1 comments/ 85805 views/ 7 favorites An Apple Pie Ch. 01 By: jthserra It was one of those odd Saturdays when, because of our busy workload, I was forced to come into the office to finish up some estimates. Working on a Saturday was a pain, but fortunately I didn't need to worry about getting dressed up since no one was around. When I woke up, I skipped shaving and just threw on some shorts and a tee shirt and headed to the car. After driving through the light traffic, I pulled onto campus and parked up close to the building. Accessing the building with my security card, I rode an empty elevator up to the twelfth floor, snaked my way through the long maze of cubicles and sat down at my desk. Wishing every day could be as quiet, I immediately got to work, undisturbed by coworkers or the telephone. I decided I'd hit the vending area for a snack after several hours of crunching numbers. Remembering what was in the machine from the day before, I counted my change and after verifying I had enough, I headed down the corridor thinking of an apple pie. Imagining sinking my teeth through the sugary coated crust and slipping my tongue into the moist apple center, I turned the corner into the small room. Stepping into the brightly lit vending area I slid to an abrupt stop on the newly waxed vinyl tile floor. Before me, bending over to reach into the vending machine was Gabriele, one of the young hardbodies from our floor. Like me, she was casually dressed, wearing shorts and a loose fitting, button down blouse. My eyes quickly passed over her muscular thighs, her tight ass and the gap in her blouse to see her removing an apple pie from the machine. Looking closer, I noticed it was the last one! This dark haired, incredibly sexy woman had purchased the last apple pie. "Do you like what you see?" Wiping a spot of drool from the corner of my mouth, I nodded and stuttered, "Y... yes." Still bent over she wiggled her ass a bit and said, "Would you like to see more?" "Ah... what?" "Would you like to see more," and seeing the confusion on my face she continued, "of my ass." "What? No, I was looking at the apple pie." "The apple pie?" she asked incredulously. "Wait a minute, you were looking at the apple pie." "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I paused as she dangled the pie in front of her, moving it back and forth. Feeling the drool form at the corner of my mouth, I reached up and wiped my mouth still staring at the pie. I glanced up at her face, noticing her dark eyes, but she jiggled the pie and I looked back to it. She slowly moved it back and forth, letting the dangling pie slide luxuriantly over her breasts. I was so caught up in the dangling pie that I didn't notice her unbutton her blouse, but when she tore the wrapper off the pie and slid it over her breasts, I must have jumped, because she giggled at me. Her breasts bounced tartly, but I found myself immediately drawn to the sugary trail of crumbs that had flaked off the crust and decorated her naked skin. My eyes focused to the sparkling sweetness coating her nipple, as she evidently removed her shorts and panties. I only noticed she was completely naked when she ran the pie down over her stomach toward her dark, curly hair. I gasped when the pie crust split spilling some of the gooey filling on her stomach. My hands began to tremble as the pie fell completely apart just above her furry patch. Sitting on the table and leaning back she asked, "Would you like a taste?" I leaped without a word, running my mouth and tongue along the trail of sugar and crumbs that were sprinkled over her breasts. Noticing the sparkle of her nipples, I moved to them, circling them with my tongue as I savored the sweet taste. Her breathing quickened, as I continued my tasty journey, now in search of the apple taste of the filling. My tongue trailed down her stomach, where I sucked up the first of the spilled goo, sucking her flesh clean of the sticky flavor. I then continued downward as she began undulating her hips and moaning. Finding the rest of the broken pie, I feasted upon her flesh, my hands grasping her thighs and my mouth and tongue moving wetly and wildly over her abdomen, sliding down into her kinky black pubic hair chasing several errant crumbs. I was slurping up the last of the delicious pie when I felt her hands guide my head further down. I moved down over her pussy, still tasting the sweet pie and slid my tongue inside her and was immediately rewarded with the tart taste of her. Savoring her taste, I realized how nicely the pungent taste of her cunt complemented the flavors of the apple pie. I continued eating her, moving my tongue up to her clit only to dive back down into her opening again and again. In short order, she groaned, wrapped her legs around me and pulled me to her, grinding her pussy onto my face. I continued lapping up her flavor until she calmed and pulled away some. I stood up and for the first time really noticed her incredible naked body. Her breasts her small, but very firm with large nipples, each circled by a light, olive colored areola. Her stomach was also firm and her hips made a gentle curve onto her muscular thighs. I noticed that her dark patch of pubic hair still sparkled and the swollen lips of her pussy glistened in the bright light. She quickly got down off the table and pulled on her clothes, leaving me leaning against the cabinets, my erection bulging in my shorts. I saw a sly smile emerge on her face as she walked over to me, took hold of my cock and whispered, "Oh, you didn't save any pie for me. How I would have loved a taste of that." Her hand squeezed on my cock as she spoke. She then turned and walked out of the vending area, heading back to her desk. Feeling dizzy, I sat down at the table and stared at the vending machine. It took nearly fifteen minutes for me to recover, but I finally stood up, walked slowly out of the room and up the corridor. Passing the elevator lobby I noticed the vending machine guy rolling a dolly off of the elevator. "Apple pies, you got apple pies?" I asked, rushing over to him. "Well, yes, I always have them here. They are a hot item here, especially on my Saturday delivery." "Okay, okay... just hurry up and load up that machine," I said, watching him head down the corridor. I felt my knees shaking as I returned to my desk. An Apple Pie Ch. 02 An Apple Pie (Ch. 02) Passing the elevator lobby, I noticed the vending machine guy rolling a dolly off of the elevator. I shook my head in amazement, stunned at my incredible good luck. “Apple pies, you got apple pies?” I asked, rushing over to him. “Well, yes, I always have them here. They are a hot item here, especially on my Saturday delivery.” “Okay, okay… just hurry up and load up that machine,” I said, watching him head down the corridor. I felt my knees shaking as I returned to my desk. I spent the next fifteen minutes pretending to work, until he finally headed to the elevator after loading the vending machine. I quickly took a breath, adjusted my erection and walked to the vending room, hoping Gabriele had not already headed home. I entered the room and, to my delight, I found her, once again, bending over in front of the machine. Looking into the machine, I saw a number of apple pies, waiting to be purchased. Breathing a sigh of relief I heard her ask me, “Do you like what you see?” “Yes, yes I do,” I answered, seeing her slowly stand holding the apple pie, letting it dangle sensuously. “I think it’s my turn to eat this,” she said, moving it back and forth in front of me. Licking my lips and remembering the wonderful combination of tastes the pie and her pussy gave me less than an hour ago, I answered, “Yes it’s your turn.” Once again seeing me hone in on the pie, she dangled it with one hand as she unbuttoned my shirt and then unfastened my belt. Somehow she got my shorts unfastened, and by the time she moved the pie behind her, hiding it from me, I noticed they were at my ankles. I stepped out of the shorts and then sat back on the table as she pushed me. I reached for her breasts, but was immediately diverted when she pulled the pie from behind her back. I watched as she took the pie, seductively tore off the wrapper with her mouth and then moved the confection up to my lips. She let me bite off an end of the pie and then she pulled it away. I chewed the sugary coating and the apple filling as she moved closer to me. My gaze honed in on the pie as she gently squeezed it, letting the filling tumble onto my chest and nipples. She then moved the pie down and I saw her crumble it, letting the crumbs tumble into my light red pubic hair. Her hand was then coated with the sticky remnants of the pie which she wiped onto my hard cock, stroking it slowly as the gooey filling coated me. Completely mesmerized at the thought of being cover with the bits of the apple pie, I leaned back and she started running her tongue over me. Following the messy trail of the pie down my body, starting at my nipples she licked and sucked the sugary sweetness from me, sending shivers down my body and into my cock each time her tongue slid over my hard nipple. She slowly descended, cleaning each crumb and dab of filling from my trembling flesh. My breathing quickened as I felt her slide down me, licking, sucking and occasionally taking a quick bite of me. Completely lost in the fragrance of the apples and the sensations that coursed over me I lifted my hips, trying to rub my hard cock on her, desperate to feel her touch it. Teasingly she avoided touching it, as she moved her mouth down through my pubic hair, nibbling the last bit of pie crumbs from it. She lingered there, letting her hands slide over my balls, deftly avoiding my throbbing cock. I ached, longing for her touch, lost in the thought of her eating the apple filling from it. Finally I grabbed her hair and pulled it, leading her mouth to my erection. She took a deep breath and then devoured me, moving her mouth all over my shaft and head. Taking me her mouth, she pumped her head up and down on me, each movement quaking me with intense pleasure. I thrust my cock upward, deep into her mouth as she sucked me, slicing me to my core. Feeling the pressure well up in my balls I leaned back on my elbows and arched my back, shooting my sticky cum into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed as I came and came. Finally she pulled her mouth off of me, dipped her face over to my thigh and then moved up to kiss me. Looking at her lips I noticed a bit of pie filling at the corner of her mouth and as she opened her mouth to kiss me, I saw a bit of my cum pooled on her tongue. I moved my mouth to hers, my tongue lapping the pie filling and my cum in one quick sweep. The bland but slightly salty taste of my cum intensified the flavor of the pie filling and we shared the flavors in our kiss. I quickly dressed and then gave Gabriel another kiss, still tasting the diverse mixture of flavors. We were about to head back to our desks when Helen, one of our older assistants walked in and nodded to us. We both watched as she moved over to the machine and studied the contents. Seeing her reflection in the vending machine glass I noticed she was fairly attractive for her age, in fact I thought she looked much younger than sixty four. I was about to turn and leave when I saw her select an apple pie. I froze, mesmerized as she bent over, reached inside and grabbed her snack. She stood up, whispered, “Have a nice day,” to Gabriel and I and then headed back to her desk. Seeing me tremble a bit Gabriel laughed and whispered, “How’s them apples.” “I have to wonder, I have to wonder,” I thought to myself. An Apple Pie Ch. 03 An Apple Pie Ch 03 Throughout the days, weeks and months following that peculiar Saturday, I found my life inexplicably tied to the vending machine. A dark gloom descended over me, as for days on end I visited the machine, only to find slot number one hundred sixty-six empty. Even worse were the days that I was taunted by that machine, when my first glance found the slot filled, but closer inspection reveled Zingers or a blueberry muffin instead of the apple pie. Looking back on it all now, I understand it, the undeniable hold the apple pies held over me. The only two friends I dared discuss my apple pie related encounters with Gabrielle with, scoffed at me. “What the fuck does this have to do with mind control?” one asked me. I didn’t bother trying to respond, I simply shook my head, thinking to myself, “Talk to a moron, you get a moronic answer.” Well, not exactly a moron, but certainly not well gifted with intelligence. The hypnotic fervor that overcame me as Gabrielle licked and sucked the apple pie from my body, my cock, was irrefutable and since that time, I found my libido, hell my entire life integrally tied to those apple pies. Something as simple as an apple pie fetish would have been a piece of cake, or I guess I should say a piece of pie for me, if you excuse the cliché. If it was simply a fetish, I could have gone to a convenience store and purchased a pie. Hell, I probably found the exact same brand of pie I found that incredible day in the vending machine. Sadly, these store bought pies did not arouse me and my malaise descended into impotence. Trying to get the apple pies restocked in the vending machine quickly became futile, the company apparently changed drivers, so the guy who made sure there were plenty of apple pies in the machine no longer came, instead a petite woman loaded the machine each day. I asked her repeatedly to bring back the apple pies, but, for whatever reason, slot one sixty-six remained either empty or stocked with another treat. I considered explaining to the vending lady why I wanted the apple pies, but figured that was a sure sexual harassment lawsuit. Gabrielle even sensed my problem, actually greeting me one lonely Saturday in the vending room, sitting on the table with her legs spread wide. When I stepped into the room, the first thing I saw was her skirt hiked up to her waist and her fingers entwined in her dark pubic hair. She immediately began rubbing her clit as I stepped into the room. Recovering from the surprise, I glanced to the machine but found slot one sixty-six limply filled with a package of Raspberry Zingers. Sensing my disappointment Gabrielle reached out and grabbed me, pulling me to her. Her hands went to my shoulders and she guided me onto my knees, drawing my face up between her legs. I ran my tongue down her slit and slipped it into her dripping pussy. The tart tang of her sex only reminded me of the missing sweet apple I had enjoyed licking off her body. I continued on her, moving my tongue from her gentle opening up to the hard knob of her clit. She was certainly arduous as she writhed and groaned, whispering, “Oh yeah baby, do me, do me,” but I found my cock limply silent. The cunninglingus was enjoyable, but it seemed nothing more than a nice handshake with a close friend. Sensing my disappointing lack of enthusiasm, Gabrielle reached her hand down and began massaging her clit. I moved down, fucking her cunt with my tongue as she brought herself off, lifting her hips and pushing her pussy onto my face in a final, climactic attempt to excite me. She collapsed and her twitching cunt fell away from me. I sat down on a chair and resting my hands on my thighs, I stared between her legs, thinking that if I stared at her pussy, gazed into the mesmerizing folds, let my imagination explore the forest of her dark curly hair, let my eyes spelunk the depth of her cunt, I would become hypnotized by her raw, naked sex. She was beautiful and staring this intimately at the glistening core of her immense sexuality was a wonderful experience. Reaching my fingers to the swollen folds of her labia, I opened her, exposing the wet, pink skin inside her. Like a sexual Tom Sawyer, I explored her verdant cave, my fingers rolling down the wet softness of her, my eyes drawn do the dark hole, my nose languishing in her earthy scent. Seeming to enjoy my curious explorations, Gabrielle began to respond again, moving her fingers back down to her clit. Before my eyes and beneath my probing fingers, became aroused again, and after a few minutes spectacularly came. I watched as her climax rolled though her, the walls of her cunt contracting in involuntary contractions, the wet secretions rising as a damp dew from the dark recesses of her fleshy depths. I sensed a slight change in her fragrance, a fresh breeze of intimacy caressed my nostrils. Had I been an ordinary man, this uninhibited display would have driven me wild, leaving me with an aching erection, perhaps even leading to a spontaneous climax in my pants, but my cock remained uninspired. I stood up, fighting tears, as I responded to her including me in her intimate act and felt the shame of my failure to rise to her occasion. Almost angrily, she tore at my belt, savagely unzipping my pants and exposing my great disappointment. She took the tiny, limp thing into her mouth and sucked it. I experienced the strength of her, as, unrestrained by the size of an erect cock, she brought the full Hoover force of an orally fixated, aroused woman to bear on my tiny, limp cock. The sensation was enjoyable and I rue the fact that I couldn’t enjoy that incredible blow job as a virile man. The way she threw herself into the act was almost apostolic and I knew any man, from eighteen to a hundred and eighteen would have filled her mouth with buckets of cum, but I remained limp. Her endurance was extraordinary as she kept up the intensity for nearly fifteen minutes, gasping for air as the sweat poured down her face. When she stopped, she collapsed on the table, panting in a effort to catch her breath. She looked at me with an odd mix of sadness and anger on her face. I started to speak, but she stopped me, pointing at me as she moved over to the vending machine. Pulling several quarters out of the pocket on her skirt, she plunked them into the machine and pressed a one, then a six and then another six. Just seeing the numbers under her fingertips gave me a start, as a quick tinge ran through my cock. The Raspberry Zingers made a dull “thunk” as it fell into the bottom of the machine. Gabrielle took the pink delicacy and ran it back and forth over my cock, rubbing it harder and harder on me. She finally took the Zinger in her fist, squeezed it and then grabbed my cock and stroked it hard, as the dark pink frosting mixed with the chocolate cake and cream filling oozed between her fingers. Again, the sensation was nice, but my once reliable log remained limp as an apple peel. I looked down at her apologetically and saw tears run down her cheeks. She looked up at me, gritted her teeth and, with a clenched jaw growled, “Get some help.” Just then we heard a gasp and both of us looked to the door. The vending machine lady stood there, holding the dolly, with a shocked look on her face. The three of us just stared for the longest time, locked in some absurd sculpture of Raspberry Zinger, sagging flesh and tears. A box fell from the dolly, breaking our spell and as my eyes moved to the different snack products I noticed there, dangling at an odd, but arousing angle, a box of apple pies. I looked at Gabrielle and then back up to the small vending lady as a smile curled on my lips. I felt a shiver run through my body as my eyes locked on the box, swaying back and forth, back and forth, back and forth… An Apple Pie Ch. 04 A box fell from the dolly, breaking our spell and as my eyes moved to the different snack products I noticed there, dangling at an odd, but arousing angle, a box of apple pies. I looked at Gabrielle and then backed up to the small vending lady, as a smile curled on my lips. I felt a shiver run through my body, as my eyes locked on the box, swaying back and forth, back and forth, backandforth... Still holding my cock, Gabrielle stared at it in amazement, as it began to grow, twitching some as it assumed its proud curving form in the palm of her hand. Feeling the draw of the apple pie, I began to move toward the teetering box when she tugged on my now fully engorged member and dragged me over to the sink. She cleaned me off with some soap, water and a number of paper towels and then returned to the table. I moved my gaze from the apple pies to the vending lady. She was short, shorter than Gabrielle by several inches and her face and head seemed almost childlike. Her hair was dark black with bright blonde highlights streaking through it. Her blue eyes were veiled in a dark make up as brown shadow and heavy black mascara gave her an almost sinister look. Her lips were almost black, and against her pale cheeks and chin looked like some strange, curved silhouette. Glancing down toward her breasts, I read the name embroidered on her blouse: April. The lettering had an elegant flow that seemed odd displayed above her tiny breasts. Her hands moved up to the buttons on her blouse as I stared at the slight curve in her uniform on her chest. She wore some strange gloves, where the bare fingers protruded out of the fabric, while a black lace fringe seemed to tickle her wrists. Still in a trance, I thought nothing of the sight of April unbuttoning her blouse and opening it to expose a superfluous black laced bra. Reaching to the clasp in the back, she quickly removed it too, and I looked upon her tiny breasts. The slight rise on her chest led to two very large nipples, each pierced with a small hoop. Gabrielle, shocked by the immediate response of my cock when this young woman appeared asked, "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-two, why?" "You seem much younger," Gabrielle replied. "Yeah, I get that a lot." "Well, he sure likes it," she said, looking down at my cock. "Hey, I don't think it's me, he seems more interested in that box there." "Ah, the apple pies. You want a real trip?" Unfastening and stepping out of her pants, April replied, "This is already a trip." She pulled her black panties over her hips, letting them drop to the floor. Gabrielle moved closer to her, kneeling in front of her, reaching up and moving a bit of her curly pubic hair out of the way. A gold hoop sparkled in the light, its bright curve disappearing into the large knob of her clit. "Did it hurt?" Gabrielle asked, enamored by the jewelry. "Yeah, and it was pretty tender for a week or two. Now it's just ultra-sensitive." Gabrielle asked, "May I?" April nodded, watching the other woman gently touch her sensitive skin. She gasped as the finger moved over her and then, obviously distracted by the sensations coursing through her, whispered "You said something about a real trip." "Oh yes, grab one of those apple pies." My attention shifted as suddenly a freshly wrapped apple pie appeared in April's hand. She reached it over to Gabrielle. "No," Gabrielle said, "just dangle it around in front of him." I followed the pie as it dangled in the air, then slid down April's tiny, pale body. Her nipples bounced as the pie moved over them, the gold hoops sparkled as they moved. I then heard the packaging tear and watched as she removed the pie and moved the sugary form over her skin. Tiny specks of sugar and crumbs speckled her skin, tumbling over the slight humps of her boobs and falling downward. My cock twitched as a larger crumb caught in her black pubic hair, its light color contrasting magnificently with her sexy fur. I looked back up to her hand as she squeezed the pie, letting the light brown filling ooze out and flop onto her breast. Unable to bear it any longer, I first reached for Gabrielle, running my hands up her thighs, catching her skirt and lifting it up over her waist as I lifted her up onto the table. She leaned back as I revolved and then grabbed April and lifted her up, setting her down on top of Gabrielle. I then looked at both women as they sat on the table, legs spread, their two pussies, one just above the other beckoned me. I moved closer, lowered my mouth down onto the pie filling still pooled on April's breast and slid my cock down towards Gabrielle's ready cunt. Her fingers guided me into the wet opening and as I licked the sweet pie filling from April's breasts. Swallowing the nectar, I moved slowly in and out of Gabrielle, memorizing the soft feel of her most delicate folds. Feeling the intense pleasure building up in my hard cock, I carefully withdrew and moved up to April's pussy. Brushing against her eager lips, I felt her reach down to guide me into her smaller opening. Her body was a bit tighter than Gabrielle's, and I felt that inside she was tighter too. Still wet and soft, her folds held my cock tighter and as I paused to savor the experience, April squeezed her muscles, clamping down on me. I began moving quicker and quicker into her, thrusting myself deep inside her. I continued in April until I felt close to coming again, I then quickly withdrew and moved back down to Gabrielle's softer cunt. The feeling was not as intense as when I pushed into April, but the softness had an appeal of its own. I noticed Gabrielle's hand reach over and begin to massage April's clit. Nearing explosion again, I withdrew from Gabrielle and plunged back into April. Alternating between women, I savored the individual feel of each woman and watched as April responded not only to my cock, but to Gabrielle's fingers. I noticed that Gabrielle would grind her clit against April's ass when I was fucking April. The fury rose, in all three of us, until April rose up, moaning and coming. I quickly pulled out of Gabrielle and moved to dive into April, but in her ecstasy, I missed and being far too gone to do anything else, I ground my cock over Gabrielle's hand and April's pubic hair spraying my cum all over them. On my second or third spurt, Gabrielle groaned and I watched her face, covered in April's short hair, wince as she climaxed. The three of us fell together on the table, all three wet from our sweat and cum. We lay together for some time before April whispered, "I need to finish up my route," and wiggled from between Gabrielle and me. "You have to leave so soon?" Gabrielle asked. "Yes, I still have a lot to do today. But... you know, I could always come back tomorrow," April replied. "Sunday?" I asked. "I'm game if you are, besides you know what they say." "What's that?" "An apple a day," she then winked, not finishing her quote. I watched her dress and then quickly load our vending machine. I felt my cock happily twitch as the apple pies fell comfortably into slot one sixty-six. Gabrielle leaned over and kissed it, noticing it twitch again. "Here, in case you need his attention," April said tossing a pie over to Gabrielle. She dangled it just above my face, whispering, "You're feeling tired, very tired." I smiled, acknowledging her joke and noticing my cock beginning to come to life again. I looked back to the swaying apple pie, watching it swing from side to side to side tosidetoside... An Apple Pie Ch. 05 "It wasn't until I found myself sitting alone in the lunch room, slowly peeling open the apple pie, while I felt the erection growing in my pants that I began to suspect that I was obsessed. I mean, yes, my libido disappeared whenever the vending machine ran out of apple pies, and I did have the most incredibly satisfying, yet dangerous sex of my life right there in the lunch room as I smeared bits of apple pie over my two lovers and I, but it just seemed like just a spontaneous thing." The doctor peered over his reading glasses at me and asked, "So why do you suppose sitting in the lunchroom with an erection finally made you realize you were obsessed?" The desk lamp illuminated the doctor's bald head, making it look like his beady eyes peeked out from under a halo. I wondered about this man, about his credentials as a psychiatrist. "Tell me again about the sign on your door," I said, turning my head and nodding over my shoulder. "I have Occupational Therapist under my name because that is my title with the company and while it is true I specialize in physical therapy, I also am a licensed psychologist." "Psychologist, not psychiatrist," I said slowly and distinctly. "In your case, the distinction is not important, what is important is that we look into this obsession between sex and apple pies." "So you diagnose it as an obsession?" "Fun sexual antics, even with co-workers, are one thing but you have to agree you crossed the line here." The doctor was right, I had crossed the line. Sitting in the lunchroom on a lonely Saturday morning I pondered what to do as I sat with an apple pie in my right hand and an incredible bulge between my legs. Images of my pie filling lubricated fist sliding up and down over my throbbing cock began running through my mind when she walked in. It was innocent enough, not realizing my turgid predicament, the older woman walked up to the vending machine, pondered her choices, fed several coins into the slot and then made her selection. Immediately attracted by her beautiful silver hair, I let my eyes slowly amble down her body. She was obviously thirty, perhaps forty years older than me, she did appear to be in good shape, and as she bent over, her ass formed a wonderful curve. Holding my pie out over the table, I watched a bit of filling dangle from the end. From my angle, the filling appeared to dangle sensuously over her ass and when a glistening bit dripped to the table, I knew I had to act. Moving up behind her, I let my bulging cock brush against her beautiful, full ass. She immediately stood up straight and turned to face me. "I beg your pardon," she gasped indignantly. I stood before her, a pitiful sight, holding an apple pie with my erection poking straight out from my pants. "Excuse me... I... I..." I mumbled, searching for an excuse or at least an explanation for my actions, but I was too far gone... I merely reached out my free hand and cupped her breast. Closing my eyes, I fully expected a well deserved slap across my face, but instead, I felt a hand gently grab the bulge in my pants. I opened my eyes to find her working to unfasten my belt. "You better be ready to use that thing," she growled. "Damn, I haven't felt anything his hard in decades." She then released me and backing up to the table, she hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panty hose and panties and opened her legs. I looked down at her and although some of the skin on her thighs was loose and veined, her pussy blossomed in a glistening pink that promised a wet softness I had to explore. Still holding my apple pie, I worked my cock out of my pants and penguin walked up between her legs. She expertly guided my cock into her wet cunt with an urgency that surprised me. Wrapping her legs around me, she pulled me into her with a loud groan. I didn't expect her to be as wet as she was, but my cock slipped into her soft pussy with amazing ease. Her legs acted as a spring, letting me withdraw a bit from her and then clamping on me driving my cock deep into her hungry hole. Reaching down, I unbuttoned her blouse and grabbed her bra, pulling it up over her breasts. They laid flat on her chest, the skin sagging slightly, but her dark nipples pointed upward. I held the pie over her and squeezed it, watching the crumbs and filling ooze out between my fingers and slop onto her breasts. Both hands went wild over her, spreading the pie filling over both breasts, coating those perky nipples with the sugary mess, and kneading the pliant skin. My thrusts and the sugary attention at her breasts, drove her over the edge and she arched her back and came, groaning loudly. I drove myself deep into her pussy and then paused my motion, feeling the pulsations from deep within her. Her legs relaxed the iron grip she had around my ass, and I eased my cock out of her. Her pussy had felt incredible, but the glistening remnants of the pie that coated her breasts beckoned me. I pulled off my pants and crawled up over her, straddling her chest. Figuring out my intentions she looked up and taunted me, "I need a little whipped cream with my apple pie, you gonna give me some." I could only grunt as my cock flopped onto her gooey chest and I began thrusting against her. She reached up and moved her breasts so they formed a perfect canal where my cock slid back and forth. Feeling my shaft slide between her slippery breasts, feeling the chunks of apple roll and tumble between us and sensing the warm, sticky mess coat my balls I began to feel a bit dizzy as I got closer and closer. "Come on, give me that cream," the woman urged me as she let her fingers wrap around my balls as they thrust forward against her. Her fingernails lightly scratched the wrinkled skin of my sac as I pulled back, a sensation that sent a chill through me. I grunted again as I felt an incredible surge jolt through me and I... "What the hell is going on here?" Turning my head, I stared at the enraged face of my boss as my hard cock twitched and shot spurt after spurt of my cream onto the face and open mouth of his wife. Her hands continued stroking my shaft, her tongue slurping up the cum that splashed over her. I tried to leap off of her, but her arms clamped down on my thighs and she held me there, her hands still milking the last of the cum from my cock. Looking down at her, I watched her dip the tip of her tongue into my tiny, milky hole. Her beaming smile sealed my fate. I wasn't fired, demoted, or even reprimanded; I was merely directed to get some psychiatric help for my "problem". So here I sit in an uncomfortable chair and talk to a beady-eyed, bald occupational therapist about sex and apple pies. Relieved at keeping my job, I vowed to stay away from the bosses wife, but... "You do agree you crossed the line?" "Yes, yes of course," I answered the doctor, nodding my head vigorously. "Well, that is a good start, I think your realization of the problem will aid us in treating it. It becomes a question of restraint and reinforcement, don't you agree?" "I guess," I replied. "Okay, we will talk more next week, in the meantime, I want you working on your restraint, you remember the drill?" "Twice a day I walk past the lunchroom, but I don't go in." "Exactly! We will try this for a few weeks and then we can work on something a bit harder." "But what about lunch?" "Lunch?" "Yes, what do I do at lunchtime if I can't go in the lunch room?" "Simple, you go out to eat... ah yes, that reminds me, Mrs. Alworth left a message. Now where is that message... oh yes, here it is. She says she wants to have lunch with you, she left her cell phone number." "Mrs. Alworth?" "Yes, yes, I believe she is..." "The bosses wife, yes. But what about..." "Perfect therapy. You skip the lunchroom and go out to eat. You also get support from someone you had drawn into your obsession, it seems perfect." "Perfect?" "Yes, perfect. And now out time is up." My hands trembled as I opened the door and stepped out of his office. I walked away in a daze, the only thing I could think of was the sweet taste of apple pie.