah, it's slippery stuff.

Oh, yeah, very much so! Anyway, I like my cock smooth.

You like blowjobs, you're saying?

No, I love blowjobs! I'm kind of dirty that way, I love to suck cock. Lets see... I love to be naked, which you know, and I love taking showers together and baths. I want to clean my man from head to toe, and then make myself very dirty for him!

Is it getting warm in here? Ok, go on, what else do I need to know?

Yes, ok, speaking of showers, if I catch you doing yourself in the shower, I'll just barge right in and finish you off. So, you know, if you want to jack off, make sure I'm around or I'll be disappointed. And, what else? Oh yeah, you can bend me over the sink and fuck me silly just about any time you want to. Wine?

She turned around and her towel slipped off and hit the floor.

Holy god, she was hot. The best curvy, sailed-a-thousand-ships body I've ever seen, and I lit up like the sun. My cock was instantly hard, thought it was pretty hard as soon as I saw her in nothing but a towel.

Holding both glasses of wine, she said, Oh oops.. my towel fell off. You don't mind, do you? It is warm in here after all, and I will probably get hotter.

No problem at all. I really love what you're not wearing under that towel.

I took my wine and she undid the belt to my robe, opened it up and groped me. She said, Oh, smooth! And I see you're not wearing anything under that robe. You should just take it off. She pulled it off of my shoulders, and before I knew it I was also naked.

She was grinning. She said, Mmmmmm! Oooh, yeah. Nice. You're handsome!

We clinked glasses, and had some wine.

She said, So all I have to do it get naked and you get hard? This is easy! Not that I'm complaining.

I complimented her on her body, You are stunning naked! I plan on stripping you whenever it's possible. Just, Yes. And Wow.

She, grinning, mocked up a couple of poses. Aw, thank you! You think so? Good! She walked around the room while I watched.

We had our wine, and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close to me. We felt amazing together, and before I could say it, she said, Boy, you feel good. We kissed, and she kept groping my cock while my hands were up and down her soft, warm and amazing curves.

Once again she beat me to it, and said Hell of a kisser, mister. I felt that right down here.. just ungh! We fit good together! Hey, let me ask you, are you a legs or breast man?

I said, I like it all, but if I had to pick, it's definitely breast.

She said, I knew it, I had you pegged for a tits man. I don't get the whole legs thing. Tits are so much more fun. And lucky for you I'm stacked.

And not shy about it.

Mm hmm! Quite the opposite! You're not shy either, I really like that. I think I want you naked all of the time, too.

I said, Perfect!

We finished our wine, and she bent down and started rummaging through my duffel. Look, bubble bath! We'll use that later, won't we? Oh, and look.. one, two, oh my three cans of shaving cream!

She pulled them all out and lined them on the credenza. She opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of large heavy-paper plates. I got these from the hotel kitchen.

She took a can of shaving cream and shook it up, grinning at me. She popped off the cap and pressed the button, and a stream of lather started to pile up on the plate.

We should mix in some warm water, I said.

She said, Naw, its ok, I like it thick!

She took a big swig of wine, and kept her finger on the button. The pie grew to be large, and she was grinning wildly. There!

I smiled and said, I approve, that's huge!

Well, its OK, I have a shaving cream fetish.

Not just a pie fetish and a blowjob fetish?

She said, Oh, I'm getting drunk, so I should shut up. But I won't. So. I have a shaving cream fetish. And I have a pie in the face thing, fetish thing. I guess they're related. But yeah. Can I tell you something? And you won't run away?

Before I could answer, she continued, I have this fantasy of getting a real pie in the face. Like real whipped cream and coconut and stuff.

I nodded, And you like to throw a pie at your guy as well?

She said, a little drunkenly, Not exactly! I'll pie my guy only because it means he'll get revenge because every guy I've ever dated is too afraid to just get up and pie me! I mean, I'm like 'hello, I'm right here, fucking let me have it!'. But no, this is the thing.. what I love, I mean my other fetish, is the shaving cream fetish, not that I mind getting it with shaving cream because I love it too, but I love to get my guy with shaving cream. There's something about it, the way it smells, the way it feels, it just gets me and I want to just go 'smoooosh' all over him. That's a huge fetish for me. A big fantasy.

I nodded, So you really like to cover your completely naked, hard man from head to toe in tons of shaving cream, is that it?

She closed her eyes momentarily and enjoyed the imagery, Damn, you're good. Yeah, uh, something like that.

I continued, And I bet you can't find a guy who will be into it, right?

She said, Yeah, but I think you're into it, aren't you? Your cock says so.

I smiled, Are you kidding? Imagine I'm in the shower, and there's three cans of barbasol sitting there, and a bunch of plates. Now imagine all of that shaving cream piled up on the big plates, towering pies! Got it? Now, imagine you standing between me and the shaving cream towering pies.

Oh wow. How many?

Uh, probably 5 or six?

She said, Oh honey, you'd be covered.

I said, Now imagine that I'd love it!

She shivered, and said, Oooh!

I said, Ok, your nipples just popped out and are saying a very enthusiastic hello!

Yeah, I got a chill. Your, um, little story kind of got me right there!

I said, Just keep in mind that if you do that to me, you have to make me come. Orders, you know.

She laughed, Pfft, like that was ever a question!

I said, Uh, you know, you're still holding a huge shaving cream pie as we speak. I'll just take that. .

She was too slow, and I took it. Oh crap! she laughed, Oh, fuck!

I said, Now I have the pie!

She said, I'll just make another one.

Go ahead! For now, I have this really big one you made.

And what are you doing with that pie, mister? I do not understand.

I said, Oh, I think you do..

No, no.. I don't, unless you're going to give me a pie in the face. But.. but, you wouldn't dare.

Oh, yeah, yeah I would.

Well, I don't get it.

Oh, you're going to get it.

No, I mean, things like pretty, naked women getting pied just doesn't happen anymore.

Oh I think it does. And this pie is so big, you're going to get shaving cream all over your tits. And elsewhere.

Yes, yes, my tits and everywhere, but no, you wouldn't dare, I can tell. So I don't understand why you're holding it that way. I think you should just take that pie and let me have it.

I laughed and she was grinning. What was that last part again?

She laughed, and brushed some hair away from her face. I said, since you just don't have the nerve, you should take that pie you're holding and let me have it.

That's what I thought you said. So you're sure you want me to take this giant, really thick pie and let you have it?

She blinked and said, oh, it's thick?

I nodded, Yep, it's thick. It's very creamy, very big, and very thick.

She was pink, Oh, my. Well, then, um, yes, please, I would like it very much if you let me have that thick pie.

I grinned, Take this thick pie and let you have it?

Yes please, I think you must be hard of hearing, because I want you to take that very thick pie and just let me have it. Really. I mean really, really let me have it.

I smiled, and she smiled at me. I said, Oh, believe me when I say my pleasure! I hit her firmly, but gently, with the pie and swirled it in circles all over her face and in her hair while she let out a quick soft moan. Big globs of cream fell slowly to rest on her breasts, and fell as she moved, leaving white smudges all over her arms, torso and legs. Her tits took the most of the falling cream, with a large blob resting over her right breast and over her nipple. Her face was covered and her hair a halo of thick white lather.

She didn't wipe her eyes, but just stood there, naked and pied. She said, Oh, you got me, and you got me good! When I said let me have it, you really fucking let me have it!

Still standing, she took a pose and asked, How do I look?

Oh, very very sexy.. I like it!

She wiped her eyes, and with hands full of shaving cream started running her hands up and down my body, covering me. She then grabbed me and hugged me, and we slid all over each other. It felt incredible.

Oh my god, fuck me now!

Before I could grab her, she giggled and took a full can of shaving cream and poured out another big pie. Before I could say anything she got me with it, covering me with lather from head to cock. I was barely able to wipe my eyes and mouth before we were locked in amazing kissing, hands everywhere and bodies pressed up against each other. Her hand was stroking me in a very effective hand-job. I was moaning, and she said, Oh, you're loud, I love loud!

I was gasping, and said, Whatever you do now, do NOT give me a blowjob!

She laughed a short, oh did you just dare me? laugh, and said, shall I suck your cock now lover? and she slid down to begin some amazing oral sex on me. I was moaning, since she was also doing some wild twisting thing with her hand, and said, Stop. I order you to stop! You must stop! And she gave a muffled, uh uh and kept going. I finally lost it, and she kept stroking me. When I was done (I was still hard, which was amazing), she stood up and I used my fingers to give her a loud, screaming orgasm (it didn't take very long).


The next morning, I walked into the bathroom and watched her shower for a couple of minutes before opening the door and joining her. We made out for a while under the hot water, and she started to soap me up. Once was rinsed off, she let herself out of the shower and opened the bathroom cabinet. She's stashed four huge shaving cream pies, which she now took out two at a time. Holding two of them, and wearing only a grin and dripping wet, she stalked back to the shower. Are those for me?

She nodded, grinning wildly.

I wasn't lathered up enough?

She shook her head.

four-one-one, how do I make this completely fun for you?

She said, tell me how much you like what I'm about to do to you.

I said, Oh, all of that is for me?

She nodded, All of this, and those two too.

Good. I want all of it.

All of it?

All of it. Yep.

All four? Because believe me, I'll give you all four.

I believe you, and I'd love it. So. You know, if you're going to get me, then you need to get me. Get me really, really fucking good. I mean, bring it.

She said, four-one-one my turn now. Really? Truly really? She was grinning, and her nipples were very hard, and so was I.

I said, Oh god yeah. You have 4 plates of lather. Four! I want you to get me, and do your fucking worst. Have your fantasy, and don't hold back. Lets see if you can make me as charged-up as you are. I want you to make this my fetish as well! But I think it already is.

She bit her lower lip, and I said, Actually, you naked, about to plaster me from head to toe in thick lather? Serious fetish.

Her eyes were lit up, and with a dusky voice she said, Oh, you are so going to fucking get lathered.. plastered, creamed, whatever.. this is three whole cans. And she proceeded to have the time of her life, slowly covering me from head to toe and running her hands all over. Eventually, it all ended up in wild, wild sex. I'll leave that scene to your, the kind reader's, imagination!