It had been about six weeks since my last promotional role for the Freshfield retail store and I thought they were finished with me. But my agent Trish informed me that they were holding a fete in aid of a local charity and wanted to hire me for one of the stalls. It didn't take genius to guess what stall it would be or that it was almost certain to mean I was going to be splattered with cream pies by the end.

I knew that Trish had in all likelihood already accepted the job as both she and my wife Kirsty were always eager to see me get publicly humiliated, so I agreed to it but with one caveat: that I got the chance to pie Trish and Kirsty together beforehand. They both conceded on the condition that their pieing be done in private, which I graciously accepted. Of course what they failed to specify was when their pieing would occur and exactly how many pies I could use.

So a week before the fete I took the afternoon off from my boring day job and drove to Freshfield where I'd placed an order for a dozen of fresh cream pies. I received more than a few doubletakes from other shoppers as I walked into the store, especially as posters of me with a face full of pie were plastered all over the place. Ignoring the stares and occasionally outburst of laughter I made my way over to the bakery section.

I immediately recognised the assistant standing behind the counter as she was one of the young women who'd pied me when I'd done an advert for the store. Unfortunately I couldn't remember her name but gave her a friendly smile as I handed her the receipt for my order. She grinned back at me before checking the receipt whereupon her grin got even wider as she passed me a large cardboard box.

"Getting in practice for the fete?" she asked.

"Something like that" I replied.

It was pretty awkward carrying the box to the car and a couple of times I almost bumped into other people but eventually I got it there. I managed to manhandle the box into the boot and proceeded to drive home.

* * *

I knew that Kirsty had invited Trish over for the afternoon so wasn't surprised to see her huge four-by-four parked on our drive. I pulled up behind it and taking the box of pies from the boot made my way to the back door and entered the kitchen. I could hear my wife and agent chatting in the lounge, luckily it didn't appear that they had noticed my arrival.

Quietly I went into the conservatory and extracted the hostess trolley we had been given as a wedding present and never actually used. I then opened the cardboard box and removing the pies one by one placed them on the trolley before wheeling it into the hallway. Then putting the trolley aside for one moment, I walked into the lounge to find Kirsty and Trish sitting on the sofa drinking tea and gossiping.

"You're home early dear?" my wife said.

"Yes," I responded ignoring the implied question. "Would you like something to eat with your teas?"

Without waiting for a response I popped into the hallway and returned seconds later with the trolley laden with cream pies. Both Kirsty and Trish were clearly shocked by its appearance but it didn't take either long to recognise what it signified. Before either of them could prepare an excuse or reason to avoid their messy fate I picked up a couple of pies and stepped over towards them.

"I really must be going" Trish said standing up.

Unfortunately for my agent I was blocking her exit. Even more unfortunate for her, I didn't believe a word she was saying and with no hesitation smashed one of the pies into her face. I then bent down to give my wife a brief kiss on the lips before straightening up and delivering the other pie into her face. I stood back to better observe my handiwork as Kirsty and Trish looked at one other in resignation.

"You may as well sit down" Kirsty said to Trish.

Before Trish could follow through with Kirsty's suggestion, I grabbed a cream pie and placed in on the sofa where she's been sitting. Trish look down at the pie then back at me. I smiled at her as I reached out and put my hands on her shoulders and forced her to sit back down. I couldn't help but chuckle at the faces my agent made as she sat on the pie and soon my wife joined in with the laughter.

Of course, her laughter drew my attention back to Kirsty. I took a pair of cream pies and slowly sandwiched her beautiful face between them. Then careful not to disturb the pie crusts resting upon her face, I took another pair of pies and deposited the first one upside down on top of Kirsty's head. I then took the second pie and did the same thing to Trish.

"Time to lose some clothes ladies" I proposed excitedly.

Kirsty immediately stood up, dislodging some of the pie filling from her face in the process and began to unbuttoned her blouse. Trish meanwhile slipped off her shoes before standing up to remove her skirt. After losing her blouse Kirsty unfastened her skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor whilst Trish pulled off her own top. Soon both women were standing in front of me in just their bra and panties to my sense delight.

I took another pie and approached Kirsty. She clearly knew what I was about to do as she breathed in and stuck out her chest. I didn't disappoint her as I smashed the pie against her bra and then rubbed it all over her breasts. Then looking for but not finding any objections from either woman, I removed another pie from the trolley and smeared it all over Trish's chest.

Taking two more pies I held them out teasingly in front of Kirsty and Trish's faces. However, after all the shenanigans the pair had pulled on me I wasn't doing to let them get away so easily. Pulling the pies back I dropped my aim and thrust them against each woman's crotch much to their evident surprise. I then stepped back to await their response.

"Well I guess we deserved that" Trish stated.

Kirsty meanwhile went over to the trolley and picking up the final cream pie walked over to me. She slapped the pie into my face before giving me a messy kiss and slipping her arm around me and groping my arse. I knew from past experience that this was a clear sign she was turned on and that sex would likely be imminent. But of course first we had to deal with Trish.

Kirsty suggested that Trish take a shower before borrowing some of her clothes. She then whispered something into my agent's ear that made both of them grin. Trish headed upstairs whilst Kirsty and I got naked and made love on the sofa.

* * *

A week later Trish picked up Kirsty and me for the charity fete. I sat in the back of her Chelsea tractor whilst Kirsty sat in front and chatted with her. It wasn't a particularly long journey and we soon found ourselves parking up in front of the store. Making our way inside we were immediately greeted by Freshfield's head of marketing.

"I'm so grateful you agreed to help out" Mr Godfrey said.

"Anything for charity" I responded.

For my previous assignments I'd used one of the back rooms to change into the bakers outfit they'd supplied. This time I'd been told that the costume wasn't needed so was happy to stay in my jeans and top whilst Mr Godfrey escorted us through the store and out the back to the open ground where the fete was being held.

There were numerous stalls and booths already set up and even a few people browsing. I assumed these were store staff and their families as opposed to members of the general public as the fete wasn't official due to start for another hour. It was obvious that not all the preparations were going to p!an as I could see a couple of guys trying valiantly but unsuccessfully to blow up a bouncy castle with a pair of foot pumps. Besides them was the smoking remnants of an electric fan.

Mr Godfrey gave us a resigned shrug as we passed the half inflated structure and then directed us over towards a blue telephone box sized booth. It had a door at the rear and around the front was a circular hole about four feet off the ground and just large enough to fit my head through. Above the booth was a colourful banner proclaiming "Pie the Freshfield's baker yourself!" which brought a smile to both Kirsty and Trish.

"Here's Jo who is going to be helping out" Mr Godfrey announced.

A young woman approached us carrying a folding table. As she got nearer I could see that it was the same store assistant who had served me the week before and participated in the advert. She was dressed in her usual Freshfield uniform although it was clear she'd gone to great extremes with her hair and make-up and looked incredible. She greeted Mr Godfrey, Trish, Kirsty and then me.

"This is going to be fun" Jo exclaimed.

Mr Godfrey left to attend to other matters and we passed the time preparing the stall with Jo. As Kirsty and I unfolded the table near the booth, Jo explained that the pies were be kept in the storeroom until the last minute so they wouldn't go off. Of course, mention of the pies caused all three women to start giggling which I steadfastly ignored.

Eventually word was passed that the fete was about to open. I opened the door in the back of the booth and stepped inside. It was a little cramped but not as bad as I had been expecting. I leaned forward and poked my head through the hole in the front and tried to get comfortable as I realised I might be in the booth for quite a while. Looking around I could see lots of people filing into the fete and wandering around the stalls.

Jo meanwhile had gone off and collected the pies from the storeroom and was busy lining them up on the table. This of course soon began to attract the interest of many of the attendees and a large crowd started to form in front of the booth. Jo finished setting up and then picking up one of the pies she turned to address to crowd.

"Who wants to be the first to pie our baker?" she asked.

The crowd began to jostle one another and slowly a queue began to take shape. I was surprised to see that neither Kirsty or Trish had joined it and were simply observing the proceedings. It also appeared that with the loss of the bouncy castle the event had failed to attract any kids.

The first person to throw a pie was a middle-aged woman. She took the pie off Jo and hurled it, only for it to hit the booth a good foot and a half from my head. Next up was a young guy in his twenties who managed to get close with his shot but still failed to deliver the result the crowd were clearly baying for. Then up stepped an athletic looking woman who took a pie off Jo, carefully weighed it in her hands before launching it at me.

Her aim was perfect and the pie splattered directly in to my face. This provoked cheers, laughter and applause from the crowd, not least from my wife and agent. The woman took a bow before standing aside to let the next person throw a pie.

* * *

The pieings continued. Every now and again Jo would get a damp cloth and wipe my face with it. This wasn't for my benefit but so thatthe customers would have a clean target to aim at.

It was during one of these brief moments when my face was relatively clean of pie filling and I could clearly observe my surroundings, that I noticed that Kirsty and Trish were no longer standing around watching my relentless degradation. I assumed they must have wandered off to browse some of the other stalls or maybe even get something to eat. However, I was rudely abused of these thoughts moments later.

I felt a draft at my back and then someone pressing themselves against me. The next thing I knew my trousers and pants had been pulled down. Then whoever it was grabbed hold of cock and began to slide their hand up and down its length. I didn't know if it was my wife or agent who was responsible but realised there was little I could do to stop them especially as Jo was currently handing out pies to a group of twenty-something young women.

By the time the first women stepped up and was ready to throw her pie I had an enormous erection courtesy of my unknown tormentor. As the woman's pie flew true and smashed into my face, the hands withdrew from my member; only to be replaced by first one and then two tongues. It was evident that both Kirsty and Trish were crammed into the booth with me and determined to get their revenge on me for my actions the previous week.

Thanks to their ministrations and despite, or maybe aided by, the barrage of pies I was being treated to, I soon felt myself about to climax. As I did so, the final woman in the group threw her pie and it struck me in the face.