Henry was now stood in front of her, smiling at her messy state, and she realised he was looking at her with pure lust in his eyes - a glance down revealed to her that he was very excited at what he saw. He squeezed a little of the chocolate syrup from the bottle in his hand into his mouth, and licked his lips... Fiona sighed slightly as she realised things were taking a much more intense direction.
He suddenly pointed the syrup bottle at her, and squeezed it hard. The brown sticky sludge came flying out and splashed her right in the chest - splattering across her top and her cleavage, trickling very slowly down inside, and across her breasts. As it hit her she gasped in pleasure, and he began to direct the spray downwards, coating the front of her skirt and then aiming at her bare legs. The chocolate sprayed over her thighs, knees and shins, and then he emptied the bottle over her lovely new shoes - she wished for a second she'd worn some old ones, then gave in to the gloriously sexy feeling of ruining something so nice.
Henry smiled as he saw her resigned to destroying everything she was wearing, and told her to sit down. Fiona looked around herself, and saw that there was only one chair in the kitchen, and it had a huge black forest gateau on it. She bent down to pick up the cake, and realised she'd just flashed her messy bottom at Henry! Remembering he'd seen it already when he'd coated her pert buttocks in beans, she blushed, and didn't hear what he said next. "Sorry?" she said?
"I said, don't move the cake, I left it there on purpose. Now take a seat" he said. She felt another little pang of arousal as she realised he was taking complete charge over things, and also over her... but she smiled as she put the deep, creamy cake down on the chair again, and turned back to face Henry.
Smiling at him, she started to slowly lower herself down into the creamy thick layers on top of the cake. The excitement and the anticipation of how it was going to feel against her legs and bottom was so intense, she actually cried out when she heard Henry say 'Stop!'
'No!' she screamed - but she did stop, as she felt it wouldn't be right to disobey him; after all, he was fulfilling her fantasy, and her greatest fear at this point was that he'd simply stop doing it, and make her leave. (Part of her wondered what it'd be like to be kicked out of the house as messy as she was then, part of her even wanted it to happen, but she realised it'd be crazy. One day, maybe... she thought).
"Take off your panties," he ordered. Had she heard him correctly? He wanted her to strip off? "Leave the skirt, but loose the knickers." Shaking slightly with a combination of embarrassment and arousal she slid her hands up under her skirt and slowly lowered her bean-filled underwear. Baked beans dropped out all over the place, over her chocolatey shoes, down her long, naked legs, onto the floor, but she could tell from the sensations that some of them were plastered against her cool skin, under the skirt. She dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She was trembling now, as she realised what he had in mind for her next. The idea of sitting down into that thick and creamy cake, and feeling it oozing around all her most sensitive areas, with nothing to get between her and the spongy mess was driving her crazy, and she got into position to lower herself onto it again.
"Just a second" he said. What could he want now? She was impatient to get on with it... and with a gasp she realised just how involved she had become in this sloppy, sexy session. "Pass them to me" he ordered. "Pass what?" she replied, with a sinking feeling - she knew what he meant. "Your knickers, give them to me" he asked, holding out his hand.
Fiona decided she was going to truly enter into the spirit of it this time, and give Henry a shock and a thrill. Instead of simply kneeling down and picking them up, she turned around so her back was to him, bent at the waist, and with her legs ramrod-straight, touched her toes. She glanced back at Henry as she did so, and smiled to herself as she saw his eyes tracking up her messy legs, splattered with chocolate syrup, custard, beans and raw eggs before his sight-line made it to her bottom - her skirt had ridden up enough to hint at what lay beneath it, but it didn't brazenly show him everything. Then she picked up her filthy panties and slowly straightened up.
Turning back to face him, she walked over to him and stood inches away from his face. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and a glance down revealed the effect she'd had on him was just as intense as ever. Suddenly she had an idea - ignoring his outstretched hand she grinned and slid the gooey knickers into his jeans pocket, pushing them all the way inside before then laughing and skipping back to the chair. She realised it had been rather tricky to get them into his pocket, almost as if something was already in there, blocking the way. With a start, she figured out what that was - and she realised she was even more excited by the knowledge that he was enjoying it almost as much as she was...
END OF PART THREE