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.

Charlotte teaches Becky Lynch

Charlotte teaches Becky Lynch

Becky Lynch was a member of PCB with Paige and Charlotte. Paige had left the group. It had been implied that Paige was in the wrong, but as time went by, it became more and more obvious that Charlotte was incredibly manipulative and was the one who really could not be trusted. She had cheated many times and had utilized interference from her father in many matches. She had cost Becky matches and made it clear that she had little to no faith in Becky. Becky became the victim more and more of Charlotte’s ways. Becky was still reluctantly hanging onto her friendship with Charlotte, because she was kind and loyal person. Charlotte had even done things to Becky, saying that she was trying to teach her a lesson. Charlotte was going to teach Becky a lesson this time that she was not going to forget. 

The two shared a locker room, so she had access to Becky in a way no one else did. Charlotte waited until Becky was in the shower at the end of the night. Her and her father snuck into the dressing room and locked the door. They waited for Becky to be finished in the shower. Becky could not hear them enter over the sound of the running water. When she came out, Becky was wearing nothing but a towel. She was very surprised to see the Flairs sitting there in her locker room waiting for her. “Um, Charlotte, what the hell are you doing her?,” she asked, hoping that this was not going to be what she thought it might. “Becky, Becky, Becky,” Charlotte said in a very condescending tone,” I have told you that I wanted to teach you lesson. Well, today, I am going to teach you a lesson that you will never ever forget. Think of it as tough love, Becky. Grab her dad.” Her father grabbed Becky from behind and held her arms. Although he was rather old, he was still strong enough to be able to easily restrain her. Becky was so shocked that she could barely find it in herself to put up much of struggle. Her heart sank. “Please, Charlotte, don’t do this. I thought we were friends,” Becky protested. “You really are gullible Becky, aren’t you?”

Charlotte took squeeze bottles of ketchup and mustard from the concession stand in each of her hands. She shook them up and smiled evilly as she approached her friend. She then placed the tips of the squeeze bottles to the sides of Becky’s face. She began to squeeze. She used the condiments to draw on Becky’s face. She drew glasses, a moustache and a funny mouth on her face. She drew on her nose as well. This made Becky look completely ridiculous. She then used them to draw down her shoulders and over her cleavage. She wrote on her towel, “I am a loser” in ketchup. She chuckled maniacally as she decorated her trusting friend in red and yellow mess. “It makes a sort of orange colour,” you should like that,” Charlotte teased. She then took both squeeze bottles and removed the tops. She squeezed hard, pushing the final amounts down in a sloppy pile on top of Becky’s head. Becky frowned and pouted.

Charlotte then took tins of alphabet spaghetti and pork and beans in each of her hands. She brought them over and then turned them upside down over Becky’s head. She shook them up and down, dropping the orange coloured contents out on top of Becky’s head. A combination of the two dumped on top of her orange hair and rolled down her face and down her fake orange tanned body. Charlotte howled with laughter. Her father was loving it. “There you go darling, get her good. Cover that bitch in that stuff. Show her who’s boss.” Becky rolled her eyes as alphabet spaghetti rolled down her face. Ric Flair laughed and taunted the young woman who was over forty years his junior. Of course, he was finding this very enjoyable. 

Charlotte then took two very large black forest gateau’s in either hand and approached Becky. She thrust one into her chest and the other into her rear end.  She smeared them around on her body, before smushing what was left into either side of Becky’s head, sandwiching the cakes. The cardboard at the bottom bending and sticking to her face for a moment before falling off. Becky was smeared in cream, chocolate, sponge and cherry pie filling. “Oh, how does that taste Becky?,” Flair taunted. Becky did not even say anything. She knew what Charlotte really was. She knew that Paige had been right to turn her back on Charlotte, because she had been only out for herself from day one.

“I tell you what Becky, I got you a real treat. Look, authentic Irish stew for you. Yummy, yummy, you should be loving this. It’s filled with potatoes for you,” she did a mock Irish accent as she said this, mocking Becky. She then dumped the Irish stew over Becky’s head. It was thick and very brown. It was filled with chunks of beef, potato, carrots and peas. It slowly made its way all over Becky’s body. The larger, meatier chunks falling to the floor. The brown mess soon covered Becky’s face and splattered her hair. “Oh look at that Becky. What’s wrong? I thought that you would like that.”

“Last but not least, we have to give you something green. How about some pea soup. Green is definitely your colour, after all.” Charlotte produced a pot of split pea and ham soup. It was velvety in texture in its sloppiness. She cackled as she dumped it all over Becky, coating her in thick green slop. Soon, Becky was covered in the mess.

Charlotte then threw Becky out of the locker room. She slammed and locked the door, as she did, Becky’s towel caught in the door, pulling away. She tried desperately to clutch at it, but it was stuck too tightly. She then franticly tried to cover herself as she realized she was fully naked and covered in mess in the hallway of a live event. Charlotte and her father then sauntered away. “Bye Becky. See you later. Looking good,” Charlotte said, laughing,” I hope you have learned your lesson.”

Just then Paige walked by. She grabbed Becky and hurried her into her locker room, saving her from the embarrassment. Paige looked at her and said, “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” It was very clear now who the real enemy was.