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Dev’s revenge on Tara (Ayesha Dharker)
Dev’s revenge on Tara (Ayesha Dharker)
Tara had humiliated her ex boyfriend Dev publicly in front of all of his friends and family. She had put up a billboard with a naked photo of him on it. This seemed to be way over the top and did not really suit the misdemeanours that he had committed. Dev later heard of a new revenge game show that was being broadcast where members of the public could write in to the show in order to get revenge on loved ones or friends that had wronged them. Tara seemed like a perfect candidate for this. She had overreacted and had humiliated Dev to an astounding degree. This time it would be Tara’s turn to face public embarrassment.
The only thing Dev was worried about was the thought that Tara may not agree to appear on the show. After all, she had no reason to. She had everything to lose and nothing to gain. Luckily, it was going to be a surprise. Tara would be approached somewhere and taken off guard. The choice would be taken away from her. It would be a set up to ensure that she received her comeuppance. Tara would be left completely exposed.
What would happen is that Tara would be approached when she was walking down Coronation Street on a specific day. Dev knew that she would be returning from work and would be on the street in the early evening. It was all arranged and the crew form the show had everything ready before she arrived. Just as everyone had hoped Tara was seen walking down the street at the perfect moment. They then ambushed her.
The people from the show came at her and stopped her in the street. They asked if her name was Tara. She confirmed that it was. They told her that she had been selected to appear on special game show. They didn’t really ask her if she wanted to appear. She wasn’t really given much of a choice. She looked a bit startled. “Ok,” was all she could say.
“Tara, our show offers the people chance to get revenge for things that have been wrongly done to them.” Tara’s mind began to race. What could they mean. Then it dawned on her. She remembered what she had done to Dev. “Oh God,” she thought to her self,” This is not good.” “We have been hearing some bad things about you Tara,” the presenter said. “Bad things, whatever do you mean,” she replied coyly. “Well, we have been told that you put up a huge billboard with a naked picture of your ex boyfriend on it. That wasn’t very nice was it?” “Well, he done some not great things either and I was mad. I suppose there is no point in denying it.” “Yes the whole town saw. It was a bit over the top wouldn’t you say.” “Yeah, I guess so,” Tara conceded.
“So, as a result of your actions, you will be punished,” the presenter said. The smile on Tara’s huge mouth was suddenly gone. This did sound serious. “Ok, Tara, may I direct your attention just to your left and behind you.” Tara turned around. What she saw shocked her. She saw a pillory set up right in the middle of Coronation Street. She instantly realized that it was for her. She was so startled that she didn’t even try to protest. She followed the presenter over to the stocks. “Look what we have all set up for you. We hope that you will be comfortable,” he said. “Oh I am sure,” Tara said sarcastically. “Your neck and wrists will be safely secured in our lovely pillory,” he said. “Oh that’s just wonderful,” Tara said.
“Now the stocks are all ready. All that needs to happen now is for those clothes to come off.” Tara looked at him,” What?,” she asked with a nervous smile. “Yes, you let the whole world see your ex naked, now it is your turn. It is only right.” Tara could not believe her ears. Of course, Tara did not want to do this at all, but she knew that she did not have much of a choice. She was sort of stuck. The world was going to see her naked. By now, some of the residents were gathering around to watch the proceedings including Dev’s daughter Amber amongst others. When she heard what was happening she was over the moon. She loved getting one over on people. Seeing her father’s ex girlfriend publicly humiliated was right up her alley. The cell phone was out and video recording was taking place.
Tara could not protest it was happening so fast. Tara was a very shy person. Truth be told, she barely ever let even Dev see her naked, let alone touch her. This was going to be a treat for him. He was going to see more of Tara tonight than he had throughout their entire relationship together. Tara reluctantly took her long dark coat off. She hesitated but slowly started to unbutton her white pin striped button down shirt. She slowly undid each button. She slowly unbuttoned them, but was told that she should speed it up. She pulled her shirt out of her trousers and then pulled her arms out. Her bra was revealed, it was plain white. It was as demur as a bra could be for her chest size. She then was instructed to do away with her trousers. She undid the button and unzipped her trousers. She reluctantly pushed them down her wide curvy hips. The black trousers slid their way down Tara’s sexy, shapely brown thighs. Her neighbours were now gathered, watching and cheering. Her legs were thick and brown. Every curve, every freckle and piece of cellulite on Tara’s body was going to be visible. The trousers fell to her ankles. She lifted one leg and then the other, stepping out of her trousers. She was stood now in just her bra and panties. The panties were normal white underwear, apart from a few embarrassing stains in certain areas. Tara tried her best to cover herself.
She was then ordered to remover her bra. She reached backwards and undid the clasps. She pulled her arms out of it and put it with her other clothes. She wrapped one arm around her breasts in an attempt to conceal them. She then used her free hand to push down her panties. It was very difficult to accomplish with one hand, she had to wiggle her hips and lift her legs. Eventually the knickers made their way to her ankles. She lifted her leg and pulled them off. She then immediately covered her vagina with her other hand. She tried to stay close to the wall, because she was unable to cover her backside as well. She also could not hide the mound of thick black pubic hair that lay between her legs. Although her hand was covering her vagina, there was so much thick bushy pubic hair, that covering all of it proved to be impossible. Tara could not believe that world was looking at her naked, slightly chubby body. Her legs and ass were luscious. Those could be seen in almost full detail already. Tara was starting to perspire now with embarrassment. Her pubic hair elicited more than a few laughs from the assembled crowd. Most women either shaved or waxed at this particular time. It was quite unusual to see a bush like Tara’s. She could see people pointing and whispering, making fun of her unshaven minge.
“So Tara, the pillory awaits,” the presenter said. Up until now, Tara thought that she had been doing a pretty good job of concealing her nudity, but she now remembered the position that she would be in when she was place in the stocks. She would be bent over, her legs spread and helpless. There would be no hiding then. All would be revealed. Tara had no choice but to follow him. He raised the top of the stocks and welcomed her. She took a deep breath and bent over, placing her neck in the large hole, followed by her hands in the two smaller ones. In doing so, she had to lean over. Her hair was moved in the correct position so it would not get caught. The presenter then lowered the top of the pillory down into place. It landed with a thud. He then locked the pillory at the side. Locking Tara in place.
She was now in position. All of Coronation Street were treated to a view of this naked Indian woman, locked in the stocks. Her naked curvy backside was high in the air. Her back was arched. Her legs were spread wide. Anyone looking from behind would have had a great view of her gaping as crack as well as a back view of her hairy pussy. Her large breasts dangled downward. She could only move a little bit. Her shapely, naked sweaty body was in position. She looked upwards and saw half of the street, including Amber watching and laughing at her.
“Now it is time for the man of the hour, Dev,” the presenter said. Everyone cheered as he entered. He had a huge smile on his face. He was shaking his arms in the air triumphantly. “Revenge is sweet my friends,” he said. “You bastard,” Tara said,” I’ll get you for this.” He looked down at his naked, prone ex girlfriend and chuckled. He was getting well deserved revenge for what Tara had done. “Now, we are not finished yet. This whole thing has been tough for Tara, so we have decided to treat her to a huge Indian feast,” the presenter said. He motioned over to the corner. In it was a buffet tabled decorated and full of Indian cuisine. “The thing is, Tara, you won’t be eating the dinner, no, you will be wearing it, instead.” Everyone including Dev cheered. Tara looked up and pouted. “Noooo!,” she squealed in a whiney, frustrated voice. “Dev, if you will sir, dinner is served. It’s on Tara.”
He started out with popadams, namely, some of their dips. It looked like mango chutney was going to be first on the menu for the evening. Mango chutney was going to be the first item that was going to be used. Dev picked up a jug of the chutney. Tara looked up at him. She begged him not to do this. “Sorry, darling,” he said sarcastically. He walked over to the beautiful naked woman before him and tipped the chutney out onto Tara’s body. The yellow viscous substance poured out onto her dark skin. He started pouring it down her back. She felt it rolling down her body. It dripped down her breasts and down her backside. He generously moved the jug back and forth over Tara’s naked body, dumping the chutney onto her body and over the top of her head. The chunky chutney stuck to the top of her head and to her black hair. Some of it rolled down onto her face. She winced and made a pained expression as she felt the chutney on her face and body.
He then took a jug of red dill dip that was also used for papadoms. It had lots of onions in it and was a deep dark red. It would stain clothing or table clothes when it touched it, but was now going to be all over Tara. Dev stood next to Tara. He bent down and looked her in the face. “I know this is one of your favourites,” he teased. “You asshole,” she said. He tipped the dill over her head. It was thick and extremely lumped. The viscous red globs plopped onto her head and rolled down over her face. Bits of the red dill stuck to Tara’s face on her cheeks and nose. Some of it rolled off of her. He then dumped the rest over her back. Some of it stuck where it landed, some of it rolled off of her body.
Next it was time for mint sauce. It was thinner and more sloppy. It was white in colour. It smelled divine. It was also a dipping sauce used for papodoms as well as for starters sometimes. This is where it was going to get very sloppy for Tara. Dev walked around Tara and decided where he was going to aim. This time he began the pouring on the small of her back. He aimed and tipped the jug. The sloppy white mess hit Tara right above her backside. She let out a squeal. Her mouth in an O shape because of the coldness of the mint sauce against her naked flesh. The sauce poured down onto her naked ass. She could feel her bulbous cheeks getting covered in mint sauce. Soon her ass was covered. She could feel it all over her butt crack. More rolled down the backs of her shapely thighs. The white mess poured down the backs of Tara’s thick legs down the backs of her knees and down her calves. The whole back end of her body was now coated in runny mint sauce. What was left, Dev poured on the top of her head and down her back. It coated her black hair and dropped down her forehead, the sides of her face and the bridge of her nose. As a final touch, Dev took a single papodom and balanced it on Tara’s backside. It stayed in place for a bit until the next mess came. It eventually fell to the floor and shattered.
“I think that the lady is ready for her starters now,” the presenter said. Dev started with a prawn puree. He took the flatbread in his hand. It was covered in prawns in a bhuna style sauce. He held it in one hand. He was careful not to let it fall or spill. He tiptoed up to Tara. He leaned over to her. He then pushed the prawn puree in her face. He rubbed it around as she gasped for breath. He still held it in his hand as he took it away. Sloppy prawns fell from Tara’s face. Some fell out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Dev then placed the puree itself on top of Tara’s head for the moment, like some sort of bizarre hat. He then took a large onion bhajee. He approached Tara. Tara had an enormous mouth. That was something that was a distinguishing feature of her face. He walked up to her. She realized that he wanted her to open her mouth. She did not know why she was cooperating this much, but she did. Dev placed the onion bhajee in his ex girlfriends mouth. She then closed her mouth, leaving part of the onion bhajee sticking out of it. She looked like a roasted pig with and apple in her mouth. Finally, he took a samosa and placed it between Tara’s butt cheeks. She clenched her cheeks in order to hold it in place. Lots of pictures were taken at this point of Tara’s humiliation. All of this and the main course had yet to be served. She wondered what was on the menu for her main courses this evening.
“I think that we will make a good start with chicken korma,” the presenter said. Dev picked up a huge container of chicken korma. It was delicious, creamy and mild. It was thick yellow colouring. It was filled with coconut and yoghurt. The pieces of chicken were soft and mushy, almost a semi solid. It was clearly delicious. The only thing better than eating it would be to pour it all over Tara’s sexy naked body. Dev was going to get the pleasure of pouring the korma all over Tara’s sexy naked body. The korma was soft and sensuous. Dev smiled as he started to pour it onto Tara. He poured it over her head. She closed her eyes. Of course the puree and samosa now fell. She closed her eyes and felt the thick glop of the korma on her head and down her face. He then poured more right across her body. Down her back, over her ass and down her legs. Bits of the chicken stuck everywhere. Her whole body dripped in the yellow korma. Her dark skin dripping in the yellow sauce. It was cold as well and very sloppy.
Chicken tikka massala would be next in its deep red sauce. Just like the korma, it was thick and creamy. It looked absolutely delicious, but it was destined to be strewn all over Tara’s naked body. He began to pour it on her. She moaned as she felt the velvety tikka massala falling onto her sexy body. She could feel the bits of chicken against her body, including on her ass and between her legs. Tikka now dripping from her hairy bush. The tick sloppy red sauce was the perfect texture to mess with. It was so sloppy. It felt lovely against her naked skin, though she would not admit it. Soon she was coated in the stuff. Dev took his hands and massaged it around on Tara’s enormous backside. She gasped and groaned.
Next Dev had some vegetable dishes for Tara. The next dish was thick and brown. It was filled with lentils and chickpeas. It was much more disgusting than what had gone before. The colour itself was quite gross looking. Dev grabbed the container and headed over to Tara. He tipped it over her head. Tara shut her eyes and gagged slightly as lentils and chickpeas flowed down her beautiful face. Her enormous head making a very nice target. Her face covered in the brown mess. He then took the container and poured more down her body. Her large breasts were soon dripping in the sloppy brown glop. Chickpeas and lentils stuck everywhere on her body.
Next was sag paneer. This is a mixture of spinach and cottage cheese. “it’s spinach time,” the presenter said. Dev took the sag paneer and started to pour it onto Tara. It felt slimy on her body. He poured it over head and then down her body. Spinach stuck to her hair. It was a deep dark green. She felt the spinach slithering all over her body. She could feel it on her ass and pussy as well as down her legs. It was piled high on her backside. She wiggled her rear end as best she could. Tara could now feel that her pubic hair was now full of spinach. It was matted in the green mess. She never thought that she would be spending an afternoon cleaning spinach out of her pubic hair. Spinach now draped her all over.
“Now, all Indian meals need rice don’t they? How about some basmati rice?,” the presenter said. “basmati is Tara’s favourite rice,” Dev replied. “What a coincidence.” Dev was handed a container of basmati rice. He took it over to Tara and began to sprinkle it all over her body from head to toe. It stuck to the mess that was already all over her body. Soon her legs and backside were peppered in the rice. He poured more over her back. The last bit of it he poured over head. “We almost forgot the nan bread,” the presenter said. He gave Dev two nan breads. Dev walked over to Tara’s backside with them. She wondered what he was going to do with them. Dev took the bread and much to everyone’s surprise, smacked Tara’s bottom with one of them. He then did the same with the other. He spanked Tara’s ass with the nan breads. It did not hurt in any way, but she squealed with laughter, begging him to stop.
Everyone applauded for Tara. She was left in the stocks for awhile longer while people took photos, including Amber. Amber leaned over to her,” You have never looked better,” she laughed. Tara only scowled. Eventually she was freed from the pillory. She stood up. She was dripping in curry and mess. She was slathered from head to toe. Spinach covered her hair and stuck to her pubic hair. There was no need to cover up now. Dev had his revenge. No one could say that Tara did not get what she deserved. She was now naked and dripping in slop. She did look amazing.
No one would ever look at Tara the same way on the street again, but she had put an enormous naked photo of her boyfriend on display in the street. She was furious with Dev anyway, although he had to live the embarrassment that she had caused him for years. She had taken a private argument and made it very public. That is why she could not be too angry about what happened to her because she knew that she had been in the wrong as well.
Tara had humiliated her ex boyfriend Dev publicly in front of all of his friends and family. She had put up a billboard with a naked photo of him on it. This seemed to be way over the top and did not really suit the misdemeanours that he had committed. Dev later heard of a new revenge game show that was being broadcast where members of the public could write in to the show in order to get revenge on loved ones or friends that had wronged them. Tara seemed like a perfect candidate for this. She had overreacted and had humiliated Dev to an astounding degree. This time it would be Tara’s turn to face public embarrassment.
The only thing Dev was worried about was the thought that Tara may not agree to appear on the show. After all, she had no reason to. She had everything to lose and nothing to gain. Luckily, it was going to be a surprise. Tara would be approached somewhere and taken off guard. The choice would be taken away from her. It would be a set up to ensure that she received her comeuppance. Tara would be left completely exposed.
What would happen is that Tara would be approached when she was walking down Coronation Street on a specific day. Dev knew that she would be returning from work and would be on the street in the early evening. It was all arranged and the crew form the show had everything ready before she arrived. Just as everyone had hoped Tara was seen walking down the street at the perfect moment. They then ambushed her.
The people from the show came at her and stopped her in the street. They asked if her name was Tara. She confirmed that it was. They told her that she had been selected to appear on special game show. They didn’t really ask her if she wanted to appear. She wasn’t really given much of a choice. She looked a bit startled. “Ok,” was all she could say.
“Tara, our show offers the people chance to get revenge for things that have been wrongly done to them.” Tara’s mind began to race. What could they mean. Then it dawned on her. She remembered what she had done to Dev. “Oh God,” she thought to her self,” This is not good.” “We have been hearing some bad things about you Tara,” the presenter said. “Bad things, whatever do you mean,” she replied coyly. “Well, we have been told that you put up a huge billboard with a naked picture of your ex boyfriend on it. That wasn’t very nice was it?” “Well, he done some not great things either and I was mad. I suppose there is no point in denying it.” “Yes the whole town saw. It was a bit over the top wouldn’t you say.” “Yeah, I guess so,” Tara conceded.
“So, as a result of your actions, you will be punished,” the presenter said. The smile on Tara’s huge mouth was suddenly gone. This did sound serious. “Ok, Tara, may I direct your attention just to your left and behind you.” Tara turned around. What she saw shocked her. She saw a pillory set up right in the middle of Coronation Street. She instantly realized that it was for her. She was so startled that she didn’t even try to protest. She followed the presenter over to the stocks. “Look what we have all set up for you. We hope that you will be comfortable,” he said. “Oh I am sure,” Tara said sarcastically. “Your neck and wrists will be safely secured in our lovely pillory,” he said. “Oh that’s just wonderful,” Tara said.
“Now the stocks are all ready. All that needs to happen now is for those clothes to come off.” Tara looked at him,” What?,” she asked with a nervous smile. “Yes, you let the whole world see your ex naked, now it is your turn. It is only right.” Tara could not believe her ears. Of course, Tara did not want to do this at all, but she knew that she did not have much of a choice. She was sort of stuck. The world was going to see her naked. By now, some of the residents were gathering around to watch the proceedings including Dev’s daughter Amber amongst others. When she heard what was happening she was over the moon. She loved getting one over on people. Seeing her father’s ex girlfriend publicly humiliated was right up her alley. The cell phone was out and video recording was taking place.
Tara could not protest it was happening so fast. Tara was a very shy person. Truth be told, she barely ever let even Dev see her naked, let alone touch her. This was going to be a treat for him. He was going to see more of Tara tonight than he had throughout their entire relationship together. Tara reluctantly took her long dark coat off. She hesitated but slowly started to unbutton her white pin striped button down shirt. She slowly undid each button. She slowly unbuttoned them, but was told that she should speed it up. She pulled her shirt out of her trousers and then pulled her arms out. Her bra was revealed, it was plain white. It was as demur as a bra could be for her chest size. She then was instructed to do away with her trousers. She undid the button and unzipped her trousers. She reluctantly pushed them down her wide curvy hips. The black trousers slid their way down Tara’s sexy, shapely brown thighs. Her neighbours were now gathered, watching and cheering. Her legs were thick and brown. Every curve, every freckle and piece of cellulite on Tara’s body was going to be visible. The trousers fell to her ankles. She lifted one leg and then the other, stepping out of her trousers. She was stood now in just her bra and panties. The panties were normal white underwear, apart from a few embarrassing stains in certain areas. Tara tried her best to cover herself.
She was then ordered to remover her bra. She reached backwards and undid the clasps. She pulled her arms out of it and put it with her other clothes. She wrapped one arm around her breasts in an attempt to conceal them. She then used her free hand to push down her panties. It was very difficult to accomplish with one hand, she had to wiggle her hips and lift her legs. Eventually the knickers made their way to her ankles. She lifted her leg and pulled them off. She then immediately covered her vagina with her other hand. She tried to stay close to the wall, because she was unable to cover her backside as well. She also could not hide the mound of thick black pubic hair that lay between her legs. Although her hand was covering her vagina, there was so much thick bushy pubic hair, that covering all of it proved to be impossible. Tara could not believe that world was looking at her naked, slightly chubby body. Her legs and ass were luscious. Those could be seen in almost full detail already. Tara was starting to perspire now with embarrassment. Her pubic hair elicited more than a few laughs from the assembled crowd. Most women either shaved or waxed at this particular time. It was quite unusual to see a bush like Tara’s. She could see people pointing and whispering, making fun of her unshaven minge.
“So Tara, the pillory awaits,” the presenter said. Up until now, Tara thought that she had been doing a pretty good job of concealing her nudity, but she now remembered the position that she would be in when she was place in the stocks. She would be bent over, her legs spread and helpless. There would be no hiding then. All would be revealed. Tara had no choice but to follow him. He raised the top of the stocks and welcomed her. She took a deep breath and bent over, placing her neck in the large hole, followed by her hands in the two smaller ones. In doing so, she had to lean over. Her hair was moved in the correct position so it would not get caught. The presenter then lowered the top of the pillory down into place. It landed with a thud. He then locked the pillory at the side. Locking Tara in place.
She was now in position. All of Coronation Street were treated to a view of this naked Indian woman, locked in the stocks. Her naked curvy backside was high in the air. Her back was arched. Her legs were spread wide. Anyone looking from behind would have had a great view of her gaping as crack as well as a back view of her hairy pussy. Her large breasts dangled downward. She could only move a little bit. Her shapely, naked sweaty body was in position. She looked upwards and saw half of the street, including Amber watching and laughing at her.
“Now it is time for the man of the hour, Dev,” the presenter said. Everyone cheered as he entered. He had a huge smile on his face. He was shaking his arms in the air triumphantly. “Revenge is sweet my friends,” he said. “You bastard,” Tara said,” I’ll get you for this.” He looked down at his naked, prone ex girlfriend and chuckled. He was getting well deserved revenge for what Tara had done. “Now, we are not finished yet. This whole thing has been tough for Tara, so we have decided to treat her to a huge Indian feast,” the presenter said. He motioned over to the corner. In it was a buffet tabled decorated and full of Indian cuisine. “The thing is, Tara, you won’t be eating the dinner, no, you will be wearing it, instead.” Everyone including Dev cheered. Tara looked up and pouted. “Noooo!,” she squealed in a whiney, frustrated voice. “Dev, if you will sir, dinner is served. It’s on Tara.”
He started out with popadams, namely, some of their dips. It looked like mango chutney was going to be first on the menu for the evening. Mango chutney was going to be the first item that was going to be used. Dev picked up a jug of the chutney. Tara looked up at him. She begged him not to do this. “Sorry, darling,” he said sarcastically. He walked over to the beautiful naked woman before him and tipped the chutney out onto Tara’s body. The yellow viscous substance poured out onto her dark skin. He started pouring it down her back. She felt it rolling down her body. It dripped down her breasts and down her backside. He generously moved the jug back and forth over Tara’s naked body, dumping the chutney onto her body and over the top of her head. The chunky chutney stuck to the top of her head and to her black hair. Some of it rolled down onto her face. She winced and made a pained expression as she felt the chutney on her face and body.
He then took a jug of red dill dip that was also used for papadoms. It had lots of onions in it and was a deep dark red. It would stain clothing or table clothes when it touched it, but was now going to be all over Tara. Dev stood next to Tara. He bent down and looked her in the face. “I know this is one of your favourites,” he teased. “You asshole,” she said. He tipped the dill over her head. It was thick and extremely lumped. The viscous red globs plopped onto her head and rolled down over her face. Bits of the red dill stuck to Tara’s face on her cheeks and nose. Some of it rolled off of her. He then dumped the rest over her back. Some of it stuck where it landed, some of it rolled off of her body.
Next it was time for mint sauce. It was thinner and more sloppy. It was white in colour. It smelled divine. It was also a dipping sauce used for papodoms as well as for starters sometimes. This is where it was going to get very sloppy for Tara. Dev walked around Tara and decided where he was going to aim. This time he began the pouring on the small of her back. He aimed and tipped the jug. The sloppy white mess hit Tara right above her backside. She let out a squeal. Her mouth in an O shape because of the coldness of the mint sauce against her naked flesh. The sauce poured down onto her naked ass. She could feel her bulbous cheeks getting covered in mint sauce. Soon her ass was covered. She could feel it all over her butt crack. More rolled down the backs of her shapely thighs. The white mess poured down the backs of Tara’s thick legs down the backs of her knees and down her calves. The whole back end of her body was now coated in runny mint sauce. What was left, Dev poured on the top of her head and down her back. It coated her black hair and dropped down her forehead, the sides of her face and the bridge of her nose. As a final touch, Dev took a single papodom and balanced it on Tara’s backside. It stayed in place for a bit until the next mess came. It eventually fell to the floor and shattered.
“I think that the lady is ready for her starters now,” the presenter said. Dev started with a prawn puree. He took the flatbread in his hand. It was covered in prawns in a bhuna style sauce. He held it in one hand. He was careful not to let it fall or spill. He tiptoed up to Tara. He leaned over to her. He then pushed the prawn puree in her face. He rubbed it around as she gasped for breath. He still held it in his hand as he took it away. Sloppy prawns fell from Tara’s face. Some fell out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Dev then placed the puree itself on top of Tara’s head for the moment, like some sort of bizarre hat. He then took a large onion bhajee. He approached Tara. Tara had an enormous mouth. That was something that was a distinguishing feature of her face. He walked up to her. She realized that he wanted her to open her mouth. She did not know why she was cooperating this much, but she did. Dev placed the onion bhajee in his ex girlfriends mouth. She then closed her mouth, leaving part of the onion bhajee sticking out of it. She looked like a roasted pig with and apple in her mouth. Finally, he took a samosa and placed it between Tara’s butt cheeks. She clenched her cheeks in order to hold it in place. Lots of pictures were taken at this point of Tara’s humiliation. All of this and the main course had yet to be served. She wondered what was on the menu for her main courses this evening.
“I think that we will make a good start with chicken korma,” the presenter said. Dev picked up a huge container of chicken korma. It was delicious, creamy and mild. It was thick yellow colouring. It was filled with coconut and yoghurt. The pieces of chicken were soft and mushy, almost a semi solid. It was clearly delicious. The only thing better than eating it would be to pour it all over Tara’s sexy naked body. Dev was going to get the pleasure of pouring the korma all over Tara’s sexy naked body. The korma was soft and sensuous. Dev smiled as he started to pour it onto Tara. He poured it over her head. She closed her eyes. Of course the puree and samosa now fell. She closed her eyes and felt the thick glop of the korma on her head and down her face. He then poured more right across her body. Down her back, over her ass and down her legs. Bits of the chicken stuck everywhere. Her whole body dripped in the yellow korma. Her dark skin dripping in the yellow sauce. It was cold as well and very sloppy.
Chicken tikka massala would be next in its deep red sauce. Just like the korma, it was thick and creamy. It looked absolutely delicious, but it was destined to be strewn all over Tara’s naked body. He began to pour it on her. She moaned as she felt the velvety tikka massala falling onto her sexy body. She could feel the bits of chicken against her body, including on her ass and between her legs. Tikka now dripping from her hairy bush. The tick sloppy red sauce was the perfect texture to mess with. It was so sloppy. It felt lovely against her naked skin, though she would not admit it. Soon she was coated in the stuff. Dev took his hands and massaged it around on Tara’s enormous backside. She gasped and groaned.
Next Dev had some vegetable dishes for Tara. The next dish was thick and brown. It was filled with lentils and chickpeas. It was much more disgusting than what had gone before. The colour itself was quite gross looking. Dev grabbed the container and headed over to Tara. He tipped it over her head. Tara shut her eyes and gagged slightly as lentils and chickpeas flowed down her beautiful face. Her enormous head making a very nice target. Her face covered in the brown mess. He then took the container and poured more down her body. Her large breasts were soon dripping in the sloppy brown glop. Chickpeas and lentils stuck everywhere on her body.
Next was sag paneer. This is a mixture of spinach and cottage cheese. “it’s spinach time,” the presenter said. Dev took the sag paneer and started to pour it onto Tara. It felt slimy on her body. He poured it over head and then down her body. Spinach stuck to her hair. It was a deep dark green. She felt the spinach slithering all over her body. She could feel it on her ass and pussy as well as down her legs. It was piled high on her backside. She wiggled her rear end as best she could. Tara could now feel that her pubic hair was now full of spinach. It was matted in the green mess. She never thought that she would be spending an afternoon cleaning spinach out of her pubic hair. Spinach now draped her all over.
“Now, all Indian meals need rice don’t they? How about some basmati rice?,” the presenter said. “basmati is Tara’s favourite rice,” Dev replied. “What a coincidence.” Dev was handed a container of basmati rice. He took it over to Tara and began to sprinkle it all over her body from head to toe. It stuck to the mess that was already all over her body. Soon her legs and backside were peppered in the rice. He poured more over her back. The last bit of it he poured over head. “We almost forgot the nan bread,” the presenter said. He gave Dev two nan breads. Dev walked over to Tara’s backside with them. She wondered what he was going to do with them. Dev took the bread and much to everyone’s surprise, smacked Tara’s bottom with one of them. He then did the same with the other. He spanked Tara’s ass with the nan breads. It did not hurt in any way, but she squealed with laughter, begging him to stop.
Everyone applauded for Tara. She was left in the stocks for awhile longer while people took photos, including Amber. Amber leaned over to her,” You have never looked better,” she laughed. Tara only scowled. Eventually she was freed from the pillory. She stood up. She was dripping in curry and mess. She was slathered from head to toe. Spinach covered her hair and stuck to her pubic hair. There was no need to cover up now. Dev had his revenge. No one could say that Tara did not get what she deserved. She was now naked and dripping in slop. She did look amazing.
No one would ever look at Tara the same way on the street again, but she had put an enormous naked photo of her boyfriend on display in the street. She was furious with Dev anyway, although he had to live the embarrassment that she had caused him for years. She had taken a private argument and made it very public. That is why she could not be too angry about what happened to her because she knew that she had been in the wrong as well.
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
KPIC reporters pie gallery
Hi Everyone,
I have posted photos of the KPIC reporters getting pied on Tellygunge. In case anyone wanted stills. I know the clip has been seen already by most everyone. The link is below.
http://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2013/02/27/kpic-reporters-pie-gallery/
I have posted photos of the KPIC reporters getting pied on Tellygunge. In case anyone wanted stills. I know the clip has been seen already by most everyone. The link is below.
http://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2013/02/27/kpic-reporters-pie-gallery/
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Anne Hathaway a special award
Anne Hathaway a special award
I had decided to do a comedic version of awards for the cinema, in the spirit of awards season. I decide that I would give the award for best actress to Anne Hathaway’s ass in the Dark Knight Rises. It really just was for fun. Just on a whim, I decided that I would contact Anne Hathaway’s agents and tell them. I did not expect a response back, at least not a positive one. Much to my absolute shock, I got a response saying that Miss Hathaway would like to accept the award in person, on behalf of her ass. I could not believe that this was happening. I did not even have an award. I would have to go out and get one. I thought that they were just having me on, for the longest time. I never really expected the famous actress to arrive. I was very shocked when she did just that.
She walked out of her car and walked towards me. She was in catwoman mode now rather than her normal self. She began talking in the voice that she had used in the Dark Knight Rises. “I am amazed that you are here. This is amazing,” I said. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said in her Catwoman voice, “ I heard an award was involved. I love getting awards,” she said in her sexy voice. “Ok, then let’s do the presentation then,” I said. “Let’s,” she said, semi sarcastically and very provocatively.
We put on some cameras and started taping it. I had made a mock up of a podium, as if it were a real award show. “Ok, I would like to present the award for best actress. The award goes to, Anne Hathaway’s ass in the Dark Knight Rises.” Anne gave a smile and walked forward. She took the award into her hand and gave me a hug. “Now, I’m afraid that my ass is very shy and doesn’t like to speak very much, so I am will accept the award on its behalf. My ass is very honoured to receive a prestigious award like this one. It has worked long and hard to improve its craft. I believe that it has really developed and blossomed over the years. My ass had to really work hard to find this character. My ass has quite a lot people to thank. Mainly we have to thank the writers, directors and producers for choosing to feature my ass so heavily in the film. It was given so much screen time and was give the chance to really steal the show. My ass was given such a pivotal role in the film. It really was one of the keys to making the film such a success. This was the role that my ass was born to play. But none of it would have been possible if it weren’t for the producers and directors giving my ass the opportunity to be viewed by so many audiences around the world. To think that people all across the world are watching my ass and getting enjoyment from its performance is truly a gift. My ass would want to thank the wardrobe department as well as makeup for spending hours upon hours doing their best to make my ass look good. Most people do not know this , but my ass has its own stylist. The camera man also played a vital role, getting the perfect shots and angles to off my ass at its absolute best. Of course I would like to thank the fans. I thank everyone who has supported my ass and who has been positive about my ass over the years. My ass really appreciates it. My ass also asked me to thank the academy. My ass appreciates this award. It is happy that it has been recognised. It thanks you.”
I smiled as she gave her speech. She bowed and then walked up to me. “You know, I just indulged your little fantasy and me and my ass are truly honoured for the award, but do you think that you could indulge a little fantasy of mine,” she asked in her sexiest voice. “Sure, of course,” I replied. “Here get the bags from the backseat of the car,” she said, handing me the car keys. I went out and opened the car, lifting the shopping bags. I noticed that in them were a lot of food items. I locked the car and returned to Anne, wondering what she might have in mind. “Good, it’s all there. I have a confession to make, but you have to promise you will tell no one.” “Of course, it’ll be our secret,” I replied. “Well, I like to get messy. I do it on my own usually, not even my partner knows about it. No one knows. I would like to keep it that way, but I wanted to try it with someone doing it with me.” “That sounds lovely, I would enjoy that as well.” “Good, we have a deal then. Get the whipped cream,” she demanded.
She grabbed the aerosol bottle of squirty cream from me. She lifted her leg up, putting her stiletto heeled boot up on my knee. She then sensually aimed the whipped cream nozzle at the bottom of her boot. She pressed the button and began spraying the cream onto her boot and leg. She twirled it slowly around her leg as she made her way up her calf. She sprayed her leg up and down in whipped cream, spiralling it around her leg as she went up it. She took it nice and slow, both of us admiring her form as she went along. When that boot was covered, she then switched legs, putting the other up on my knee. She then took the can and aimed it at her ankle, just as she had done with her other leg. The soppy, soft cream barely stuck to her leg as it began to melt, losing form and running down her leg and heel, some of it down onto my trousers from her foot and heel. When the can was empty, she flung it over her shoulder across the room.
She then grabbed another. She gave her famous catwoman, I don’t care look as she casually picked up another can of whipped cream. She shook it up and tossed the cap aside. She kept her leg as it was, but put her hand on the back of my neck. She leaned backwards, arching her back. She pushed her crotched forward, inches from my face. She was wearing skin tight catwoman clothing, so most of the curves of her body we very visible, right through her black clothing. She then took the whipped cream with her other hand and aimed it at her crotch. The sound of the aerosol exuding its soft, smooth white creaminess through its nozzle straight onto Anne’s loins, covered only in very tight black material was a site that I would never forget. She squeezed the nozzle and slowly released the creamy white substance upon her heaving nether regions. It exploded in a gush of sloppy cream onto her thinly covered under region. She moved the can upwards, covering her lap and releasing whipped cream up her tummy. The creamy mess starting to cover her tight black outfit. She jiggled her hips.
She then aimed the whipped cream at her tight little breasts. She used the whipped cream to make a large circle on each breast. She then made large whipped cream circles, circling her breasts. She then poured the rest of the whipped cream down her side. She then grabbed another can of whipped cream. She handed it to me. She looked at me. “Get my ass,” she demanded,” You seem to like it so much.” She turned around. She bent down, pushing her shapely rear end straight in my face. “Come on, let me have it,” she asked. I pushed the release of the whipped cream, aiming in at the top of Anne’s shapely ass. I pushed it downward, following her visible butt crack downwards. I then went up again spraying Anne’s shapely ass cheeks with whipped cream as a went. She closed her eyes and let out a satisfied moan as I slowly covered that entire backside in sloppy whipped cream. She wiggled her cheeks back and forth, her whole posterior covered in whipped cream.
She then grabbed a pie in one hand and turned around. “Pie me,” she demanded, handing me the pie. She leaned forward over me. Her face was now inches away from mine. I could almost smell her breath. “Pie me,” she repeated, this time in a whisper. I leaned back and then pushed the pie forward into Anne’s face. It landed with a splat. She quickly closed her eyes and then opened them again. Her face covered in the creamy pie. She wiggled her mouth around. She then grabbed a second pie. “The ass,” she demanded. She turned around again, thrusting her bodacious backside into my face. I took the pie and quickly smushed it into her awaiting rear end. I pushed it into her firm buttocks. I move it round and round, smearing pie all over the entirely of her shapely posterior. I pushed it down the backs of her thighs as well, leaving them creamed.
“Let’s get the custard, “ she said next. She reached over and grabbed a massive bowl that was heaping with custard. She moved back into the position that she had been in before. She then tipped the concave bowl over onto her breasts and let the thick, lumpy yellow custard dribble down onto her chest and down her stomach.. It flowed straight down her body, coating most of her skin tight black outfit in yellow glop. It was soft and cool. Some of it fell across her leg, down her knee and onto my trousers. She took her hands and squeezed her own breasts, massaging herself in the custard as she went along. She sensuously moved her hands around in the thick custard that covered her body. She rubbed her stomach and legs. She then reached back and proceeded to rub more custard around all over her sexy backside. She then lifted one of her hands from the custard that covered most of her body. She stuck out her index finger. She then sexually stuck her tongue out. She then moved her finger closer to her tongue. The two touched and she began to lick and suck the custard from her finger. She took her time and did it as slowly and sensually as possible. “Yummy,” she said.
She then got out a bottle of chocolate syrup and a bottle of caramel syrup. She took one in each of her hands. She held then in front of her. She still stood in the position with one foot perched on my knee. She reached out with the bottles and began to squeeze. Streams of sticky light brown and dark brown mess began to be criss crossed across her body. She reached out and moved her arms back and forth as she squeezed. The mess poured onto her body, but also was getting all over me in the process as well. She blindly squeezed the contents of the bottle across herself and me in the process over and over again until the bottles were empty. The browns would not have normally showed up on her all black clothing very well, but due to the whipped cream and custard, the browns were very visible. They could be seen over the top of the mounds of mess that were already all over her.
She then pushed her hands into a blob of the collected mess that was on her stomach. She collected it and then playfully pushed it into my face. “You didn’t think that you would get away totally clean did you?,” she asked. She smiled for the first time. She began to walk away. “You know there are much better asses in Hollywood. I am not worthy. Thanks for a fun time. I do appreciate it,” she said. She then walked off to the car and hopped in. She did not clean herself off or anything like that . She just drove off into the sunset.
I thought to myself that no one was ever going to believe this. When I really thought about it, I thought about how kind and generous Miss Hathaway had actually been, giving her time and of herself the way she did. Of course she was acting in her catwoman persona, but she had been kind to humour me. I wrote her a thank you letter afterwards, because she really deserved it.
For some lovely naked pics of Anne Hathaway in Love and Other Drugs, see the below links. Be warned she is fully naked. Some nice shots of her backside as well.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxjazr_anne-hathaway-love-and-other-drugs-hd-slow-motion-2_people?search_algo=2
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxjb0l_anne-hathaway-love-and-other-drugs-hd-slow-motion-4_people
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxjb08_anne-hathaway-love-and-other-drugs-hd-slow-motion-3_people
I had decided to do a comedic version of awards for the cinema, in the spirit of awards season. I decide that I would give the award for best actress to Anne Hathaway’s ass in the Dark Knight Rises. It really just was for fun. Just on a whim, I decided that I would contact Anne Hathaway’s agents and tell them. I did not expect a response back, at least not a positive one. Much to my absolute shock, I got a response saying that Miss Hathaway would like to accept the award in person, on behalf of her ass. I could not believe that this was happening. I did not even have an award. I would have to go out and get one. I thought that they were just having me on, for the longest time. I never really expected the famous actress to arrive. I was very shocked when she did just that.
She walked out of her car and walked towards me. She was in catwoman mode now rather than her normal self. She began talking in the voice that she had used in the Dark Knight Rises. “I am amazed that you are here. This is amazing,” I said. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said in her Catwoman voice, “ I heard an award was involved. I love getting awards,” she said in her sexy voice. “Ok, then let’s do the presentation then,” I said. “Let’s,” she said, semi sarcastically and very provocatively.
We put on some cameras and started taping it. I had made a mock up of a podium, as if it were a real award show. “Ok, I would like to present the award for best actress. The award goes to, Anne Hathaway’s ass in the Dark Knight Rises.” Anne gave a smile and walked forward. She took the award into her hand and gave me a hug. “Now, I’m afraid that my ass is very shy and doesn’t like to speak very much, so I am will accept the award on its behalf. My ass is very honoured to receive a prestigious award like this one. It has worked long and hard to improve its craft. I believe that it has really developed and blossomed over the years. My ass had to really work hard to find this character. My ass has quite a lot people to thank. Mainly we have to thank the writers, directors and producers for choosing to feature my ass so heavily in the film. It was given so much screen time and was give the chance to really steal the show. My ass was given such a pivotal role in the film. It really was one of the keys to making the film such a success. This was the role that my ass was born to play. But none of it would have been possible if it weren’t for the producers and directors giving my ass the opportunity to be viewed by so many audiences around the world. To think that people all across the world are watching my ass and getting enjoyment from its performance is truly a gift. My ass would want to thank the wardrobe department as well as makeup for spending hours upon hours doing their best to make my ass look good. Most people do not know this , but my ass has its own stylist. The camera man also played a vital role, getting the perfect shots and angles to off my ass at its absolute best. Of course I would like to thank the fans. I thank everyone who has supported my ass and who has been positive about my ass over the years. My ass really appreciates it. My ass also asked me to thank the academy. My ass appreciates this award. It is happy that it has been recognised. It thanks you.”
I smiled as she gave her speech. She bowed and then walked up to me. “You know, I just indulged your little fantasy and me and my ass are truly honoured for the award, but do you think that you could indulge a little fantasy of mine,” she asked in her sexiest voice. “Sure, of course,” I replied. “Here get the bags from the backseat of the car,” she said, handing me the car keys. I went out and opened the car, lifting the shopping bags. I noticed that in them were a lot of food items. I locked the car and returned to Anne, wondering what she might have in mind. “Good, it’s all there. I have a confession to make, but you have to promise you will tell no one.” “Of course, it’ll be our secret,” I replied. “Well, I like to get messy. I do it on my own usually, not even my partner knows about it. No one knows. I would like to keep it that way, but I wanted to try it with someone doing it with me.” “That sounds lovely, I would enjoy that as well.” “Good, we have a deal then. Get the whipped cream,” she demanded.
She grabbed the aerosol bottle of squirty cream from me. She lifted her leg up, putting her stiletto heeled boot up on my knee. She then sensually aimed the whipped cream nozzle at the bottom of her boot. She pressed the button and began spraying the cream onto her boot and leg. She twirled it slowly around her leg as she made her way up her calf. She sprayed her leg up and down in whipped cream, spiralling it around her leg as she went up it. She took it nice and slow, both of us admiring her form as she went along. When that boot was covered, she then switched legs, putting the other up on my knee. She then took the can and aimed it at her ankle, just as she had done with her other leg. The soppy, soft cream barely stuck to her leg as it began to melt, losing form and running down her leg and heel, some of it down onto my trousers from her foot and heel. When the can was empty, she flung it over her shoulder across the room.
She then grabbed another. She gave her famous catwoman, I don’t care look as she casually picked up another can of whipped cream. She shook it up and tossed the cap aside. She kept her leg as it was, but put her hand on the back of my neck. She leaned backwards, arching her back. She pushed her crotched forward, inches from my face. She was wearing skin tight catwoman clothing, so most of the curves of her body we very visible, right through her black clothing. She then took the whipped cream with her other hand and aimed it at her crotch. The sound of the aerosol exuding its soft, smooth white creaminess through its nozzle straight onto Anne’s loins, covered only in very tight black material was a site that I would never forget. She squeezed the nozzle and slowly released the creamy white substance upon her heaving nether regions. It exploded in a gush of sloppy cream onto her thinly covered under region. She moved the can upwards, covering her lap and releasing whipped cream up her tummy. The creamy mess starting to cover her tight black outfit. She jiggled her hips.
She then aimed the whipped cream at her tight little breasts. She used the whipped cream to make a large circle on each breast. She then made large whipped cream circles, circling her breasts. She then poured the rest of the whipped cream down her side. She then grabbed another can of whipped cream. She handed it to me. She looked at me. “Get my ass,” she demanded,” You seem to like it so much.” She turned around. She bent down, pushing her shapely rear end straight in my face. “Come on, let me have it,” she asked. I pushed the release of the whipped cream, aiming in at the top of Anne’s shapely ass. I pushed it downward, following her visible butt crack downwards. I then went up again spraying Anne’s shapely ass cheeks with whipped cream as a went. She closed her eyes and let out a satisfied moan as I slowly covered that entire backside in sloppy whipped cream. She wiggled her cheeks back and forth, her whole posterior covered in whipped cream.
She then grabbed a pie in one hand and turned around. “Pie me,” she demanded, handing me the pie. She leaned forward over me. Her face was now inches away from mine. I could almost smell her breath. “Pie me,” she repeated, this time in a whisper. I leaned back and then pushed the pie forward into Anne’s face. It landed with a splat. She quickly closed her eyes and then opened them again. Her face covered in the creamy pie. She wiggled her mouth around. She then grabbed a second pie. “The ass,” she demanded. She turned around again, thrusting her bodacious backside into my face. I took the pie and quickly smushed it into her awaiting rear end. I pushed it into her firm buttocks. I move it round and round, smearing pie all over the entirely of her shapely posterior. I pushed it down the backs of her thighs as well, leaving them creamed.
“Let’s get the custard, “ she said next. She reached over and grabbed a massive bowl that was heaping with custard. She moved back into the position that she had been in before. She then tipped the concave bowl over onto her breasts and let the thick, lumpy yellow custard dribble down onto her chest and down her stomach.. It flowed straight down her body, coating most of her skin tight black outfit in yellow glop. It was soft and cool. Some of it fell across her leg, down her knee and onto my trousers. She took her hands and squeezed her own breasts, massaging herself in the custard as she went along. She sensuously moved her hands around in the thick custard that covered her body. She rubbed her stomach and legs. She then reached back and proceeded to rub more custard around all over her sexy backside. She then lifted one of her hands from the custard that covered most of her body. She stuck out her index finger. She then sexually stuck her tongue out. She then moved her finger closer to her tongue. The two touched and she began to lick and suck the custard from her finger. She took her time and did it as slowly and sensually as possible. “Yummy,” she said.
She then got out a bottle of chocolate syrup and a bottle of caramel syrup. She took one in each of her hands. She held then in front of her. She still stood in the position with one foot perched on my knee. She reached out with the bottles and began to squeeze. Streams of sticky light brown and dark brown mess began to be criss crossed across her body. She reached out and moved her arms back and forth as she squeezed. The mess poured onto her body, but also was getting all over me in the process as well. She blindly squeezed the contents of the bottle across herself and me in the process over and over again until the bottles were empty. The browns would not have normally showed up on her all black clothing very well, but due to the whipped cream and custard, the browns were very visible. They could be seen over the top of the mounds of mess that were already all over her.
She then pushed her hands into a blob of the collected mess that was on her stomach. She collected it and then playfully pushed it into my face. “You didn’t think that you would get away totally clean did you?,” she asked. She smiled for the first time. She began to walk away. “You know there are much better asses in Hollywood. I am not worthy. Thanks for a fun time. I do appreciate it,” she said. She then walked off to the car and hopped in. She did not clean herself off or anything like that . She just drove off into the sunset.
I thought to myself that no one was ever going to believe this. When I really thought about it, I thought about how kind and generous Miss Hathaway had actually been, giving her time and of herself the way she did. Of course she was acting in her catwoman persona, but she had been kind to humour me. I wrote her a thank you letter afterwards, because she really deserved it.
For some lovely naked pics of Anne Hathaway in Love and Other Drugs, see the below links. Be warned she is fully naked. Some nice shots of her backside as well.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxjazr_anne-hathaway-love-and-other-drugs-hd-slow-motion-2_people?search_algo=2
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxjb0l_anne-hathaway-love-and-other-drugs-hd-slow-motion-4_people
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxjb08_anne-hathaway-love-and-other-drugs-hd-slow-motion-3_people
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Saturdays giving till it hurts
Saturdays giving till it hurts
The Saturdays are five of the hottest women in the music industry. Una, Frankie, Vanessa, Rochelle and Molly are all incredibly sexy in their own right. They all look amazing if very different from one another. They also do tons of performances wearing skirts, short dresses or hot pants. None of them were afraid of showing a little skin from time to time. They were also quite kind and generous women as well. They did not mind donating there time for charity. They did not hesitate when asked to do things for red nose day or comic relief. They were more than happy to take part.
This year they were approached to make some at risk young people’s dream come true. It just so happened that there was a group of five teenagers whose fantasy was hitting a member of the Saturdays with a pie. The group was faced with the decision of whether or not to allow these young people to mess them up on national television. They were a bit nervous, but , at the end of the day, they did not have very much choice in the matter. How could they possibly turn down a request from these vulnerable teenagers. The whole band was going to get it this time. None of them was going to be spared. It was going to be embarrassing for sure. Some of them were more nervous than others. Some of the girls had gotten messy before but nothing like this. They knew a lot of people would enjoy this, including ex boyfriends and people from their record label.
Like almost always, the Saturdays were dressed in similar very short skirts, ready for their appearance. It seemed that every time they were in public, the short skirts followed. Everyone watching was in for a nice view of five of the sexiest pair of female legs in the world. Each one of the girls was spectacular in her own way. Everyone seemed to have their favourite. They all had different body types and ethnicities. They were about to get very messy for the cause of charity. They tried not to think too much about it, but it was going to be very embarrassing for them, there was no doubt about that.
The atmosphere in the studio was electric. Everyone had heard about what the Saturdays would be doing for Charity. The whole studio was buzzing with anticipation. The guys wanted to see them get messy for obvious reasons. The females wanted to see them get messy because of jealously over their looks and fame. The Saturdays watched on from backstage as the teenagers who would be messing them were brought out and introduced. There would be no escape for them now, this was really going to happen. They did wonder why these youngsters were so motivated to mess them up, but it was their wish so, it was going to come true, no matter what the reasons for it.
The Saturdays were then welcomed into the studio. They walked in a line into the studio. They smiled and waived, though they were feeling quite awkward about the whole situation at this point. “So, can you tell everyone why you are here tonight?,” the hostess asked the girls. “Well, we are here to make these very special young people’s dream come true.,” Frankie said with a smile. “What dream would that be?,” the hostess asked coyly, already knowing the answer. “Well, it seems that these young people have the dream to get the Saturdays very messy,” Rochelle said. “I can’t believe that you are going to let them do that to you. You lot are very brave. They are very good sports aren’t they? You are much braver than I would be.” the hostess said.
“Ok, let’s make a line then. If Una can stand first right here,” the hostess said, showing the girls where to stand. “Then, Molly, Vanessa, Rochelle and Frankie. If you stand about three feet apart facing this way please,” she said. The girls took their places and instructed. “Now, the young people are each going to choose a member of the Saturdays. I want you to choose and then walk over and stand opposite your chosen group member. You will be partners for the rest of the day.” They conferred with one another for a minute and then each walked over and took their position across from the members of the Saturdays. The Saturdays looked across at their partners for the day nervously.
“Now, why did you select who you did? Let’s go down the line,” the hostess said. She started with the girl who had chosen Una. She had black curly hair and freckles. “I picked Una because she has an Irish background and I do as well,” the girl said in an Irish accent. She then moved onto Molly. The Girl standing across from her was slightly chubby and had glasses. “I chose Molly, because she looks so perfect. She is so thin and blonde and pretty. I want to get her all messed up.” Molly laughed,” I guess if anyone is going to mess you up that is the nicest reason they could give,” she said. The girl across from Vanessa had spiky pinkish blonde hair. She looked like she may be a punk or possibly as lesbian. “I chose Vanessa, because she is the most voluptuous of the group. She is slightly chubby and I like that,” the girl explained. Next it was the girl across from Rochelle. The girl across from her was a skinny black girl with frizzy hair. “I chose Rochelle because she is with one of the members of JLS and I want to teach her a lesson.” “I think I am in trouble,” Rochelle said with a laugh. Finally, it was time for the girl across from Frankie. The girl was a pretty but scruffy looking girl. “I picked Frankie because she is the one most people find the most attractive. It will be fun to get her all dirty,” she said. “All brilliant reasons,” the hostess said,” I think you guys are in trouble,” she joked.
“Now, we have five towels here. We will lay them out right in front of the Saturdays like so,” she took each of the towels and laid each one out on the ground in front of each of the members of the group. “Now, ladies, I want you all to kneel down on the towels in front of you. You will then be more on eye level with your partners.” It would also give them easier access when pouring the mess and throwing the pies. The Saturdays looked at one another and reluctantly bent their knees and kneeled. They were now on their knees facing their partners. “Now, I want you to place your hands behind your backs and leave them there.” The young people giggled. The Saturdays looked at one another nervously, but complied to what they were asked. They were now all in a row, on their knees with their hands behind their backs.
“Now, we just happen to have five lovely creamy pies all ready to go. Now, Vanessa, do you have any idea what those pies are going to be used for?,” the hostess asked. “They are probably going to end up in our faces,” Vanessa replied. “That is absolutely correct.” The audience cheered and the young people laughed and smiled. They looked at one another and said things such as,” Yes, I can’t wait to do this.” The Saturdays laughed nervously with worried faces. “Well let’s bring them out. We have one for you and one for you and one for you,” the hostess said. She gave one pie to each of the young people stood across from the Saturdays. They looked up at the young people, laughing. They begged them not to do this. All the while the young people were smiling and relishing this moment, taunting them with the pies. The Saturdays looking up at the pies that were destined to be in their faces in only a matter of minutes. The young people held the pies inches from their awaiting faces as the moment that everyone had waited for quickly approached.
“Ok, everyone, here we go, the moment if truth,” the hostess said,” On the count of three, I want you to nail them. Let’s get them as sloppy as possible.” The girls smiled. Rochelle smiled nervously. Vanessa begged her partner not to do it. The countdown began. The audience and the young people all began to count in unison. “Three, two, one.” The Saturdays scrunched up their faces, their hands still behind their backs. When the countdown hit one, in an instant, the five young people leaned forward and as hard as they could, pushed the five pies into the faces of the members of the Saturdays. In succession there were five thuds as the sound of pies meeting faces echoed. Una, Molly, Vanessa, Rochelle and Frankie now all came face to face with pies. The young people playfully twisted the pies around in their famous counterpart’s faces. The laughter in the studio was deafening. The young people relished every minute of doing this to the celebrities in front of them. The made sure to hit the girls as hard as they could and to rub the pies around as much as they could, getting the maximum enjoyment out of every moment.
When they finally took a step backwards, they revealed the five members of the famous girl group, now covered in creamy pie. The young people took a step back and admired what they had done. They enjoyed the view of the pied celebrities. They pointed and laughed at the girls. The Saturdays looked over at each other, all five of them covered in pie. Una frowned and looked blankly ahead as pie came away from the top of her forehead. Molly sexy teeth and eyes shown through as the she smiled and laughed, the rest of her face entirely coated in thick pie. Vanessa’s chubby face and beautiful soft hair were completely covered in the sloppiness of pie. She used her hand to allow some of the blobs to fall off of her hair. Rochelle pointed and laughed at the girl who had pied her. She licked her lips and made funny faces. Her darker skin looking amazing covered in the white cream from the pie. The pie also hallowed her neck and bare shoulders. Frankie’s face and most of her short hair were covered in pie. She had her famous short haircut, but it was unrecognisable as it was covered in pie. She seemed to get the worst of it, as she had the shortest hair, her face took more of the pie. She looked up with her wide doe like eyes. Her sexy face now a mask of cream pie. The young people had certainly taken pleasure in humiliating the celebrities before them. The camera panned across and showed close ups of each of the Saturdays’ pied faces. It then showed a shot of all five of them as they were, kneeled down together.
“Now, if that wasn’t enough, we are not through,” the hostess said,” You may have noticed that we also have five buckets here today as well. I bet everyone can guess what is going to happen to the contents of those buckets.” The put the microphone up to Frankie’s mouth,” I would guess that they were going to get poured over our heads,” Frankie said sarcastically. “That is absolutely correct Frankie. You are so good at this,” she teased,” Now each of our special guests will now go over and select one bucket each. Can you please come over and select one bucket. Then if you can take your bucket, and this time I would like you to stand behind you partner for the day. Saturdays, you can stay where you are.” The Saturdays looked at one another, knowing that they were all about to get even messier.
The young people walked over and looked inside the buckets. They each selected one and then returned to their position, this time stood behind their partner, as was requested. The buckets were each filled with a different colour gunge. Una’s was green, Molly’s was yellow, Vanessa’s was purple, Rochelle’s was light blue and Frankie’s was pink. “Ok ladies, when I say go, it is time to let them have it. Is everyone ready? Ok then here we go. On your marks, get set, go,” the hostess said. The young people lifted their buckets In the air. The Saturdays quivered in anticipation. They were still on their knees with their hands behind their backs. They all gave comical, pained looks as they braced themselves for the gunge that was about to fall on them. The young people all raised and tipped their buckets over the heads of the beautiful girl group that kneeled below them, aiming the gunge onto them. The ladies squealed as all five of them felt the sloppy gunge pour down over their heads.
Una closed her eyes and looked downwards as the slimy gunge coated the top of her head, covering most of her brown hair and cascaded over her face. She shook her head slightly as gunge dripped from her forehead and down her back. Her arms were covered in green mess as she tried to keep her head downward as she was covered. Molly laughed and squealed as the gunge poured down over her face. Her face teeth could be seen through the gunge. She gave a bemused expression . She laughed to herself as if to say, “ I can’t believe that this is really happening.” Vanessa bit her lip as thick, gloppy purple gunge poured onto her lovely soft, silky dark hair and all over her slightly chubby body. She stuck her tongue out as she attempted to wipe some of the mess away from her hair. The gunge was all over her cheeks and down her shoulders. Her ample breasts were completely coated in the gunge now. She was by far the shyest and least self confident of the group. She was the most embarrassed to have this happening to her. Rochelle looked up as the gunge poured over her face. She laughed and squealed. She smiled and stuck her tongue out as gunge poured over her beautiful face. The young lady above her was having no mercy upon her whatsoever. She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips. Soon her face was submerged in thick sloppy gunge. She knew her famous partner would be loving every second of seeing this happen to her. Meanwhile hundreds of male fans enjoyed seeing Frankie get the gunge poured over her head. She hunched her shoulders as the gunge was poured liberally all over her body. Her tanned skin covered in thick mess. Her short haircut now slathered in red mess. The gunge swirled around as it was poured back and forth across Frankie. Her expensive dress getting covered and ruined in the process.
The young people stood back and smiled. They celebrated together, enjoying what they had just done immensely. The Saturdays sat laughing and shaking their heads, all five of them totally covered in gunge of different colours. “So, how was that?,” the hostess asked the young people. “Incredible,” one of them said,” Best time ever!” “How was it for you girls?,” the hostess asked the Saturdays. “We are glad that they enjoyed themselves. They deserve it. We are glad that we could be of service,” Frankie said. The rest just looked up and laughed. The five of them covered in gunge. The camera panned across showing each one in close up all with embarrassed, annoying or laughing expressions on their faces.
“Well, let’s give them a hand, they were such good sports. They really took it well. I hope everyone appreciates it because they got drenched.” Everyone cheered and applauded. The girls looked up graciously. They all got to their feet and waived, wiping as much of the gunge away as they could. They shook the young people’s hands. Overall, it had not been the worst experience of their lives, although their friends, family and people in the music and entertainment business were not going to let them live it down for a long, long time to come.
The Saturdays are five of the hottest women in the music industry. Una, Frankie, Vanessa, Rochelle and Molly are all incredibly sexy in their own right. They all look amazing if very different from one another. They also do tons of performances wearing skirts, short dresses or hot pants. None of them were afraid of showing a little skin from time to time. They were also quite kind and generous women as well. They did not mind donating there time for charity. They did not hesitate when asked to do things for red nose day or comic relief. They were more than happy to take part.
This year they were approached to make some at risk young people’s dream come true. It just so happened that there was a group of five teenagers whose fantasy was hitting a member of the Saturdays with a pie. The group was faced with the decision of whether or not to allow these young people to mess them up on national television. They were a bit nervous, but , at the end of the day, they did not have very much choice in the matter. How could they possibly turn down a request from these vulnerable teenagers. The whole band was going to get it this time. None of them was going to be spared. It was going to be embarrassing for sure. Some of them were more nervous than others. Some of the girls had gotten messy before but nothing like this. They knew a lot of people would enjoy this, including ex boyfriends and people from their record label.
Like almost always, the Saturdays were dressed in similar very short skirts, ready for their appearance. It seemed that every time they were in public, the short skirts followed. Everyone watching was in for a nice view of five of the sexiest pair of female legs in the world. Each one of the girls was spectacular in her own way. Everyone seemed to have their favourite. They all had different body types and ethnicities. They were about to get very messy for the cause of charity. They tried not to think too much about it, but it was going to be very embarrassing for them, there was no doubt about that.
The atmosphere in the studio was electric. Everyone had heard about what the Saturdays would be doing for Charity. The whole studio was buzzing with anticipation. The guys wanted to see them get messy for obvious reasons. The females wanted to see them get messy because of jealously over their looks and fame. The Saturdays watched on from backstage as the teenagers who would be messing them were brought out and introduced. There would be no escape for them now, this was really going to happen. They did wonder why these youngsters were so motivated to mess them up, but it was their wish so, it was going to come true, no matter what the reasons for it.
The Saturdays were then welcomed into the studio. They walked in a line into the studio. They smiled and waived, though they were feeling quite awkward about the whole situation at this point. “So, can you tell everyone why you are here tonight?,” the hostess asked the girls. “Well, we are here to make these very special young people’s dream come true.,” Frankie said with a smile. “What dream would that be?,” the hostess asked coyly, already knowing the answer. “Well, it seems that these young people have the dream to get the Saturdays very messy,” Rochelle said. “I can’t believe that you are going to let them do that to you. You lot are very brave. They are very good sports aren’t they? You are much braver than I would be.” the hostess said.
“Ok, let’s make a line then. If Una can stand first right here,” the hostess said, showing the girls where to stand. “Then, Molly, Vanessa, Rochelle and Frankie. If you stand about three feet apart facing this way please,” she said. The girls took their places and instructed. “Now, the young people are each going to choose a member of the Saturdays. I want you to choose and then walk over and stand opposite your chosen group member. You will be partners for the rest of the day.” They conferred with one another for a minute and then each walked over and took their position across from the members of the Saturdays. The Saturdays looked across at their partners for the day nervously.
“Now, why did you select who you did? Let’s go down the line,” the hostess said. She started with the girl who had chosen Una. She had black curly hair and freckles. “I picked Una because she has an Irish background and I do as well,” the girl said in an Irish accent. She then moved onto Molly. The Girl standing across from her was slightly chubby and had glasses. “I chose Molly, because she looks so perfect. She is so thin and blonde and pretty. I want to get her all messed up.” Molly laughed,” I guess if anyone is going to mess you up that is the nicest reason they could give,” she said. The girl across from Vanessa had spiky pinkish blonde hair. She looked like she may be a punk or possibly as lesbian. “I chose Vanessa, because she is the most voluptuous of the group. She is slightly chubby and I like that,” the girl explained. Next it was the girl across from Rochelle. The girl across from her was a skinny black girl with frizzy hair. “I chose Rochelle because she is with one of the members of JLS and I want to teach her a lesson.” “I think I am in trouble,” Rochelle said with a laugh. Finally, it was time for the girl across from Frankie. The girl was a pretty but scruffy looking girl. “I picked Frankie because she is the one most people find the most attractive. It will be fun to get her all dirty,” she said. “All brilliant reasons,” the hostess said,” I think you guys are in trouble,” she joked.
“Now, we have five towels here. We will lay them out right in front of the Saturdays like so,” she took each of the towels and laid each one out on the ground in front of each of the members of the group. “Now, ladies, I want you all to kneel down on the towels in front of you. You will then be more on eye level with your partners.” It would also give them easier access when pouring the mess and throwing the pies. The Saturdays looked at one another and reluctantly bent their knees and kneeled. They were now on their knees facing their partners. “Now, I want you to place your hands behind your backs and leave them there.” The young people giggled. The Saturdays looked at one another nervously, but complied to what they were asked. They were now all in a row, on their knees with their hands behind their backs.
“Now, we just happen to have five lovely creamy pies all ready to go. Now, Vanessa, do you have any idea what those pies are going to be used for?,” the hostess asked. “They are probably going to end up in our faces,” Vanessa replied. “That is absolutely correct.” The audience cheered and the young people laughed and smiled. They looked at one another and said things such as,” Yes, I can’t wait to do this.” The Saturdays laughed nervously with worried faces. “Well let’s bring them out. We have one for you and one for you and one for you,” the hostess said. She gave one pie to each of the young people stood across from the Saturdays. They looked up at the young people, laughing. They begged them not to do this. All the while the young people were smiling and relishing this moment, taunting them with the pies. The Saturdays looking up at the pies that were destined to be in their faces in only a matter of minutes. The young people held the pies inches from their awaiting faces as the moment that everyone had waited for quickly approached.
“Ok, everyone, here we go, the moment if truth,” the hostess said,” On the count of three, I want you to nail them. Let’s get them as sloppy as possible.” The girls smiled. Rochelle smiled nervously. Vanessa begged her partner not to do it. The countdown began. The audience and the young people all began to count in unison. “Three, two, one.” The Saturdays scrunched up their faces, their hands still behind their backs. When the countdown hit one, in an instant, the five young people leaned forward and as hard as they could, pushed the five pies into the faces of the members of the Saturdays. In succession there were five thuds as the sound of pies meeting faces echoed. Una, Molly, Vanessa, Rochelle and Frankie now all came face to face with pies. The young people playfully twisted the pies around in their famous counterpart’s faces. The laughter in the studio was deafening. The young people relished every minute of doing this to the celebrities in front of them. The made sure to hit the girls as hard as they could and to rub the pies around as much as they could, getting the maximum enjoyment out of every moment.
When they finally took a step backwards, they revealed the five members of the famous girl group, now covered in creamy pie. The young people took a step back and admired what they had done. They enjoyed the view of the pied celebrities. They pointed and laughed at the girls. The Saturdays looked over at each other, all five of them covered in pie. Una frowned and looked blankly ahead as pie came away from the top of her forehead. Molly sexy teeth and eyes shown through as the she smiled and laughed, the rest of her face entirely coated in thick pie. Vanessa’s chubby face and beautiful soft hair were completely covered in the sloppiness of pie. She used her hand to allow some of the blobs to fall off of her hair. Rochelle pointed and laughed at the girl who had pied her. She licked her lips and made funny faces. Her darker skin looking amazing covered in the white cream from the pie. The pie also hallowed her neck and bare shoulders. Frankie’s face and most of her short hair were covered in pie. She had her famous short haircut, but it was unrecognisable as it was covered in pie. She seemed to get the worst of it, as she had the shortest hair, her face took more of the pie. She looked up with her wide doe like eyes. Her sexy face now a mask of cream pie. The young people had certainly taken pleasure in humiliating the celebrities before them. The camera panned across and showed close ups of each of the Saturdays’ pied faces. It then showed a shot of all five of them as they were, kneeled down together.
“Now, if that wasn’t enough, we are not through,” the hostess said,” You may have noticed that we also have five buckets here today as well. I bet everyone can guess what is going to happen to the contents of those buckets.” The put the microphone up to Frankie’s mouth,” I would guess that they were going to get poured over our heads,” Frankie said sarcastically. “That is absolutely correct Frankie. You are so good at this,” she teased,” Now each of our special guests will now go over and select one bucket each. Can you please come over and select one bucket. Then if you can take your bucket, and this time I would like you to stand behind you partner for the day. Saturdays, you can stay where you are.” The Saturdays looked at one another, knowing that they were all about to get even messier.
The young people walked over and looked inside the buckets. They each selected one and then returned to their position, this time stood behind their partner, as was requested. The buckets were each filled with a different colour gunge. Una’s was green, Molly’s was yellow, Vanessa’s was purple, Rochelle’s was light blue and Frankie’s was pink. “Ok ladies, when I say go, it is time to let them have it. Is everyone ready? Ok then here we go. On your marks, get set, go,” the hostess said. The young people lifted their buckets In the air. The Saturdays quivered in anticipation. They were still on their knees with their hands behind their backs. They all gave comical, pained looks as they braced themselves for the gunge that was about to fall on them. The young people all raised and tipped their buckets over the heads of the beautiful girl group that kneeled below them, aiming the gunge onto them. The ladies squealed as all five of them felt the sloppy gunge pour down over their heads.
Una closed her eyes and looked downwards as the slimy gunge coated the top of her head, covering most of her brown hair and cascaded over her face. She shook her head slightly as gunge dripped from her forehead and down her back. Her arms were covered in green mess as she tried to keep her head downward as she was covered. Molly laughed and squealed as the gunge poured down over her face. Her face teeth could be seen through the gunge. She gave a bemused expression . She laughed to herself as if to say, “ I can’t believe that this is really happening.” Vanessa bit her lip as thick, gloppy purple gunge poured onto her lovely soft, silky dark hair and all over her slightly chubby body. She stuck her tongue out as she attempted to wipe some of the mess away from her hair. The gunge was all over her cheeks and down her shoulders. Her ample breasts were completely coated in the gunge now. She was by far the shyest and least self confident of the group. She was the most embarrassed to have this happening to her. Rochelle looked up as the gunge poured over her face. She laughed and squealed. She smiled and stuck her tongue out as gunge poured over her beautiful face. The young lady above her was having no mercy upon her whatsoever. She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips. Soon her face was submerged in thick sloppy gunge. She knew her famous partner would be loving every second of seeing this happen to her. Meanwhile hundreds of male fans enjoyed seeing Frankie get the gunge poured over her head. She hunched her shoulders as the gunge was poured liberally all over her body. Her tanned skin covered in thick mess. Her short haircut now slathered in red mess. The gunge swirled around as it was poured back and forth across Frankie. Her expensive dress getting covered and ruined in the process.
The young people stood back and smiled. They celebrated together, enjoying what they had just done immensely. The Saturdays sat laughing and shaking their heads, all five of them totally covered in gunge of different colours. “So, how was that?,” the hostess asked the young people. “Incredible,” one of them said,” Best time ever!” “How was it for you girls?,” the hostess asked the Saturdays. “We are glad that they enjoyed themselves. They deserve it. We are glad that we could be of service,” Frankie said. The rest just looked up and laughed. The five of them covered in gunge. The camera panned across showing each one in close up all with embarrassed, annoying or laughing expressions on their faces.
“Well, let’s give them a hand, they were such good sports. They really took it well. I hope everyone appreciates it because they got drenched.” Everyone cheered and applauded. The girls looked up graciously. They all got to their feet and waived, wiping as much of the gunge away as they could. They shook the young people’s hands. Overall, it had not been the worst experience of their lives, although their friends, family and people in the music and entertainment business were not going to let them live it down for a long, long time to come.
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Cheryl pied on Family Challenge
There are stills from Family Challenge. Cheryl and her husband pied one another. The best part is that volunteers were asked for and Cheryl and her husband were anxious to get pied. As you can see she is very attractive. Her legs and ass look amazing. She got pied well as well. They asked what was the main reason they wanted to pie each other and her husband said that she talked too much.
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