please, please tell me what you think!!!
I had been seeing Mark for four weeks now, and the sexual tension between us was electric, every touch, every kiss would make me tingle. We were still in the early stages of our relationship, the stage where I wanted to impress, where I wanted him to see me and think “wow, she has made an effort”. I wanted to make him weak at the knees when I removed my clothes to see my sexy and carefully chosen underwear.
This evening, I spent hours choosing what I should wear for a special meal at Marks house, he lived alone and had spent the day preparing. He had informed me that he had made an extra special effort preparing the desserts as he knew I had a passion for sweet things, so in return I ensured I made a very special effort for Mark.
I carefully chose a very sexy outfit, with an incredibly sexy matching set of black bra and knickers- deliberately kinky chosen to satisfy his sexual urges, coupled with a lacy suspender belt and sheer black stockings complete with lacy stocking tops, revealing my tanned thigh at the top. The black bra lifting my ample bosom supplying me with am ample cleavage perfectly complimented by the low cut dress, my toned and slim stomach flattered by the figure hugging satin material and my firm, slim, long legs set off by a pair of killer, stiletto heals.
I spent a long time straightening my long blonde hair, which had been cut that afternoon, and carefully applied my make-up, ensuring my face and body were as perfect as I could possibly create.
I arrived at his house, and the look of appreciation on his face said it all, as his hands brushed down my breasts, and he felt the stocking tops only just hidden by my short dress.
I wasn’t allowed in the kitchen, as he wanted to keep the dessert a very special surprise. He had told me it would be something neither of us would forget. So after a stunning starter and main course, during which I had spent a great deal of time running my clean, stocking clad food seductively along his thigh, he told me the dessert would be served. He told me it was to be a surprise, and it would be served in a unusual but sensual way as he blindfolded me, kissing my earlobe and feeling my erect nipples.
I squirmed with nervous anticipation, guessing that there was more in store than he had let on. After a short trip to the kitchen, he returned, taking me by surprise as he handcuffed my hands behind my back- and moved me and the chair to the centre of the room, leaving me alone again as I squirmed in my seat, feeling the seat of my kickers getting moist, and a throbbing sensation between my legs, butterflies in my stomach in nervous but excited anticipation.
“So,” he whispered in my ear, after what seemed like an unusually long time, taking me by surprise: “do you like custard?” I nodded, smiling, expecting him to spoon it in to my mouth, so I waited with my mouth open, but no food arrived in my mouth, I could hear Mark moving behind me, picking something up from the floor.
Suddenly, and unexpectedly I gasped as I felt some cool substance seep slowly onto my head, feeling the slimy substance trickle over the back of my perfectly styled and slip down my back and into the back of my dress, seductively and sensually. The gooey liquid then being directed over the front of my face and collecting in my cleavage, running down beneath my dress and over my stomach collecting between my legs and soaking my black knickers, it flowed down my arms, my hair becoming saturated in the thick liquid. I could hear Marks breath becoming deeper as he became more excited, in turn making me squirm as I gradually became hornier and hornier. My stockings becoming saturated with the custard, which was trickling towards my feet.
Mark then removed my custard soaked blindfold as I looked around the room to be greeted with the site of several buckets, filled with a variety of thick and slimy liquids. I looked down at my dress and stockings, which were now covered in the thick yellow liquid. “You like?”… he asked, as he picked up a bowel filled with a large trifle, cream, jelly and custard awaiting my body. I nodded, so excited I was barely able to speak… “so, where should this go?” he muttered, more of a question to himself than me, as he stood in front of me, hands beneath my skirt pushing it above my waist, exposing my legs and knickers. He pulled the elastic at the top of my knickers, as he forced the contents of the trifle into the front of my brand new underwear, I shifted slightly to allow the cream, jelly and custard to flow towards my bottom, loving the feeling of the combination of substances against my erotic zones, which pulsated and tingled with total pleasure.
The custard oozing out of the legs of my kickers covering my thighs in a highly erotic manner. I rubbed my thighs together enjoying the feel of my legs sliding past each other, totally turned on the feeling of the goo next to my well lubricated pussy, gunge collecting beneath my bottom.
He walked backwards, taking in the view of my custard covered body, my once perfectly straight hair sticking to my head, custard still dripping down from my chin into my cleavage.
Mark was now holding another bucket, which he dipped his hand in, allowing the mixture to drip off my hand, showing me it appeared to be a bucket full to the brim of rice pudding. He pulled the front of my dress open, and began to pour the warmer, lumpy mixture down my dress, using his hands to part the black bra away from my breast, as my breast became covered in the liquid, my nipples erect and the bra cups filling up before allowing the cups to meet my breasts. The remainder of the slime pouring over my stomach and heading towards my thighs.
The back of my dress was then pulled from my back, as I felt my spine tingling before feeling a cool and slimy mixture being poured down my back, his hands reaching down the dress and opening my knickers allowing treacle to slip into my knickers and mingle with the trifle, the sensation feeling sublime as the liquids combined against my erogenous zones.
Mark then, with two more large trifles in his hand directed one over my head, ensuring my face became covered in cream and custard and hair becoming even more saturated, with more trifle dripping down towards my breasts and lap the second trifle heading over my thighs as he covered my legs and bare feet.
More buckets followed, covering me in an array of liquid, my stockings becoming filled with porridge, rice pudding and semolina, saturated and slimey, with muck oozing over the tops of my ruined stockings. I no longer care about the state of my clothes, this was far too exciting. I reveled in the feeling of the thick gunge oozing and slipping over my entire body, reaching into every single crevice, every part of me smothered.
The onslaught continuing with buckets of chocolate sauce, smelling amazing as it poured down my body, quickly followed by a bucket of very thick, slippery, slimy mystery red liquid. My clothes becoming so full of gunge that I felt they could take no more with out becoming ripped, the top of my dress sagging with the weight of the different liquids, but I adored the highly sexual feeling as the slimy mixture overcame me, moaning in pleasure as it slipped over my face and towards my breasts and legs. Squealing as it soaked my kickers and slipped against my bottom and my clitoris, orgasming over the feel of the mixture over my body.
Mark, finally stood in front of and ripped off my drenched dress and knickers, removing my mucky bra as he undressed and mounted me, entering me as a final climax to this highly charged scene, hands running up and down my sloppy body, my hair plastered in gunk.
you should write some more. Quite a fantasy of mine that as well, although reversed with me being pied and custarded 
