Amy Studt had had a crush on Mr. G. for along time. She had been in a situation where she managed to escape the mess before. She now desperately wanted a chance to get back on the show again. The thing was, her star was fading quite a bit. She had not had a hit of any kind in several years. Some people would not even consider her to be a celebrity any longer. Amy had dreamt of returning to the show and getting messed. She had even gotten messy in one of her music videos. She decided that she would make the move and contact the show herself to see if there was any interest in having her appear. Much to her surprise, she was offered an appearance on the show straight away. Amy was very excited. She did not consider herself to be attractive in any way. She was a very normal, down to earth person. She did not really consider herself to be a celebrity.
Amy arrived at the show dressed in her usual style. She wore a multicoloured flowered dress and a pair of black boots. Amy knew that she was going to get filthy. She loved the idea. She was a highly kinky woman in her personal life and liked thinking of herself as filthy. It turned her on. She was going to enjoy every minute of this.
She was a bit nervous, the moment before she stepped out on stage. Not about the mess, but about being on television again. She had dreamed about this for a long time. Mr. G. came out and introduced her. She came out on stage, looking incredibly beautiful. Her eyes sparkles as she gave a massive smile. “Well, Amy, welcome to the show,” Mr. G. said. “The pleasure is all mine,” Amy said,” I am so excited to be here. I have really wanted to come on for a long time,” she said, “ It is amazing to finally be here.” “So, I take it that you are a fan,” Mr. G. said. “Oh yeah, you can say that,” she replied. “Well, what would you say you like best about the show?,” he asked. “ Well, two things mainly. The mess and you.” Amy looked over at Mr. G. with her most seductive eyes. They both laughed. She bit her lip as there was a bit of an awkward silence for a minute. The audience laughed as well. “This is pretty embarrassing,” she said,” But, I always have imagined getting messy, and, well, I have always imagined you being the one to do it to me,” she said. They both laughed again. She reached out and touched his hand. “Well, that can certainly be arranged,” Mr. g. replied. “I was sort of counting on it,” Amy replied with a laugh. “It is sort of a fantasy that I have had for quite some time now. Really, I am putty in your hands, I am all yours. Do your worst,” she said. “Not the best thing to say sometimes,” Mr. G. replied,” You may regret saying that. “Oh, I don’t think so,” Amy replied, licking her lips seductively. “I just love everything about it. I want to get dirty Mr. G.. Make me filthy,” she said. “Well, far be it from me to disappoint you Amy. I think something can definitely be arranged,” he joked. “ Well, I am all yours,” she replied.
“Ok then, if you will please stand up and join me Amy,” Mr. G. said. Mr. G. and Amy walked a short distance to an open area on the stage. “Now, can we bring out that lovely pie?,” Mr. G. asked. One of the stage assistants emerged carrying a massive creamy pie. He handed it to Mr. G. as the audience applauded. “Mmmmm, that looks delicious,” Amy said. “Well, you are about to find out,” Mr. G. said. They both laughed. They stood across from one another. Mr. G. displayed the pie in his hand for everyone, including Amy to see. She looked across at him and smiled seductively. “Mmmmm, I want that sloppy pie. Don‘t be gentle with me either, just let me have it good,” she said in a naughty voice. “Well, I am about to Studt, Amy,” Mr. G. said. “ I think that comes after the show,” she joked. Amy closed her eyes and smiled. “Alright everyone, lets count down,” Mr. G. said. Everyone then counted. “Three…two…one.” Mr. G. and Amy looked at one another. Mr. G. reached back and then thrust his hand forward, pushing the pie into Amy’s face. It landed with a smushing sound square in her face. He pushed the pie around in the beautiful singer’s face. Amy closed her eyes and fully experienced the moment of getting pied. The moment of impact was a moment of huge release for the both of them in their own way. The pie was sensually rubbed in her face. Eventually, he let go, letting the pie plate drop. As it fell, Amy was revealed. Amy’s wavy red hair surrounded her pie covered face. Her eyes and mouth emerged from a mask of creamy white pie. She held her hands in front of her. Her mouth was wide open. She stuck her tongue out. Her face was covered in creamy pie. She made no attempt to clear any of it away. She just licked her lips, enjoying how the pie felt all over her face. All she could think of at this moment was, “I’m pied.” She took some pie from the side of her head with her hands and then tasted it. She took a handful of the pie and let Mr. G. have a taste as well. “Pie really suits you. You look great,” Mr. G. said. “I’m glad you like my new look,” Amy replied. The pie really did suit Amy well. She looked amazing in it.
“Ok, Amy Studt, we have much more in store for you,” Mr. G. said. “That is great,” she replied,” I’m ready when you are.” “Next, I think we have some mushy peas,” he said. “Oh, just fantastic,” she replied, in a partially sarcastic tone of voice. Amy decided to get down on her knees, assisted by Mr. G.. He leant her a hand and she got down on her knees. He then went behind her and raised the bucket above her head. He slowly tipped it and the mushy green peas began to descend downwards over Amy’s head. Amy smiled and looked straight ahead as the peas poured over her head. She raised one eyebrow and looked up slightly making a silly sort of face. She held her hands out before her as she felt t he soft green mess plopping onto her. It poured onto her nose, onto her shoulders and down the front of her dress and body. Her dress instantly started to become weighed down by the weight of the thick mushy peas. She used one finger and brushed her sloppy bangs away as the mushy peas continued to pour over her face. She bit her lip and let out a bit of a moan. The feeling of the peas pouring on her was instantly very pleasurable for her. She let our an audible gasp of pleasure, as she allowed the green glop to be poured all over her.
When the bucket was empty, Mr. G. took a second bucket, this one was filled with spaghetti hoops. Amy now playfully got down onto all fours. She rearranged her dress as he began to pour. The orange and red substance poured down over her head. He then poured it backwards, over Amy’s back and down her body, over her backside, legs and boots. She wiggled her calves and heels as she felt the spaghetti hoops on her body. Mr. G. generously poured the sloppy mess up and down Amy’s body. He moved the bucket back and forth over her, leaving layers of spaghetti hoops on her as he moved it to and fro. He then moved the bucket again over her head and poured the remainder of it over the top of her head.
He then grabbed a bucket of pig slop. As he began to pour, Amy rolled over onto her back. She moved her legs apart and allowed him to pour the slop up and down the length of her body. The slop was whitish yellow with many orange and green chunks in it. Amy held her hands up as she caught some of it as it fell. It splattered all over her body. She then began to roll around on the ground in the puddle of mess that had collected. She rubbed her hands up and down her dress and boots. She wiggled in the mess. She laughed and smiled, enjoying the feeling of the messy substances all over her body. She was relishing the idea that Mr. G. was the one doing this to her. She was becoming quite aroused by the entire situation that she found herself in. She resisted the temptation to allow her hand to stray to the nether regions between her legs. She reached up to Mr. G. and grabbed him by the hand. She pulled him down into the puddle of muck with her. She pulled him down on top of her messy body. She rolled up on top of him and did her best to pin his arms to the ground. They both laughed and squealed.
The show went off the air at this point as the two frolicked and tumbled about in the mess on the stage floor. This was shown during the credits. Fans of the show could only speculate about what would happen behind the scenes after the curtain had been drawn on that occasion. One thing was for certain, Amy was completely satisfied with her experience. It was all that she had hoped for and more.
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