Freema Agyman x-rated sloppiness

******WARNING***** This story contains, nudity and some sexual situations, please don't read it if you don't like that sort of thing or are offended easily. Also, this is a work of pure fiction. I have never met Freema Agyman and neither has anyone I ever have met.***************

Freema Agyman x-rated sloppiness

Freema Agyman and I knew each other for awhile. There was always a sort of unspoken sexual tension between the two of us. We had worked together on some of the shows that she worked on. I found myself staring at her incredible body from time to time. I don’t know if she ever noticed, but I always tried to avert my gaze before she noticed. She had an amazing body. No matter what she wore, that was plain to see. Her amazing shape was easy to see through anything she chose to wear no matter how conservative. I was a very shy person, plus Freema was a celebrity. These two facts meant that I was finding it very difficult to pluck up the courage to ask her out. I did not have a clue weather she might be interested or not. Although, my best guess was the latter. After all, she was a television star, why would she be interested in a guy like me. She could have any guy that she wanted.

I was as surprised as Ii possibly could be when, one day, out of nowhere, Freema asked me if I would like to go back to her place for a special dinner. It was more than I ever could have hoped for. Evidently, she had been noticing me as well. We left the studio and went back to apartment. I was very nervous, as you may well imagine. Neither of us said much on the way there. Little did I know that she was attempting to tease. She did not want to say or do anything to give me a clue of what was going to happen until we got to her place. It was not a very long walk from the studio to her home anyway.



Freema opened the door to her flat. The door had barely closed before she was all over me. She flung herself at me. We started kissing passionately. Our tongues twisting around each other. We rolled around on the walls. She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the living room. She threw me down on the couch and pushed herself down on top of me. Our hands still all over one another. We continued French kissing. She then pulled away and stood up. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. She went to her stereo and switched it on with the flick of a switch. It started playing some very sexy music. She started dancing sensually. She wiggled her hips side to side, bending her knees. She gyrated her pelvis and sensually moved her hands up and down her body. She thrust her hips. She then unzipped her burgundy jacket. As she danced. She pulled the jacket off. She held it in the air and whirled it around. She smiled and then flung her jacket in my direction. She continued to dance, standing a few feet away from me. She placed her hands on her waist. She wiggled and thrust her hips, bending her knees, moving her body up and down and side to side. She put hr fingers on the bottom of her shirt. She slowly pulled it up over her stomach and then her chest. She pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing a tight fitting black bra and her abs. She pulled her shirt off over her arms. She held it by her side with two fingers before letting it drop to the ground.

She then continued to dance as she had done before. We both knew that her jeans would be the next to go. She undid the top button and then slowly unzipped her zipper. She turned and faced me. She put her hands on her hips and wiggled her body. She slowly pulled her jeans down. They dropped to her knees. She then pulled them down her calves to her ankles. She lifted one leg and pulled her jeans off. She then lifted the other and did the same. She threw the jeans to the floor, adding to the crumpled pile of clothes that she had once wore. I witnessed a symphony of taut, toned, sexy flesh. Freema now only wore her black bra and a matching black thong. She now started dancing again. I watched her half naked body gyrate before me. I watched as little droplets of sweet sweat began to form on her sexy body. I licked my lips, mesmerized by her incredible body. She danced as though she was a professional stripper. I could not believe my eyes. Her body was a site to behold. I could also smell her sexuality from three feet away. Freema turned around and bit her lip. She continued to dance. I watched her shake her ass and thrust her hips, almost simulating sex as she moved her body. The movements of the muscles in her body were almost hypnotic.

Freema turned around and shook her rear end. She started to bend over, touching her toes. She pulled her hips to each side. She then stood upright again. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She undid the clasp and then pulled it off of her arms. She took one finger and held it in the air. She spun her bra around on her finger before tossing it aside. She then turned around and crossed her arms in front of her, covering her breasts with her arms. She gave a coy grin and then spun around again. She leaned over again, first to one side and then to the other, sticking her backside out. She then placed her hands onto the small of her back. She teased a few times, but finally, slowly slid her panties down her backside and then down to her ankles, bending over as she did it, giving me a very nice view of her backside and a rear view of her shaved vagina.



She now stood before me totally naked. She turned around, allowing me to view her fully naked. I could see it all, on display there for me. Freema’s incredible body, totally naked, exposed for my viewing pleasure. Her body looked amazing. Every curve, every muscle was on view. She then started to dance again, rubbing her hands up and down her body, squeezing her breasts and fondling her private parts as she went. She bit her lip and wiggled her hips. I could hardly contain myself. One of the most attractive women I had ever seen was now dancing totally naked. She walked over to me and grinded her crotch in my face. I was face to face with the Doctor Who actress’s vagina, which was now becoming slightly damp.

Then, without a word, she sauntered off to the kitchen. She returned with a bottle of chocolate sauce in one hand and a can of squirty cream in the other. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. We did not even have to speak, we both knew instinctively what we wanted to do next. She sat down on the floor with her legs crossed in front of her. I got down on the floor and joined her. She handed me the bottle of chocolate syrup. I removed the cap gently. She leaned back and closed her eyes. I pushed the edge of the nozzle against her sexy calf. I squeezed the bottle, dripping chocolate sauce up Freema’s calf and then all her knee. Then across her other knee and calf. She moaned pleasurably as she felt the chocolate sauce all over her legs. I then poured more up and down each of her toned thighs. The thick brown chocolate oozed out onto Freema’s lighter brown legs. She then stretched her legs out all the way in front of her. Some of the chocolate rolling down the backs of her legs sensually. I stuck my finger into one of the large pools of chocolate on her thighs and then stuck it in my mouth, giving it a taste. She moved her legs about a bit, wiggling them, letting some of the chocolate drip from them. She then opened and raised her legs. I place the bottle on one of hr shoulder blades and began to squeeze. The chocolate ran down her body. It flowed down her breasts and then down her stomach. The majority of the chocolate was taken by gravity straight down into Freema’s wide open and now very wet crotch.

I then raised the bottle and as she looked up and closed her eyes, I poured more chocolate syrup straight down onto Freema’s face. She licked her lips and moaned loudly. Her hand was now entrenched between her legs. She could no longer resist the urge to finger her chocolate covered vagina. I poured more down her back. She got down onto all fours and let me pour more chocolate onto her back and then all over her sexy backside as it stuck out in the air. I placed the bottle at the small of her back and squeezed, allowing the chocolate sauce to drip down all over her backside and all down her butt crack and the backs of her legs. Her whole body now splodged in dark brown chocolate sauce. My desire for her grew with every passing second. I was salivating at the thought of tasting her chocolaty body.

She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. I ran my tongue up her leg, starting at her ankle, going up her calf and then her knee and finally, up her thigh. Tasting the chocolate that dripped from her body the whole way. She widened her legs now, exposing her throbbing vagina to me. Chocolate dripped from her backside. I could no longer resist, I needed to taste Freema Agyman. I slowly pushed my face in between her legs. I stuck out my tongue and carefully licked the chocolate sauce from her pussy lips. She grunted and moaned. “Oooh yeah,” she said. I ran my tongue slowly around the outside of her lovely womanhood before, plunging my tongue inside of her. She pushed her finger nails into the carpeting and threw her head back. The taste was delicious. It was a combination of vagina and chocolate. My face was submerged in her sloppy chocolate crotch. I ran my tongue back and forth inside of her as she moaned in pleasure. I took my time, letting her body build towards orgasm. Then when she was just at the point of exploding, I removed my tongue from her.

She looked up, half disappointed. Instead I grabbed the whipped cream can. I shook it vigorously and popped the top off. I placed the tip of the aerosol can between her breasts. I pushed down the nozzle. The soft spray of the sensual whipped cream flowed forth onto her chest. I moved the can down her stomach, spraying as I went. The warmth of her skin causing it to melt and run everywhere. I moved it further downward, aiming the nozzle between her legs. I started spraying her vagina with the whipped cream. I moved the can around as I did it, slowly covering her heaving private parts in a large mound of whipped cream. She moaned and squealed audibly as she felt her vagina getting sprayed in sloppy whipped cream. I moved the can in a circular motion, decorating her vagina in a mountain of whipped cream, as if her private parts were an ice cream sundae. I then placed the nozzle on the top of her thigh. I sprayed her thigh with a trail of soft whipped cream and then I did the same to the other. She laid her legs out straight while I sprayed a squiggly line of whipped cream down the length of her sexy legs all the way to her ankles. I then pushed the nozzle into the back of her knee and filled it with cream. I did the same to the back of her other knee. I then placed the nozzle on Freema’s bellybutton. I started to sprayed her abs with the whipped cream. I moved the can in a circular motion again, building a mountain of cream again.



I then went into the kitchen. I went to the refrigerator and pulled out two bowls. One was filled with jello, the other with chocolate pudding. I took one in each hand and approached Freema, still laying naked on her back on the floor. I placed the bowls next to her. I turned my attention to the orange jello. I took both hands and shoved them in the bowl, like a cave man or an animal would. I took the entire contents of the bowl in my hands. I raised them in the air, taking the jello with me. I then pushed my hands forward. I dropped the jello down onto Freema’s body. My hands an inch deep in sloppy mess. I plopped one hand on her vagina, the other onto her breasts. I then started rubbing the jello onto her sexy naked body. I rubbed it round and round, massaging the messy jello around all over Freema. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. She arched her back, presenting herself to me, pushing her body further into my jello laden hands. She could feel my hands all over her. The palm of my hand and fingers all over her. I rubbed her ass as well. The jello almost disintegrated beyond recognition all over Freema. I used my fingers to rub the jello all over her pussy. She moaned and squealed as my fingers rubbed her clitoris and penetrated her slightly. Her pussy juices adding to the mess. I pulled my fingers out. They dripped in mess. Freema raised her head. I moved my fingers into position. I placed them inside of her lips. She then stuck out her tongue and sucked the sloppy mess off of my fingers. She leaned back.

I then took the bowl of chocolate pudding. It was like chocolate mousse. It was dark brown, soft and sensual. I raised the bowl over Freema’s belly. I only tipped it slightly. The whole contents of the bowl spilled out and landed on her stomach. It landed as a huge mass of sexy brown mess. It felt so soft and sensual. Some of it rolled down onto Freema’s crotch. She sat up and we looked each other in the eyes. I took my hands and placed them on her hips, my hands totally covered in the chocolate pudding. I ran my hands all over her naked messy body. I then leaned down and placed my tongue between her legs. I moved it upwards, up her tummy and then along her breasts, tasting the pudding, licking her as I went along. We then started to kiss. Both of our mouths have covered in pudding. We then each took pudding in our hands and allowed the other to eat some from the other’s hand. The floor was now piled in mess. A messy puddle below us.



She then grabbed my trousers and unzipped them. She pulled my penis out of my underwear. She rubbed some chocolate pudding all over my already erect penis. Her touch was soft and sensual. I almost exploded at her touch. She covered in in pudding. She then placed her lips around the head. She ran her tongue around the edge of my penis. She then hungrily thrust my penis into her mouth. She ran her tongue back and forth over the shaft, licking the pudding from it. Her mouth full of a combination of my manhood and chocolate pudding. She fondled it with her hands as she pushed it in and out of her mouth. She rubbed it along her bright white teeth. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel the pleasure that she was supplying. My penis began to get harder and harder. I closed my eyes and though, “Freema Agyman is sucking my cock right now.” She furiously sucked and sucked. She could not get enough of the amazing taste. She could feel that I was about to explode. As I reached breaking point, she pulled my penis out of her mouth. It exploded in a river of squirting white cum straight into her face. It covered her teeth and her tongue. It mixed with the other mess that she was already covered in.

We paused for a time, we waited and then made love to one another. It was a night that neither of us would ever forget.