Ronda Rousey is humbled

Ronda Rousey is humbled

Ronda Rousey had been dominant in her sport. She had been the top draw and the main reason why people became aware of the sport that she competed in. She also knew this and became very arrogant and full of herself. She became overconfident. This really rubbed a lot of people up the wrong way. Arrogance was not a quality that people appreciated. She seemed to believe that she was better than others. Ultimately, this would lead to her losing a fight in shocking fashion. People wondered if she had underestimated her opponent leading to her defeat. 

The defeat was humiliating. Unfortunately for her, there would be more humiliation to follow. Before the match, she had been so confident that she had made a bet with an obnoxious male sports radio personality. If she lost the match, she would have to do a forfeit. Of course, she never thought in her wildest dreams that there was any possibility whatsoever that she could lose. The match was not even meant to be close. She made the bet thinking that there was no chance she would lose, but she had lost and now was going to have to pay the price for it. The radio host was a chauvinistic jerk as well. To have him get one over on her was even more humiliating than losing the match. She could only imagine what he had planned. 

She reluctantly showed up on the day. She was going to be eating crow for sure. She did not want to turn up, but a promise was a promise. She was going to have to face humiliation to an incredible level. Unfortunately for her, no one was going to have much pity for her, because she was so full of herself when she was winning. She was now put in her place and no one was feeling sorry for her.

She wore a pair of black shorts and a black sports bra. Her hair was held back in a ponytail. She was silent as the male presenter explained that she had lost her match and the bet and she was about to pay further consequences. He mouthed off about her and her loss. She just stopped listening to him. 

She remained silent. She decided, to herself, that she was going to remain silent and try not to pay attention to what was happening as much as possible. He began to mouth off about how much he was going to enjoy carrying out the punishment upon her. He announced that he was going to be covering her in sloppy mess. Deep down, she was slightly relieved. She had worried that it was going to be something much more repulsive than that, although it was still going to be embarrassing enough for her.  He approached her carrying a large bucket. The bucket contained masses of bright pink gunge. “Because Miss Rousey lost her match, it means I am going to get to pour this all over her head,” he said. She frowned and glared at him. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

He carried the bucket, comically dancing over to her. He then playfully tipped it over her. Thick, soft, bright pink gunge slowly trickled out and poured over her rippling body. It poured over her blonde hair and down the front of her body, all over her chest and muscular abs. Ronda closed her eyes and made an annoyed face as the gunge toppled over her. It poured down her legs to her socks. Soon she was dripping in pink gunge from head to toe. She tossed her head. She was red as a beat with embarrassment. She kept telling herself that she had to get through this. It would be over soon. 

When that bucket was empty, he grabbed a second. This one was filled with bright blue gunge. It was of a similar texture and consistency to the pink gunge that was already all over Ronda. The sports show host lifted the bucket over the ashamed fighter. He began to slowly pour the bright blue gunge over her. It poured over her head and rolled down her body. It rolled down her back and chest. She folded her arms and allowed the cackling, arrogant man to dump the gunge over her body. Deep down, she was furious. She was angry with herself for getting herself in this situation. This was embarrassing beyond all of her wildest dreams. All the while he was delivering barbs and insults as he humiliated her.

He then took a massive creamy pie. He rammed it straight into Ronda’s face. The pie smashed into her face with a thud. Pie splattered in all directions. It hallowed around her chest and neck. He then pushed the pie upwards over her forehead and hair. He pushed it up to the top of her head. It was left in place on top of her head. It looked ridiculous. She kept her eyes on the ground. She looked very dejected. 

She was taunted by the radio host. He was talking about how much he was enjoying this. He spoke about how her arrogance had gotten the better of her. Ronda was asked for her comments. All she said was that this would make her even more determined to overcome her mistakes and to get back at everyone who was enjoying seeing her get humiliated.

Sky Sports News Gunge

Sky Sports News Gunge

Kirsty Gallacher had been doing some work for comic relief. She had gotten gunged, a bit anyway on one occasion. She was looking for new ways to raise money for the charity. She came up with a plan. It was sort of an ice bucket challenge style stunt. It was set up for the female Sky Sports anchors. This included: Katy Adbo, Millie Clode, Vicki Gomersall, Alex Hammond, Charlotte Jackson, Hayley McQueen, Kate Riley, Natalie Sawyer, Clare Tomlinson, Olivia Wayne, Anna Woolhouse, Rachel Wyse and Amy Lewis and even a few names from the past  which included; Georgie Thomspon, Kelly Cates, Di Stewart, Chloe Everton and Charlie Webster. Kirsty ad managed to get all of them to agree to all get gunged together at the very same time. There was an added stipulation as well. If they managed to raise more than their target amount, they would all have to be gunged a second time, this time fully naked. Some of them were not happy with this to say the least, but it was for charity. They could not say no. 

The day finally arrived. A long line of chairs was lined up for the group. Each would take their seat, sat side by side to one another. The gunge would be dished out by one of the local football teams from the area where Sky Sports News was shot from. They were certainly looking forward to the opportunity to dump gunge over the sexy news women. On the day, the women were all dressed in what they would normally wear to report the sports news. They were all quite athletic, attractive women. They wore similar outfits, but all in different colours and patterns. All skirts and dresses though. Kirsty sat in the first chair. The rest reluctantly took their seats one after another. Some looked more nervous than others. Not many of them were looking forward to what was about to come to them. When they were all in position, one of the male broadcasters began the announcement.

“Sky Sports News has been raising money for Comic Relief. As a result of your generosity, the entire female Sky Sports broadcasting team is about to get covered in gunge, at least once. Depending on how much was raised, they may be getting gunged twice and doing a further forfeit as well. Firstly though, let’s welcome the team that will be doing the honours. They are the local football team for this area. Welcome lads. Please get into position.” The guys got into position. Each one picked a woman to stand behind. The gunge buckets were each stationed on the ground behind the chairs. The women talked amongst themselves about how embarrassing this was. The guys chatted about how good it would be to mess up the female sports broadcasters.

“Ok, lads, if you will pick up your buckets. On the count of three.” The players each lifted their buckets. The announcer then counted down,” Three..two..one.” The girls closed their eyes tightly. Some of them held hands. The players began to tip their respective buckets over the heads of their respective female victims. Each bucket held a different colour of gunge. The guys dumped every colour of the rainbow all over the Sky Sports News team. Gunge poured over their faces, all over their clothes, down their legs to their feet. They shrieked and laughed as each one experienced the collective embarrassment. A few looked to the side, laughing at their fellow presenters. All of them were left dripping in sloppy gunge.

When it died down and the ladies wiped their eyes and faces a bit, the male presenter then began to speak again. “Ok that was fabulous. Well done girls and thanks to everyone who donated. Now we have the second part. It was agreed that if we reached our donation target, the girls would do a second forfeit. They agreed that they would be gunged a second time. This time, however, they will all me naked. Well, the results are in. The target was £100,000. Did we reach it? I can now reveal that the total was. £175,000. You all did it.” Some fireworks went off. “Now the viewers will get their reward. Ladies, if you will.”

The women rolled their eyes. They all stood up. They reluctantly began to slowly undress. They removed their tops and then their skirts or dresses. They loaded their clothes into piles in front of them. They then undid their bras and finally lowered their panties. They pushed them to the added piles. They then rushed to sit down as fast as they could to try to conceal as much as they possibly could. They crossed their legs and clutched their chests. Second buckets were then handed to the football team.

They were given the signal and they began to pour the gunge once again, this time onto the collection of naked female flesh that sat before them. The girls shrieked as they felt the cold gunge, this time all different colours, pouring directly onto their bare skin. The men wildly poured the gunge all over the naked women. The camera showed each of them experiencing their own naked, gunge covered humiliation. They shook their gungy heads around.

The presenter then spoke to Kirsty. She thanked everyone for donating and thanked her fellow female broadcasting team for being such good sports and taking it so well. They all glared in her direction. Some of them blaming her for what had occurred. The men celebrated as the women wallowed in the mess. They all then crowded into the showers. The site of a group of beautiful naked women scrubbing gunge from their naked bodies at the same time was one that was delightful, although that part, sadly, was not broadcast.

Georgia May Foote night of fun

Georgia May Foote night of fun

Georgia May Foote was considered one of the most attractive young women on British television. She attracted many male fans. She was incredibly gorgeous. She was a growing star. She spent a few years on Coronation Street, but had left the show. You can imagine my shock when I randomly met her on a chat room. It was a normal chat room. It had nothing to do with celebrities or anything like that. There was just a woman on it with the name Georgia. I PM’ed her, saying hello. She responded. We started chatting, as I had with many others before. When I asked what she looked like, she sent me over a photo. You can imagine my surprise when I saw a photo of the famous actress. I had to look closely because it was a picture, that had been clearly taken not by an amateur on a normal device. I said to her that she looked very familiar. Up to this point, she had not said that she was an actress. I didn’t know whether I should say anything. Perhaps she did not want to be recognised, but she did send the picture. I bit the bullet and said,” You look quite a lot like Georgia May Foote.” “Oh, gosh, you recognise me,” she said. We had already spoken about some pretty naughty stuff to this point. Of course, I still did not really believe that it was truly the genuine article. Anyone could have been on the other end of the computer. The only way to really find out was to speak on the phone. Her squeaky, high pitched voice would be unmistakable. Of course, I did not want to ask her this straight away.

Eventually, over a bit of time we talked more and I managed to get her number. I rang, nervously and she picked up. Much to my complete surprise, the voice on the other end of the phone was that squeaky tone that I had heard on television so many times. It was unmistakable. It was really her. We talked for some time and carried on talking for weeks to come. Much to my surprise the subject of wam randomly came up in conversation at one point. “Oh my God,” she said,” I have always wanted to get gunged. I have always fantasized about it pouring all over my body. The idea turns me on so much.” I could not believe that what I was hearing was for real. I suggested that maybe we could make it happen one day. Much to my amazement, she actually agreed. It turns out that she was coming down to London for her job. I could easily go up and meet her. I am not the most attractive guy in the world, but I had shown her photos of me and she had not stopped talking to me. We arranged to meet in a hotel room to have some fun. I looked forward to that day more than I could ever explain.

She arrived at the hotel room wearing a trench coat. She buzzed in at the front desk and was allowed in. I heard the knock on my door. I opened it and there she stood, Georgia May Foote. She looked just as gorgeous as she had done on television. Her hair was shiny and dark. She smelled like strawberries. She had a massive grin on her face. She instantly hugged me and told me how excited she was as she entered the room. She walked in and removed the trench coat. She wore nothing underneath but a lacy nightie. It looked adorable. Her smooth olive coloured legs emerging from the bottom. She walked over and sat on the bed. “I can not tell you how excited I am. I have wanted to do this for ages.” “It is so hard to believe that you do not have guys beating down your door. I mean you are gorgeous beyond words,” I said. “Yeah well, the kind of guys I meet are all dim-witted testosterone fuelled chauvinistic idiots. They look at me like I a piece of meat and not a human being. I don’t need that kind of crap.” 

“Anyway, I can not wait to see what you have planned for me,” she said with, what I could tell, was genuine excitement. I smiled as I popped into the bathroom quickly, where I had set up all of the stuff. I returned carrying a container filled with custard. She sat up. “Oh God, that looks so good. This is so hot. Wait, my nightie. I don’t want to ruin it.” She reached down and pulled the nightie off over her head, revealing herself completely. She had one of the sexiest bodies, I had ever seen. It was smooth and luscious with gentle curves. Her whole body was a sexy olive colour. Everything was slightly athletic. Her legs, breasts, ass and vagina were all almost perfectly sculpted. It was one of the finest examples of the naked female form that anyone could ever gaze upon. Her vagina reached its climax with a small strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair. She already looked aroused. I could faintly smell the sweet aroma of dampness that emanated from between her legs. She paid no mind to the fact that she was fully naked, acting as if it was totally natural for her to be in this position. She sat crossed legged on the bed and tossed her shimmering hair back. She smiled. She put her hand on my wrist and said,” I hope you don’t mind.” I smiled back. Was she joking? She was the sexiest thing I had ever laid eyes upon. 

She put her hands on my wrists and together we guided the custard. It slowly poured onto her head and down her silky dark hair. It was smooth and soft and sensuous. It coated her hair and poured down onto her body. We guided the custard down, onto her chest, down her stomach and over her legs. She then turned over onto all fours and we poured more onto her back and down her behind, over the backs of her legs. The soft yellow custard perfectly coating her smooth sexy body. She then turned over and rolled around on the bed in the custard, splashing it all over herself, gigging and laughing. Her breasts and bottom jiggled as she played in the messy sheets. 

She rolled over onto her back and I slowly tipped an oversized container filled with fruit smoothie over her naked body. She moved her arms and legs as though she was making snow angels as I poured the smoothie onto her body. It was a light purple colour. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she shivered, feeling the cold smoothie sensually pour up and down her naked body. She let out a satisfied purr. She then bent her knees as I poured what was left directly between her legs. She then placed one hand between her legs and rubbed her vagina with her palm, massaging the smoothie all over her crotch. It dripped all the down between her butt cheeks. 

Next to come was apricot yoghurt. She sat up and dipped her index finger into the pot. She stuck out her tongue and licked and sucked the yoghurt off of her finger. She told me that it was very yummy. I tipped it over her head and then down over her back. She leaned over and allowed me to dump it all over her bare behind. It was thick and orange in colour. I watched as it slowly covered her behind and poured down her thighs and down the backs of her calves. “I’m such a dirty girl,” she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders. “This stuff feels so good on my arse and pussy. You have no idea. It is so horny,” she said. 

“I want some trifle,” she then said. I pulled out an enormous trifle in a plastic bowl. It was filled with sponge, fruit salad, jelly, custard and whipped cream. She lay back again as I plopped it down on her stomach just above her crotch. The entire thing came loose from the bowl and landed on her stomach and crotch. We then both plunged both of our hands in and proceeded to rub it around all over her body, causing it to disintegrate into a giant mess on top of her. She giggled as we rubbed it all over her chest and thighs. We took our hands and tossed the gloppy mounds of the mess all over her body.

We then finished up with a bowl of strawberry angel delight. It was enormous. We placed it on the bed. Georgia then sat down in it, lowering her behind into it. It stuck onto it, covering her behind and vagina in the mess. We then removed it. I stuck my hands in and then smeared the angel delight all over her face and then all over her breasts. She rubbed her butt and vagina. I poured more over her stomach and legs. She gently rubbed her hands all over her naked, messy body. She smiled. She closed her eyes and continued caressing her sexy body as I poured more angel delight over her. Her pleasure grew ever more intense. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. She bent her knees and arched her back, finally exploding in orgasm. She squealed as her sexy body exploded in orgasm. She then fell backwards in pleasure and exhaustion. 

She sat up. “That was so good. That was so amazing,” she said in her sexy northern accent. “We need to do this regularly for sure. You have to promise,” she implored. “Well, if we have to, we have to,” I joked. She smiled sweetly. “I better shower,” she replied.