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From: Shokolada <chocmess@wamsat.com>
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Subject: WAM Repost - Dessert Glass (m/f, food, pies, sex)
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Dessert Glass, by Shokolada

Cameron looked up from the chess game.  He'd finally
gotten a pawn
across the board, and the introduction of another queen
had saved his
game at the last minute.  He let an evil grin spread
across his face,
and said, "You know what this means, don't you?"

Linda knew very well.  The loser of the game would be
submitting to
the winner's ministrations that evening; until tonight,
she'd won
every game for the last week.  It would be interesting to
see how
Cameron indulged his fetishes this time; the last time,
they'd fucked
all night on a plastic-coated bed that had been turned
into a giant
birthday cake with lemon frosting, expressions of love and
lust
written in red gel, and white tapers serving as birthday
candles
(rather quickly blown out and knocked aside.)  So what if
it hadn't
been anyone's birthday?

That night, they cleared space in the bedroom, and set out
a tarp to
protect the carpet.  Under his direction, Linda stripped
nude, then
stepped into a clear plastic tall kitchen trash bag
Cameron handed
her.  Her feet went into two holes cut into the bottom,
and she
raised the bag until her butt and crotch settled into the
bottom. 
Linda noticed immediately the toy plastic hoop threaded
through where
the bag's drawstring would have been; as the edge reached
her
shoulders, Cameron ordered her to bring her elbows down to
her waist,
and keep them there.  Her hands held the hoop at shoulder
level.

Two strips of duct tape pinched the leg holes slightly
tighter around
her thighs.  "You ready?" Cameron asked.

The plastic's friction against her clitoris already had
Linda panting
slightly. "Give me what you've got," she breathed.  He
immediately
emptied a titanic bowl of  warm brownie batter down the
back of the
bag.  The batter crawled down her back, slid into the
crack of her
ass, flowed slowly over her hips, and settled into her
crotch.  A
bulge of chocolate showed between her legs, and her vagina
became
invisible beneath the batter.  The flow finished a few
inches below
her breasts, and the warmth against her back ended.

Linda's eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her lower
jaw
protruded slightly.  Unable to stop herself, she began
rocking her
hips back and forth slightly, sliding warm chocolate back
and forth
across herself.  With each stroke, she moaned barely
audibly.  She
realized Cameron's hands were on her breasts through the
clear
plastic, and gasped, pressing herself against him. After a
few
minutes of squirming, she orgasmed, adding new traces of
fluid to the
bottom of the bag.

Cameron released her when she could stand on her own
again.  She
opened her eyes to see his member still upright and ready.
 Linda
winked, and said, "That's not all, is it?"

"Oh, I was hoping you'd ask that," he said as he reached
for another
bowl. This one, for the next few seconds, was full of
yellow cake
batter.  He approached Linda from the front, and carefully,
methodically, covered her head with the goo.  Her dark
hair became
loaded with the batter, and once it was covered, the rest
flowed over
her eyes and nose.  RIvers of slime coated her breasts,
and the bag
filled to the edge with a layer of yellow over the base of
brown.

Cameron cleaned away her eyes and nose.  She licked batter
from her
lips, saying, "And how do I look to you now?"

He raised a pocket camera.  "Well, you'll know in a week
or two, when
we get these developed."

"No!" she shrieked with a smile.

He considered that.  "You're right.  It needs something." 
He went
behind her for a moment, and with a series of whooshes,
five cans of
spray cream topped her sugar-flavored hairdo.

"I can't wait any longer," she singsonged.  Cameron came
back around
to her front, and delivered two thick chocolate meringue
pies to her
impatient face. Clearing her nostrils again, he snapped
away with the
camera from every angle.

"You look like a big, walking, chocolate and vanilla
dessert," he
commented.

"Well, then, you know what to do with dessert," she
demanded. 
Cameron immediately ditched the few clothes he still wore,
sat
beneath her, and tore a hole in the plastic over her
pussy.  His
tongue darted in as the mess flowed over his head,
slipping down his
back and puddling in his lap.  After a few minutes of him
spelling
the alphabet on her vulva, she howled, and pushed him to
his back. 
"Now!" she growled.

He needed no explanation.  They wiped as much away from
themselves as
possible, and she mounted him, dropping the front of the
hoop and
letting most of the remaining batter flow over him.  They
didn't last
long after that, and they grunted and gasped in time to
the sucking,
plopping noises from beneath her.

After a few moments of recovery, she looked him over, then
looked at
herself, scooping cream from her hair and meringue from
her face. 
"You are WEIRD, Cameron.  You know that, don't you?"

He gazed up at her sticky glory, and grinned.  "You just
haven't
managed to outdo me yet."

Linda used a finger to scoop batter off her left nipple,
then licked
it away. "All right," she said with a light in her eyes. 
"Challenge
accepted."


Shokolada

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