The TranceStory by PieWriterx
Posted 8/21/17 1837 views
There was a knock at the door between their adjoining hotel rooms. He checked the time on the digital clock next to the bed. One-thirty in the morning.
The adjoining room was occupied by his co-worker, another executive from the company on the trip for the conference. Over the past year, they'd become friendly, and close, and although professional, they'd had an on-again-off-again flirtation going.
So, he thought, this must be a booty-call. "Hell, yes.", he said out loud, and threw the covers off of himself and leapt out of bed. Naked (he always slept naked), he walked to the door, and opened it just as she was knocking once more.
She wasn't the only one to get an eyeful. She stood at the doorway, also nude.
"Well, hello!", he exclaimed.
She looked past him, her eyes fixed on some faraway point in space.
He waved his hand in front of her face, slowly. "Hello?"
She didn't waver. He said, "Sleepwalking, huh? Well, why don't you come in my room, with me?"
Her eyes still focused on some distant point in space, she replied with only one word. "Pie.", she said, somewhat dreamily.
"Pie?", he asked.
"Pie.", once again, her voice dreamlike and musical.
"OK, uh, pie.", he replied.
Slowly, once again she said, "Pie."
He looked at her, up and down, and getting increasingly aroused at her fantastic figure he thought that he'd better not argue, and see where she took him with this. Or, where he could take her.
He replied, "Pie. Ok, Pie. I get it, you like pie."
In her trance-like state, she nodded and said, "Pie. Like pie."
He nodded back, "Sure, yes. I like pie. You, uh, like pie too? I guess you do!"
She nodded again, slowly. "Pie. Love pie."
Somewhat baffled now, he said, "Mm, me too. Love pie. Why don't you come into my room? Maybe there's pie?", he shrugged.
Man, that's bad, he thought. But she didn't change her tranced expression, and nodded slowly and said, dreamy-voices, "Pie..."
He shrugged. "Yes. Yes, OK, pie. Mmm, pie!", and he nodded.
For the first time since she knocked at the door and stood there, standing naked and staring into the distance, she moved, reaching to her right for something on the table.
"Pie?", she asked, slowly.
"Sure", he said, "Yes. Why not? Pie!"
"Pie!", she exclaimed, as if a trance had an exclamation point, and she brought whatever it was she'd reached for into view, in front of her.
She was holding a very big banana cream pie.
"Wow", he said, "pie!". What in the world was going on?, he thought.
She nodded again, and said, "Pie!" and enunciated the 'P'.
He started to say, "Yep, I can see that..", but didn't get far because she suddenly flipped the pie forward and into his face with a loud 'pop', like the sound of dropping a cardboard box on the floor.
The sudden shock of a huge banana cream pie in the face stunned him. He managed to exclaim "Oh!", just as she started to smear the pie all over his face. She took the tin away, leaving broken crust, vanilla pastry cream filling, and great amounts of thick marshmallow-whipped-cream topping to cover his face, half of the top of his head, and falling to his shoulders, chest, and finally to the top of his erect cock.
Gasping, and very surprised, he finally gathered his senses and said, "What the! A pie in the face!"
Dreamily, she said, "Pie in the face".
It's amazing how much mess one large, well-constructed pie can make. He opened his eyes, and wiped at least some pie from his right eye, and looked at himself in the wall mirror, across his room. His entire face was a sheet of gooey pie, and large pieces of cracked crust were either stuck in place or slowly sliding off of him, leaving white gooey sploshes on his body before hitting the carpet. There was so much pastry cream filling and cream topping on the now-wrecked pie, that it covered his neck and shoulders in a thick ring, and the piece that had hit his hard-on layered it with a thick, gooey glob of white.
Laughing a little, and now smiling at the ridiculousness and sexiness of all of this, he asked, "Why did you do that?".
Still entranced, she said, "Must throw pie."
He chuckled, and liked sweet vanilla from his lip. "Ha! Ok, must throw pie, huh?"
He walked past her and into her room. "Got any more of those things laying around?", he asked. And, to his delight, on the table in her room were several more of the large, overloaded banana cream pies.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, you are so fucked...", he said outloud. He picked up a pie, and turned to face her. Still in her trance, and looking off into the distance, she said, "Pie. Must throw pie." And she mimed throwing a pie at him again, empty-handed."
"Must throw pie?", he asked, delighted.
She was still miming the throwing of a pie, and she repeated, "Must.. throw... pie..."
"You know, I really really must.", he replied.
He launched the pie he was holding right into her face. It hit with a loud 'pop' also, and sent a wave of thick cream over the top of her head, over each shoulder and around her neck. The splashing wave of pie that coated her neck also sent cream and filling across the tops of her breasts and down, crust falling and leaving gooey globs and trails all across her chest, creaming one now-erect nipple. The left half of her face was engulfed in the pie and crust, which stuck, while the right was splashed with cream and filling, totally wrapping her entire face from ear to ear.
And again, it was truly amazing the enormous mess one big pie could do. She was pied, creamed, from the top of the brown hair on her head to her shoulders and chest, and everything in between. Pieces of crust fell and bounced off of arms, shoulders, and breasts and left sploshes of pie and cream wherever they landed.
Getting pied lifted her from her trance. She laughed, and then gasped, and then raised her hands in surprise. "What just happened?", she exclaimed.
He laughed. He really laughed at this sexy woman who'd just taken a truly epic pie in the face. "You tell me!", he finally said when he recovered from laughter.
Between gasps and smiling laughing, she said, "What? I don't know! I was just.. dreaming, about pies, and then, I dreamt you had some pie! And then I don't know, I just, all of a sudden I was awoken with, oh no! Look at me! I was awoken with a pie in my face! That did not just happen! Oh my good, look at me!"
She opened her eyes and looked at him, her mouth agape, a shocked expression of disbelief on her face.
He stood there, pied as well, his hands on his hips. She smiled, and laughed, and smeared cream and vanilla cream all over her chest and breasts. "Oh, it's all over! It wont come off! Oh, my!"
"You look amazingly hot", he said, watching her performance.
She looked at him, and bit her lip, and nodded, "Oh, so do you. You look extremely sexy pied. Wearing nothing but a pie in the face." She walked up to him and groped him from his balls to his face. He groped her back, caressing her from creamed shoulders, over her breasts, and delicately down to her clit.
They both gasped with the sudden thrill of pleasure from each other's touch.
"Did you enjoy doing that to me? Giving me a pie in the face? Naked, I might add?", he asked.
She nodded, "I dreamt that I did, very very much. So I must have. But I don't really remember."
She took her hands from him, and turned to pick up a pie.
"Wait!", he said.
She said, "I'm pretty sure I loved it though. Lets make sure."
"No!", he exclaimed, but she let him have it anyway.
Laughing, she really creamed him this time. She smushed the pie all around his face, and then down his body to his hard cock, which she made sure was thoroughly coated with the thick filling and topping.
She let the tin go. Pie was cascading off of him, and she used her hands to smear it all over his body from his shoulders, over his chest and abs, and all around his cock and balls. Grinning, she looked at him. He opened one eye and said, "Oh my god!"
She cracked up laughing, but was able to say, "Yes! Yes yes yes, I enjoyed that very much! I loved it!"
He wiped his eyes, "Oh my god!", he said again. If one pie was extraordinarily messy, then two was an epic. He was pied, creamed, coated, gooey and white from face to hips.
She giggled, "You're so covered! You are so sexy, smiling like that when you just got so incredibly pied!"
"Oh, I got pied, alright.", he said.
She bit her lip again, and still cream-covered herself, walked back to him and smeared the cream on his skin. "Oh you sure did!", she said.
He picked up a pie, the last one on the table. "Oh, no no no no.." she said, backing away.
Too late. He smashed the last, immense pie, in her face, and this time smeared it in circles all around her head. This time he coated her hair, each ear, and after taking the pie away from her face in thick, gooey strands and waves of pie, took two handfuls of pie and smeared pastry cream and marshmallow cream topping all over her neck, each breast, coated each erect nipple, and then down her stomach and over her thighs, finally smearing some cool cream on top of her clit.
She gasped, and ran her hands all up and down her own body, not only enjoying the sensation of the pies on her skin but also teasing him with her performance. "Oh my god", it was her turn to exclaim.
She tossed her pied-face back and licked her lips. She groaned, each hand on a breast, and finally said, "You pied me!"
"Oh, I did. And oh, I loved it.", he confirmed.
"You did? You loved it?", she asked, lowering her head and looking at him with eyes peeking out from a completely pied face.
He nodded, and walked up to her and pulled her to him. Now embraced body-to-body, he replied, "Oh, hell yes, loved that. I could do that to you every day."
She grinned, "You could?"
He nodded, "Oh yes."
She said, "Mmmm, please do."
He then said, "And, I loved getting pied by you. That was unexpected, and very erotic."
She groaned happily, and said, "Oh say that again. You loved it?"
He nodded. "A pie in the face? Yeah, I loved getting a pie in the face from you. It lead to this!"
She suddenly kissed him, hard, and passionately. "God that's hot. Say it again. Say 'give me a pie in the face'"
Grinning, he reached down to tease between her legs. She closed her eyes and groaned again, and he said. "Give me a pie in the face. Stark. Naked."
She kissed him again. "Stark naked", she said before kissing him deeply again. Their messy bodies squishing and sliding against each other, their hands everywhere on each other, they finally slid to the floor and continued kissing, caressing, and teasing.
She ended up on top of him, and resting her weight on his hands, said, "I need to fuck you, sexy pie in the face man.".
And, she did. Twice.