Jo Webb coach’s turn

Jo Webb coach’s turn




Jo Webb had attempted to motivate her team by placing a bet on their match against Thunder. The result was the whole team ended up covered in gunge. The team had only one match left to play. If they lost this one, they would have gone an entire season without a win. The game was against Team Northumbria. There was abet on this match as well. This time it pitted Jo against Northumbria’s manager. If the team failed to win this match, it would be Jo that would be facing a public messing at the hands of the victorious manager. This match was one that Lightning had a much better shot at winning. They had lost very closely fought matches to Team Northumbria in the past. Jo, of course was hoping that her team would win and that she would be saved. Her own players, though they would play their hardest as always, they would not be too sad to see Jo get covered in mess. Some of them would have liked to do it themselves.

This time the match was much closer than the last. The team really played their hearts out. They had a lead going into the second half, but just could not hold onto it. In the end, they tasted defeat once again. That would be nothing compared to what their coach was going to be tasting in a few short minutes. As the final seconds ticked away from the clock, they kept showing shots of Jo getting more and more nervous as she realized what she was going to be in for. She was hoping that maybe people would forget about the bet. She, of course, would not be so lucky. The whole arena was buzzing. A shot was taken of Jo’s reaction when the game was over. She laughed nervously and put her hands over her face in embarrassment. The coaches on her staff told her that she was in for it. “I know, I now,” she said. Jo bit her lip and blushed. She was kept in the dark about what was going to be poured over the loser. She knew it was going to be really sloppy. This time however, she was going to have to sit al on her own and get trashed by herself. By now the team were all looking in her direction, as if to say, you are about to get it, it’s your turn now.

The announcer came over the PA system now. Jo had been hoping that maybe everyone may have forgotten, no one was leaving their seats though. “As you all may be aware,” he started out,” There was a bet on the outcome of this match. It was a coach’s bet. The losing team’s coach was to end up getting messy.” Jo could feel all eyes on her now. She squirmed in her seat. “That means you Jo.” “What me?,” Jo said, putting her hand to her chest. “Bet, I don’t remember any bet,” she joked cheekily. “Come on Jo. Your team lost fair and square and now you have to fulfil your part of the bargain.” She licked her lips nervously. “Time to make the walk of shame.”



Jo’s chair was brought out to the centre of the court where everyone could get a good view of the proceedings. Jo stood up and straightened out her clothes. She wore the same purple shirt, black trousers and jacket and necklace that she seemed to wear to all of the games. Everyone applauded and cheered for Jo as she walked across the court. Her players cheered her name. They supported her, but also wanted to see this more than anyone. Jo walked, moving her slightly chubby body across the court to the chair that sat at mid court. She giggled nervously. “Gosh, this is so embarrassing,” she said into her hands. She was led to mid court and sat her butt on the chair. She looked out at her players pointing and laughing at her. She pointed back and shook her fist feigning anger. All of the home fans were going to enjoy this as well.



“So, Jo, what do you have to say for yourself?,” Charlie Broom asked. “ Maybe I should learn to keep my big mouth shut. Seriously though, I want to thank the girls for all of their hard work and effort all season and want to thank the fans. I hope they enjoy this, at my expense,” she said. “Yes, everyone is sure to have their cameras ready. Social networking is going to be going wild for this,” he said. “I don’t suppose there is anyway out of this,” she joked. “Umm, no,” he said, “No chance.” “Damn, it was worth a try,” Jo giggled. The opposing team’s coach was then asked to step forward. “Now, I know that you have been dreaming about doing something like this to Jo for years,” Charlie said. “Oh yeah, I have always looked at Jo and wondered what it would be like to pour a bucket of slop over her head. Anyway, Jo seems to have been wearing that outfit for quite some time. It is probably getting smelly and dirty anyway, so a little more mess won’t be any big deal,” she said. “You cheeky cow,” Jo said, giggling. “She could definitely use a shower, let’s just say that.” “You cheeky mare,” Jo replied, blushing. Either way, Jo was going to be needing a shower desperately by the end of the evening. Both teams were going to be joined together in their enjoyment of what was to come.



“What do you guys think? Are we ready to see some mess?,” Charlie asked. Everyone cheered, apart from Jo of course. She shook her hands and pleaded, “Noooo!” “Jo, your team failed to win, so now you have to pay the price,” Charlie said. Jo still did not know for sure what was going to be poured onto her. They had down a great job of keeping this a secret. Jo would make the perfect target. She was short and slightly chubby. She was very understated and never wore makeup, but was incredibly sexy. She was not like a supermodel or a Hollywood bimbo, but a regular woman. She was never very popular. She spent a good deal of her time concentrating on netball. Right now she was the centre of attention. She was not used to it.

Jo had hoped that maybe she would only get one bucket of gunge , as the players had, but these hopes were dashed as the buckets and containers were brought out. There was clearly more than one that had been made for her. Everyone cheered as the buckets were brought out. Jo looked at them. She shook her head and laughed. “All for you,” some of the players said, pointing in Jo’s direction. Jo crossed her arms and put her tongue to the side of her mouth. She then laughed. “It’s all a big surprise,” the announcer said. Jo’s head was spinning. She could not really believe that this was happening. In a moment she was going to be covered in mess. What mess was still a mystery to her.



“I think it is time. Time to get messy,” the announcer said. Everyone cheered. The winning coach took the first bucket and stood behind Jo. Jo leaned back, “ Please be gentle,” she joked. The coach batted her eyes and gave and evil look. Jo took a deep breath. She puffed up her cheeks and closed her eyes. Everyone in the arena counted down,” Three…two…one.” The opposing coach tipped the bucket over Jo’s head. The moment the mess hit Jo’s head the arena erupted. What emerged from the bucket appeared to be corn chowder. It was thick and yellow. The consistency was similar to rice pudding but a bit thinner. It was yellow but had bits of corn, carrots and other vegetables in it. The chowder hit Jo on top of her head and then spurted down the front of her face. It squirmed down the middle of her forehead down her nose and across her eye. She closed her eyes and mouth tightly as more poured over her face and brown hair. Some poured over her ponytail then over cheeks. It smelled disgusting. Jo gave a pained look. The yellowy sloppy mess on her smooth tanned coloured face. The way she wore her hair made her face completely open to the mess. The chowder was pouring out faster now and soon was pouring directly onto Jo’s face. Every curve and line in her face being covered in yellow foul smelling mess. She raised her shoulders slightly. Because the chowder was not opaque, as it totally covered her face, her facial expressions were still partially visible. One of the camera men filmed it in close up. Jo moved her lips around as she experienced the chowder with all of her senses. Her players were howling with laughter, almost falling over. The chowder continued to pour. It pour down her shoulders and over the sides of her jacket, staining it. Her famous jacket was now covered the mess. It poured onto her necklace and purple shirt. It poured from above all over her body. It began to pour onto her trousers, onto her lap, all over her legs. The opposing coach was taking care and pleasure in slopping her rival. She grinned from ear to ear as she directed the flow of the chowder all over Jo. When the bucket was empty, Jo shook her arms to let some of the chowder fall from her body. She looked up, her mouth open. She could only laugh. She licked her lips. She wiggled her lips and mouth. Her players pointed and laughed at her. “ Looking good coach,” they shouted to her.

Jo’s rival then grabbed the second bucket. This one was filled with tapioca pudding. It looked absolutely disgusting. It did smell much better than the chowder though. Jo gritted her teeth as the bucket was raised. It poured from the bucket onto Jo. It poured down the front of her face and down her neck and shoulders. Jo had quite a compact frame, so it was easy to make sure that the mess got as many places as possible. Jo could feel the tapioca pour onto her bare neck, over her necklace and then down her top. She could feel the tapioca making its way down inside of her clothes, onto her bra. She gasped as she felt the cold pudding on her warm flesh. It was not an unpleasant feeling. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Luckily for her no one noticed that at this point there was the slightest hint of pleasure in Jo’s moans. She gripped her knees as more tapioca was poured down across her body. More was poured onto her back. It trickled down to her backside. Pudding was poured across her trousers. It was thick on her legs and on her lap. White and yellow mess covered Jo’s black trousers. She was experiencing it everywhere. Blobs of it dripped down her nose and chin. A steady stream of tapioca dripped from Jo’s nose as if it were some sort of bizarre stalactite. Jo laughed. “Oh my word,” she said.

Unfortunately for Jo, the next bucket contained a heaping helping of split pea and ham soup. It was puke green. It was very greasy and slimy. It was announced that the bucket contained pea soup. Jo laughed along with everyone else. “Seriously, pea soup. Come on guys, give me a break,” she joked. She scrunched up her face as the bucket was raised. She thought to herself,” I am getting pea soup poured on my head in front of the whole world.” She saw the funny side of it and was really being a good sport about it. Before she knew it, the bucket was raised and pea soup began to splat onto her from above. It fell out in blobs at first. The first few fell. They landed on her legs, then her chest and then her stomach. They were blobs of thick green. More blobs fell onto her shoulders and onto her jacket. They began to get larger and more steady. A blob fell onto her face just above her eye, then onto her cheek and then her chin. More fell on hr legs and chest. Then the flow started to speed up. A huge torrent of pea soup fell onto Jo’s face and head. Her brown hair was totally covered in it. She closed her eyes and gagged a bit as it poured onto her face and down the front of her body. The soup had bits of pea, carrot, potato and ham in it. It was now all over Jo. Her clothes were slathered in thick green mess. It was doubtful whether she would really be able to get the stains out of these clothes ever again. She ran her fingers over her sloppy, pulled back hair. She shivered and wiggled her body, squirming a bit. She shook her head and sighed. Everyone thought that the pea soup covered coach looked absolutely hilarious. “Jo is green with envy about our team’s performance,” the coach said.

The next bucket contained alphabet spaghetti. The Northumbria coach called over two of her players to do the honours. They were enjoying the spoils of victory, doing this to another team’s coach. They opened their mouths wide and made silly faces. They started singing the alphabet song, teasing Jo. They raised the bucket together. Jo just shook her head. She let out a muted squeal. They players lifted the alphabet shaped spaghetti over Jo. They lifted it up and then downwards again. The mess poured down from the bucket over Jo. In an instant her head and the top of her body were covered in hundreds of small pasta letters in a tomato sauce. Every letter in the alphabet stuck to her face, piled on it. Letters stuck to her nose and cheeks. She looked absolutely ridiculous. Her players laughed at her uproariously. Some of them were doubled over in fits of laughter. Jo shook her arms. Her whole face was covered in mounds of pasta letters all stuck together. She gave a defeated smile. She bit her bottom lip and put her arms in front of her, shrugging her shoulders as if to say,” What can I say?” “It is too bad that we can’t find the letters to spell loser because it seems appropriate,” one of the Northumbria players joked.



It was apparent that Jo was the perfect messy target. She looked amazing in everything that came her way. She really took the messing well, as well. A few Jo’s players were then allowed to take their turn. Everyone in the building would have loved a shot to get to pour something on Jo, but her players were the one’s who were enjoying it the most. Three of them were allowed forward and were given a bucket of chilli co carne. It was garnished on top with sour cream, cheese and was full of beef and beans. The ladies stood behind their coach and posed with enormous smiles. Jo pointed up to them. “This means extra drills next practice,” Jo joked. “We don’t care. It is so worth it!,” they replied. “Better wrap up tight. It is about to get very chilli in here,” the announcer joked. The women raised the bucket over there mess covered coach. Together they began to pour. The thick chilli con carne poured over Jo’s face. Jo stuck her tongue out as she felt the touch of the cold meat and beans against her body. Some rolled down her neck and onto her top. Her necklace was now entwined with bits of meat and beans. Chilli poured over her chest and legs. Then, one of the players pulled open the back of Jo’s trousers, along with her huge plain styled panties. The others directed the flow of chilli down their coach’s back and down into the back of her trousers. Jo almost jumped from her seat when she felt the cold touch of the meaty mess on her tender smooth backside. Soon her underwear was full. They closed her trousers and underwear as they watched Jo squeal and squirm. They could only imagine the natural progression of the chilli inside her pants. Chilli emerged from both the top waistband and the ankles of Jo’s trousers. Jo put her hands over her face and wiped away some of the chilli. The players laughed and hi fived. “We love you Jo,” they said. “Yeah, yeah , yeah,” she said with a put on annoyed face.

The announcer then approached Jo. “So, Jo, what do you have to say. How do you feel?,” he asked. “I feel…..decidedly…messy I would say. I hope that everyone enjoyed that. I hope that the girls enjoyed it. Think of this as sort of a reward for a great season. I would have liked to have won more games, but that is how it goes sometimes. A big thank you to all of our fans as well. You have been terrific.” “It must be strange getting all of that mess poured over your head in front of everyone like this.” Jo laughed. “It is not how I would usually spend my Saturday afternoon, but it was ok.” “Ok, really? You look pretty dirty,” he responded. “ It’s not that bad. It is a bit embarrassing of course, but it was a lot of fun. It is a good laugh. If someone can laugh at themselves it is healthy. I must look pretty funny right now. I tell you what, I will do it again after we get our first win next season.” “Well a big thank you to Jo. She has been a really good sport. Let’s give her a round of applause.” Jo smiled and bowed. She waived and smiled into the camera. “I’m a mess,” she said into the camera in a funny voice.

The pictures of the messing were used in all sorts of promotional material for the team and the league. Jo’s profile grew She did have to answer questions about what happened on that day for a long time, but she took it all on chin.

WB disney club

A guy called Martin Kohl has uploaded some wb disney club clips to youtube. I remember seeing them years ago but they are ven better than I remembered. Below are some of the best ones. I think that they are Italian teachers getting it. There is no escaping the gunge for them.

Loughborough Lightning bet on the match

Loughborough Lightning bet on the match




Loughborough Lightning have gone most of the season without winning a game. It is frustrating because a lot of the games they lost were very close. They were not the worst the team in the league at all, but they just could not seem to put a full game together and achieve a win. Their coach is, arguably, the most attractive woman in netball. The gorgeous Jo Webb. (In my opinion anyway) Jo decided to look for other ways to motivate her team, more unusual ways. She decided to raise the stakes. The team had two matches left to play. Jo was somehow talked into making bets on the matches with the opponents. The bets were messy ones. One of the games would be a team bet, the other would be a coach’s bet. The stakes were extraordinarily high. Basically the outcome of the match would determine who would end up messy. The first game was against Thunder. The whole team that lost was going to be gunged by the winners. If this failed to motivate the team, she did not know what would. It would be total humiliation for the losing team. The losing team would be facing total humiliation in front of everyone.

It was announced before the match what was up for grabs. The crowd loved it. It was a home match as well. The home crowd would either see their girls win or get covered in mess in front of their very eyes. It was a win win situation for them. The girls were very nervous when they heard this. The other team was nervous as well, but they were in a much stronger position going into the match. They were highly confident that they would win. Some of the buckets were displayed to remind the girls what they were playing for. One team was going to get nailed. It would happen at centre court with all of the fans watching. Lightning had a group of very attractive young women on their team. Their purple netball outfits barely covered their panties. Their sexy athletic legs on show for all to see. Unfortunately for them it was very possible that those legs and backsides were going to end up getting covered in mess after this match. Jo hoped it would motivate the team.

Things looked good for Lightning in the first quarter. They actually had a lead at two different points. Unfortunately, everything somehow went wrong and they ended up losing the match by 24 points. It was a disappointing loss. The game was not close. They had almost forgotten about the little bet on the game. Unfortunately for them, the PA announcer did not. None of the fans left. Everyone wanted to see this happen. “Lightning have lost. How could we forget the side bet that was made. Don’t think you will get out of it that easy ladies,” the announcer said. The girls laughed embarrassed about the situation they were in.

Chairs were brought out from the side of the court and arranged side by side across the court. A bucket was placed behind each of the chairs. Thunder were celebrating. They pointed and laughed at the Lightning players. There was one seat for each of them arranged. They were very reluctant to make that long walk of shame to mid court. “Come on Lightning. Get your butts out here. There is no use stalling,” the announcer teased. They knew that this was being aired on television and lots of people they knew would be watching at home. The ladies could not delay forever. They were going to have to suck it up and just deal with it. Some of them were a bit annoyed with Jo for making the bet in the first place. She felt a bit bad about it for sure.

The girls could not stall any longer. They had to begin to make the long walk of shame to their seats. As they walked out, the crowd cheered them. The winning team were pointing and laughing. They were talking amongst themselves about what they were going to do to the players. They walked out in a line, one after another, but stayed relatively close to one another as they walked. Most of them kept their eyes on the floor, not looking up. Some of them blushed and laughed nervously. Among the players who were going to be prominently gunged were; Elizabeth Payne, Emma Massey, Jade Forbes-Wattley and Vanessa Walker. About half of the members were black and half were white. They were all quite attractive.

They walked out and one by one took their seats side by side. When they sat down, their skirts rode even higher up their legs. Some of their knickers already visible from the right angle. They looked at each other and nervously giggled. “I can’t believe that this is happening,” was what was repeated the most. At least it would be happening to them as a team. No one would be spared. The entire team was going to be getting messed. “Now, what will happen now is that the players from Thunder will get to come over and pick out a partner from Lightning,” the announcer instructed. It was obvious what the reason for this was. The winners walked over and began to pick who they wanted to gunge the most. Some of them got their first choice. Others there was some squabbling over who would get who. Miss Payne and Sophia Candappa proved to be two of the more popular choices. In the end they settled it between themselves. The Lightning players looked up at who would be gunging them. Some of them begged for mercy. Some just laughed. The Thunder players teased them and said how much they would be enjoying doing this and how messy it was going to be for them. The players whom they had just competed against were going to get the chance to mess their opponents up big time. Every other player and coach in the league would be watching this as well. They were never going to live this one down. The pictures and videos would be posted everywhere on the internet.

“Now, I will turn everyone’s attention to that lovely row of buckets. Ladies, you will find a bucket beneath each of the chairs. In a moment, Thunder will be raising those buckets and then lowering the contents all over the girls from Lightning.” Everyone cheered. The Thunder players high fived and joked around with one another. The Lightning players buried their faces in their hands. They blushed and made funny faces of anticipation. They were not looking forward to this one little bit. The buckets were huge. The players from Thunder raised them up in the air all at once.

“Ok, is everybody ready?,” the announcer asked. Everyone cheered. The Thunder players responded affirmatively. Some of the Lightning players screamed out, ”Nooo!” “Oh well, tough luck,” the announcer responded. They all got their buckets ready. “Lightning, you didn’t win the match, so now you are going to have to pay the consequences,” the announcer said. As for Jo, she was going to enjoy seeing this, but was also a bit guilty about opening her mouth. Then again, she had put herself on the line for the following week. Next week it could be her in the same position. Only, she would be on her own. It would probably be a lot messier as well for her. Her team was about to suffer the ultimate humiliation at the hands of a rival team.

The girls grimaced and tried to brace themselves. Their sexy, athletic bodies were about to get covered in gunge. “Ok everyone, it is time for the moment that we all have been waiting for. If everyone is ready. On the count of three, let them have it.” Everyone counted down together. “Three, two, one” the girls gripped their chairs and closed their eyes. Everyone got their cameras ready for this. The Thunder players raised their buckets over their respective Lightning players. “Time to get messy.” For the most part, the players had chosen the ones that they had competed directly against to mess. That added an extra element. Gunging someone that you competed against for a whole game made it extra satisfying. It would also be a point of conversation the next time the teams played one another. Not only to beat them but to gunge them as well.

The crowd cheered as, almost in unison, the Thunder players began to tip the gunge buckets over the heads of the Lightning players. The gunge was thick yellow. It was Thunder colours. They were going to cover the Lightning players in their own coloured gunge. The Thunder players took aim and the gunge began to pour over the heads of every Lightning player. Each player could not think about their team mates now because each was being individually humiliated. The gunge poured down over the heads of the players. It poured down their faces and down their bodies. They felt the yellow muck pour over their faces and then down their bodies. They felt gunge pour down on their bare legs. The Thunder players took it slow, ensuring that the gunge got the players as good as they possibly could. They moved the buckets back and forth over their selected partners, making sure that the gunge covered as much of their bodies as possible. People were whistling, cheering and encouraging the Thunder players to make it as messy as they could. Each individual girl getting covered in sloppy gunge.



Jo Webb bit her lip as she looked on. She covered her face with her hands. She watched her players getting covered in gunge. The Thunder players smiled as they trashed their opponents. They knew that if they lost it would have been them sitting there. It was not their idea anyway. Thunder’s coach encouraged her players on as well. She cheered them on telling them to give it to them good. Elizabeth Payne was gunged by one of the players who had defended her the whole game. She had looked very nervous. The defender enjoyed pouring the gunge all over her head and all over her long sexy legs. Miss Payne was quite tall and arched her back. She strained and frowned as the gunge poured over her head and down her face. The sloppy mess poured down her long legs, all the way to her socks. She could feel the gunge all over her legs and on her netball kit. She could feel it on her underwear. Her uniform barely covered her underwear, but sat as she was and as tall as she was, her knickers were visible. The defender laughed as she gunged the beautiful young woman.

Emma Massey was being gunged by one of the young goal scorers that she had been defending. The young woman gleefully poured the gunge all over Miss Massey’s incredible body. Gunge poured onto her head and all over her body. She licked her lips as the gunge poured down on her. It was cold, thick and sloppy. It poured onto her muscular sexy legs. She was a really good defender, so a lot of the players in the league would have been happy to see this happen to her.



Gunge was poured on Sophia Candappa and Vanessa Walker. Over Sophia’s head. All over Vanessa’s sexy dark skin. She giggled as the gunge poured over her. There was enough gunge in the buckets to totally cover anyone well. All twelve players were gunged simultaneously. It was hard for the camera men to keep up. There was so much gunging happening at one time. The cameras went down the line showing full shots of each of the players covered in the gunge. Some of them waived and gave muted smiles. Some of them said, “Hi mum”. Others glared into the camera and shook their fists feigning anger. They sat wallowing in mess. They looked at each other and laughed. “It’s so sloppy,” they said to one another. The Thunder players were then shown celebrating. Some of them shook the Lightning players’ hands. Some of the girls tried to wipe some of the gunge from their eyes and legs. Their coach was speechless.

“Well, wasn’t that fabulous. They were such good sports, let’s give them a round of applause. That is what happens when you lose. They win as a team, they lose as a team, they get gunged as a team.” Some of the Thunder players were spoken to. They said how much they had enjoy gunging their rivals. They thought it best not to interview the Lightning players. Eventually, they were allowed to stand up. Some of them saw the funny side of it. Most were a bit annoyed about getting gunged on national television.

The players then had to walk back to the dressing room. The showers were in more demand that ever. The next half hour consisted of them cleaning the gunge from their bodies. The following week their coach was going to be putting herself on the line. Some of the players almost wanted to lose to see her get messy, but they took too much pride in their sport to ever give anything but their best efforts, as much as they would have liked to see their coach get it. If they did lose again, seeing her get messy would certainly cushion the blow of the loss quite a bit.

Kirsty Soames (Natalie Gumede) a visit to Underworld

***Warning*** This story contains nudity and sexual situations. Do not read if you are underage or are easily offended.
This story contains male wam. It is only the second story that I have done that does so. It is also the only story where I have used the same people from another story. I really enjoyed writing the first one. Also, the story is not about the character Tyrone it is about something happening to me myself. I also want to say that this story is not about violence, abuse or degrading anyone. It is just a fantasy that I have. The characters in the story have a good, helathy and sexually satisfying relationship. The events of the story is just a mutually consentual sexual experience.***



Kirsty Soames (Natalie Gumede) a visit to Underworld




Kirsty had enjoyed what she had done to me so much, that she decided that she wanted to do it again. This time, however, she wanted to share it with others. I was a bit sceptical and nervous about this. She purposely kept a lot of the details to herself, not telling me much about what was going to happen. Although I could pretty much guess about that with some degree of accuracy. She teased me though and told me that I was in for an unveiling. She blindfolded me and opened the door. She had me begin walking. She guided me. We quickly reached our destination within five minutes.

When we arrived, she removed my clothes and handcuffed me and tied me in place the same as she had before in a naked X position. She then covered me in a large sheet, like a car cover. As she did this, she removed the blindfold and looked into my face. “Now, you just stay where you are.” As if I had a choice. “I will be back soon. I just have to get some stuff ready. You are going to be a star tonight,” she aid and laughed evilly. She patted me on the ass and then went off. Things were quiet for some time. I could hear faint rustles and things moving, but Kirsty was making an effort to keep things as quiet as possible.

Finally I could feel Kirsty standing quite close to me. “Well, thanks to you all for coming tonight. Let’s give a big round of applause to my lover, my boyfriend, my slave,” she said. She then pulled the sheet away, revealing me naked tied up. What I saw was that I was at Underworld, the factory where Kirsty worked. What I also saw was every one of Kirsty’s mostly female workmates gathered around looking at me. They were all there, Fiz, Carla, Hayley, Sally, Julie. The only non female was Sean who was gay. They all erupted in cheers and laughter as my naked body was exposed to each and every one of them. I could hear them commenting and could see them pointing towards my genitals. I looked over at Kirsty. She had a huge satisfied smile on her face. She held her arms out and shrugged her shoulders. “ Doesn’t he look cute ladies. Check out that ass huh.” They all seemed to be drinking wine and having snacks. I was bright red and sweating nervously at this point. “Awww isn’t that cute. He is shy,” Kirsty said. The women all seemed to have cameras at the ready now. “Don’t worry. You will have to just get over it. Everyone can see your cock love.” My penis, truth be known was already slightly erect. I stared out at Kirsty’s colleagues’ faces. I could not believe that this was really happening. Kirsty took her hands and rubbed them all over my chubby body. She then took my penis in one hand, showing it to everyone. “Sorry girls, but this is mine,” she said suggestively licked her lips and she bent over. “Hey, Kirsty, I would love a piece of that,” Sally shouted. “He might not look much, but he is an amazing fuck,” Kirsty said. She squeezed my genitals in her hands.



“Come on ladies, you can come and get a closer look. Don’t be shy,” she said. Everyone came forward. Each one came close to me. They would each get a chance to examine and grope me anyway that they chose to. The feeling of being displayed and scrutinised by a factory full of women was surreal. One by one they all came forward and were allowed and up close and personal tour of my entire body. They all made comments. They ranged from complimentary, to insulting to rude. Some of them said what they would like to do to me. Some insulted my weight and size. Kirsty allowed them to put their hands all over me, pretty much anyway that they chose to. Kirsty would just laugh and agree with everything they said and did. She was clearly getting off on watching her workmates play with her boyfriend’s naked body parts. I was completely helpless in their hands. They could basically do anything they wanted to me.



Sally could hardly wait to get her hands on me. She started fondling my legs and ass. She rubbed her hands over my chest and stomach. She came close. She looked me in the eyes. “Oh what I would do to you,” she said, her face inches away from mine. She then grabbed my genitals in her hand. She squeezed and stroked my penis. She firmly and sensually worked it in her hand, essentially, performing and hand job. She leaned over, getting a close look at my penis. Kirsty chuckled as I moaned a bit. Sally leaned over. “Would you consider renting him out?,” she asked. “Well, never say never, but only I may actually fuck him,” she said. Kirsty leaned back on her chair. She put her feet up and enjoyed watching this.

Carla came up next. She owned the factory and was the boss. “Maybe we should make this a regular thing. Maybe we should him on display like this all the time, would make the working day all the more pleasant,” she teased. She came from behind me. She took her long nails and ran them down my back as I squealed. “How do you like that? You are our bitch,” she said. She then wildly slapped my butt cheeks a few times. She ran her nails down my chest and belly as well. She then slapped my penis between her hands. It shook and jiggled wildly. “Hmmm, not bad,” she said,” I’ve seen better.” Fiz was next. She did not like Kirsty, but she was enjoying this. “ewww, he smells a bit doesn’t he,” she said mocking me. “That is a dirty, dirty cock,” she said. She was with Kirsty’s ex Tyrone. She was being civil to Kirsty, but was passive aggressively trying to get to her by making fun of me. “You really need a shower, love. You do stink,” she teased. It did not stop her from taking her turn putting her hands all over naked body.

Next it was Julie’s turn. Julie was very shy, reversed and not very sexual at all, usually. She nervously approached me and went behind me. In her head she already knew what she was going to do. She looked at my body shyly. Kirsty turned to her. “Don’t be shy Julie. Just do what comes naturally. He is a blank canvas.” Julie smiled. She reached out and slapped my behind with her hand. It was soft. Then she closed her eyes and spanked me harder. “Go on Julie, spank that ass,” the women shouted. Julie spanked me over and over again as the women howled with laughter and encouraged her. “That’s it. Let him have it.” She threw caution to the wind and spanked my backside over and over. When she was done she went back into shy mode again. She leaned over to my face. “Sorry,” she said giving a kindly smile.

Finally it was Hayley’s turn. She was very nervous as well. She could not stop giggling. She had not seen someone my age naked in quite some years. She went behind and squeezed my ass cheeks, one in each hand. Her old hands on my youngish body. She then ran her finger down my ass crack. She then reached from behind, through my legs and grasped my scrotum. “I think what you are holding belongs to me,” Kirsty told her. “He is sure a little handful,” Hayley joked. She squeezed my genitals firmly as Kirsty pointed and laughed. “Don’t worry girls. He loves it really. He is naughty and should be punished.” Hayley gave way and returned.



Just then Michelle returned to the factory. She had been away for a few hours. “My oh my, and what do we have here?,” she remarked. “Look at that cock. I love it . Just swaying in the breeze. She came over and had a closer look. “Nice piece of property here, Kirsty, you did well here.” “Well, we are very proud,” Kirsty responded,” I am happy to own his ass. He is quite a good slave,” she said, “ Look how obedient he is.”



She then stood up. “Ok everyone, I think it is time that we get a little messy up in here,” she said in an exaggerated voice to everyone’s screams of approval. “We are going to slop till we drop,” she said. She looked at me with a suggestive look. “ Time for you get down and dirty,” she said. She clapped as the women all cheered my impending demise.

“Now, I know that he loves lasagne, so I just want to give him all the lasagne that he wants and more,” Kirsty said. She brought out a tray of sloppy lasagne. “Yummy,” she said in an exaggerated voice. She took the tray of lasagne in one hand and my penis in her other hand. She smushed my genitals down, submerging them totally in the lasagne. She let them sit in it for a minute and then pulled them out. Bits of cheese, pasta and beef dangled from my penis and nutsack. It hung from my pubic hair. Kirsty burst out laughing and pointed at my mess genitals. She then pushed the tray of lasagne as hard as she could in my face. She tipped it over my head. The layers of sloppy lasagne stuck to the top of my head and face and dribbled down the front of my body. The crunchy side bits that had been left sticking to the tray, she took her hands and rubbed it all over my stomach and chest. The women cheered and gave polite claps. The site of a naked person stood tied in their factory with lasagne all over them was a surreal site for anyone to take in.

She then took a bucket of baked beans and brought them over to me. “he’s about to be beaned,” she said. She lead her co-workers in a chant of “Beans, beans, beans.” She stood behind me and made fun of me for the crowd behind my back before tipping the bucket over my head. Kirsty took great pleasure in pouring the baked beans on me. They poured down from above over my face and hair. I closed my eyes as beans poured over me. Down my back and chest, down over my butt and down my genitals and legs. She took her time slowly directing the beans all over my body. I could feel the sloppy cold baked beans everywhere. The women laughed and cheered at my humiliation. Kirsty made theatrical faces as she poured the beans onto me. Beans dripping down my penis and balls. A puddle of beans collecting below my feet. “Oh yeah baby, how you like them beans? You can have them all. They are all for you. Let me tell you. You never looked better. Look at those beans. Yummy!” She shook the last of them out onto me.



“Next we have some fish pie, who would like to do the honours?,” Kirsty asked. Of course, almost all the hands in the room went up. “Oh please, let me. I want to do this so bad,” Michelle said. Kirsty motioned for her to come up. She got up out of her seat and grabbed the fish pie from Kirsty. “This is going to be so much fun,” Michelle said excitedly. She had never hit anyone with a fish pie before. Many people haven’t. She approached me with an excited smile on her face. She came close to me. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, comically. She then pushed the fish pie into my face. Bits of every type of fish, white sauce and mash were smushed in my face by Michelle Conner. She held it place firmly and then pushed the whole thing downward, smearing it all over my chest and stomach. The thick white fishy mess on me. The fish smell filled the air. Michelle winked and gave a thumbs up before returning to her seat.



Kirsty then produced two squeeze bottles. They contained sour cream and guacamole. “Come on Carla. Come up and give it a go,” Kirsty said. She handed her the bottles to her. Carla took one in each of her hands. She smiled and gave a cheeky look, putting one finger over her mouth. She aimed the green and white bottles at me and started decorating me with them. They came out as spirals. She moved them back and forth over my head first, criss crossing me in green and white across my face. She moved it down my body and then right down my legs, spraying my legs in sour cream and guacamole. It fell all over me. She then decorated my penis the same way. She was delighting in pouring mess on my private parts. She the sprayed what was left over my backside. The ladies watched guacamole and sour cream cover my rear end. Carla gave a cheeky wink as she walked back to her place.

Next Sally was given a casserole dish filled with leftover tuna casserole. “Perfect use of leftovers I find,” Kirsty said,” Waste not want not. By the way, if any of you ever have any leftovers you are throwing away, please bring them around ours. Better on him than in the bin,” she said. In this case, there was no telling how old the tuna casserole really was. Kirsty nearly gagged when she opened the lid. Sally smiled. She brought the casserole dish up to me. She looked me over. She slowly brought the dish to my head and turned it over. A vile combination of tuna fish, bow tie pasta, sweet corn, mayo, celery and other assorted ingredients plopped down onto my head. It stuck to the top of my head and rolled down my face. It was all a sort of off white, grey colour. Kirsty crossed her arms and smiled as she watched the vile mess roll all over me. The smell was atrocious. Sally took her hand and rubbed some of it in my face and on my backside. She was enjoying doing this to me in more than one way. She took her time, enjoying embarrassing me.

“Finally, Hayley has been kind enough to bring us something special from the café. Usually when food is spoiled or half eaten, it has to be thrown away. Tonight is the exception. Over at Roy’s Rolls they have saved all of their discarded food waste from the past week. Just have a wild guess about where it will all be going,” Kirsty said, An enormous bucket filled with a week’s worth of table scraps and expired food was produced. Julie and Hayley got to hold the bucket. They carried it over. They all counted down. “Three…two…one” The two women tipped the slop bucket over me. Bits of discarded sandwiches, vegetables, scrambled egg, noodles, bits of bacon, sausages, slices of ham and all sorts of other food poured down on me. The flow seemed to last forever. The women howled and cheered as the leftovers were poured all over me. It was everywhere. They wolf whistled and clapped.

Kirsty thanked them all for coming and then they all left one by one until only the two of us were left. Kirsty walked over. “That was amazing,” she said,” Its time to go home though. Come on.” She untied me and let me down. “Oh yeah, there is nowhere to clean up and I seem to have left your clothes at home. No bother, a long brisk walk will do you good.” I realized that I would have to walk home in the state that I was. I looked a bit hesitant. “Come on now, let’s get going. Follow me. I will clean you myself when we get home. Now march.” Embarrassingly, I had to walk, naked, covered in mess from head to toe right down the street to where we lived. It was a short walk but it was still totally humiliating. It was still light out. Kirsty whistled and made noise to attract attention. I followed her, head hanging low up the street. I tried not to make any eye contact with anyone as I passed. Eventually we made it home.



“Well, you were a real star tonight. Those ladies are going to post photos of all the gory details all over the internet. Well, what do you know, time to fuck,” she said.

Jessie J Pick Me

***Warning*** This story contains nudity and sexual situations. If you are under age or are easily offended please do not continue****


Jessie J Pick Me




Jessie J is one of the kinkiest celebrities out there. She is unashamedly bi sexual and is not the least bit inhibited about it. Her sexuality was a huge part of who she was. In her private life she could be over the top and outrageous. Jessie J found herself on the Voice. A female contestant was singing. Jessie liked her voice a lot and thought that she could win the show. She turned around along with her male colleagues. When she did she liked what she saw even better. The woman singing was a tall black woman with long legs, an pert backside, large breasts and an afro. “Mmmm, looks nice,” Jessie thought to herself. Jessie looked her up and down. She was enjoying what she was seeing.

The others turned around as well. They all really wanted this woman on their team. They all pushed hard. Jessie was quite assertive in her efforts. “You have an amazing voice and stage presence. You look incredible. I really, really, WANT you,” she said. The woman replied that she really admired Jessie because of her openness about her sexuality and individuality. The others made their cases as well. In the meantime the two women’s eyes had been locked for some time and did not show any signs of stopping. “I tell you what, if you pick me, you will not regret it. I will really make it worth your while,” Jessie said in a seductive voice. The young woman was all smiles. “I may hold you to that,” she blurted out, without even really considering her words.



Then the moment of truth came. The woman picked Jessie as her coach of course. She came down and the two hugged. As the were embraced. Jessie whispered in her ear. “You are so hot. We are going to have a lot of fun. Meet me in my dressing room in an hour,” she said. Jessie whispered to one of the production crew to allow the contestant into her dressing room. She also instructed them to bring a few unusual items to her dressing room as well. It was hard for Jessie to concentrate fully for the rest of the taping because she was thinking about what she was going to be doing after it. Finally the taping was over and Jessie rushed back to her dressing room. She knew what would be waiting for her there. She strutted her way down the hallway, finally arriving at her dressing room. She took a deep breath and smiled. She opened the door and entered.

She entered the room. The contestant was sitting down. She immediately stood up. The two women walked towards one another. In an instant, again they were hugging but this time it was considerably different. This time their bodies were pressed close together, wrapped around one another. They were instantly enraptured in a deep kiss. Their tongues mingling, there heads swaying as they hungrily snogged one another. Their hands were all over each other. Jessie took her own hands and quickly started unbuttoned her own shirt. She undid her buttons and pulled her shirt off, revealing a tight fitting black bra. She then lowered her tights to her ankles, revealing matching black underwear. She then pulled off the contestant’s top and pulled her jeans down. She was now only wearing a white bra and matching panties. The two women kissed more, pressing their half naked bodies together. Allowing their hands to roam around each other’s bodies. Their legs wrapped around one another.



Jessie stepped back and looked at the sexy woman. “You chose me, so now it is time for your reward,” she said suggestively. She then pulled out a pair of handcuffs and jingled them about. She then pointed to the table. The table contained a number of luscious food items. “I am all yours. You can have your way with me,” she said. Jessie sat on one of the office type chair that was in the room. She placed her hands behind her back. She handed the handcuffs to the woman. She gently cuffed one of Jessie’s wrists. She pulled the cuffs around the back of the chair and then cuffed her other wrist. This talent show hopeful now had a half naked Jessie J cuffed to a chair and had tons of messy food items to use on her however she saw fit. They both wondered if this would be a good time to send a tweet.



The contestant decided to run her hands up and down Jessie’s body first, touching her sexy body all over. She then turned her attention to the food. “Don’t be shy babe. I’m all yours. Tulisa was the same at first,” she said, hinting that the flirtation between herself and the X factor judge had gone further than cheeky tweets and compliments. “Go on. I am a dirty, dirty bitch,” she said,” I am your bitch tonight.” The contestant could not believe her good fortune. She was alone with her half naked idol who was allowing her to do as she pleased to her. She looked down at the deserts that Jessie had prepared.

She first grabbed a banana cream pie. It was filled with thick banana pudding, banana slices and thick whipped cream as well as a graham cracker crust. The woman picked up the pie in one hand and sauntered over to Jessie. She looked her deep in the eyes. Jessie licked her lips suggestively. They looked deep into one another’s eyes. “Give it to me baby,” Jessie said in her sexiest voice. The beautiful singing contestant came closer. She straddled Jessie. She was almost sitting on her lap. Their bodies touching. They each sighed. She leaned back. Jessie closed her eyes. She then pushed the creamy pie straight into the face of her new coach. The pie stuck right on Jessie’s face. She then pushed the pie harder, enjoying the element of control that she was exercising over the half naked celebrity. Jessie was now face to face with the thick banana cream pie. She pushed it harder and harder into Jessie’s face. Jessie’s entire head, including all of her short hair was covered in pie. When she pulled away, Jessie’s face was revealed, splattered in pie and cream. Crust fell away from her face. She opened her mouth and allowed a huge mouthful of pie crust to fall from her mouth, down her chin. Her neck and shoulders were tinged with a halo of pie. Jessie then laughed and let out a little squeal. “Mmmm, feels so good. You totally creamed me,” she said.

The singer next grabbed a huge swiss roll. It was the type that was yellow filled with cream and strawberry jam. It was a very long one. It was not the traditional sort of item that people used to get messy with, but it would be put to good use today. The young singer took both hands and sunk them into the swiss roll. She came up with them covered in cake, cream and jam. She then pushed both hands into Jessie’s stomach. She rubbed them up and down, smushing the tasty mess up and down Jessie. She then grabbed two more handfuls and rubbed them across her breasts and down her sides and back, smearing the cakey mess as she went. The action had two lovely effects, she was covering Jessie’s sexy body in swiss roll while getting the chance to fondle Jessie’s body. Jessie was enjoying the feel of the messy female hands massaging her half naked body. She took two more handfuls and pushed them onto Jessie’s knees before rubbing them up her thighs and down her calves. She covered Jessie’s legs in a thin layer of mush. She then took another handful and rubbed it straight into Jessie J’s face. Jessie’s mouth fell and she submissively let her head move along with the motion of the woman’s hand as she twisted the swiss roll in her face. What was left of the swiss role she grabbed. She then went to the back of Jessie and opened the back of her panties. She thrust her messy hand down the back of her underwear. She smushed the mess down as much as she could. She then pulled her hand out and closed the underwear. Jessie squealed as she felt swiss roll all over her ass and pussy. She moved her legs in and out. She felt the swiss roll on her most intimate areas.

Next came a plastic container filled with cherry pie filling. “Oh God,” Jessie said. The girl held the container over Jessie’s body. She then slowly tipped it over. The thick, sloppy, sticky red cherry pie filling fell from the container and landed on Jessie’s body. It was so gloppy and sloppy. Jessie’s mouth opened and she laughed as she felt the red mess slowly pressing against her body. It slowly poured onto her breasts, stomach, underwear and legs. It felt sensual and tender against her scantily clad body. The singer then took her hands and rubbed more of the cherry pie filling around on Jessie’s hair and in her face.



The woman then grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup. She popped the top and aimed it at Jessie’s body. She turned it upside down and began to squeeze the dark brown chocolate sauce over Jessie’s legs, up her stomach and over her chest. Jessie stretched her sexy body as she felt chocolate sauce dripping slowly and sensually down her languid body parts. The woman looked at Jessie with a satisfied look as she poured the chocolaty mess over her. She then poured more on the top of her head and down her face. The chocolate sauce fell over her face conforming the natural lines in her cheeks and face. The woman then stuck her index finger in the chocolate that covered Jessie’s breasts. She then put the finger slowly into Jessie’s moth. Jessie stuck her tongue out and sensually licked the chocolate sauce from the singer’s finger.

She then took globs of banoffee desert and plopped them down onto Jessie’s body. She placed some on her face, breasts and thighs. She then pushed a handful into Jessie’s face. Jessie opened her mouth and swayed her head as the girl pushed the delicious mess in her face. The feeling of sexuality, submission and delicious deserts was rapturous for Jessie. The girl then took a handful of the lovely substance and thrust it straight into Jessie’s crotch, rubbing it around on her panties. She bit her lip and moaned in appreciation.



She then grabbed an apple cream pie. She again straddled her new coach. This time, she pushed the pie squarely into Jessie’s chest. She threw it into her breasts and then pushed it downwards, smearing Jessie’s body in apple, cream and crust, right down her body. The feeling of it on her flesh drove Jessie wild. All she wanted to do was put her hands all over herself. She motioned for the contestant to undo the handcuffs.

The woman came over and freed Jessie. Jessie smiled. She reached back and unhooked her bra. She threw it aside and then quickly lowered her panties. She then took her hands and rubbed them all over her messy body. She danced, sexually shaking her hips. She then placed her filthy hands between her legs and began rubbing some of the remains of the mess on her vagina. She squealed and squirmed. In the meantime the contestant grabbed a bottle of whipped cream and began to spray it all over various parts of Jessie’s anatomy. Jessie played with herself as more was sprayed on her. She fingered her vagina and squeezed her breasts.

She then grabbed the contestant and pulled her over onto her. The two were soon snogging passionately and rubbing their hands all over each other. Their bodies pressed together. Jessie’s messy body transferring some mess onto the contestants as they cavorted on the floor. Jessie removed the woman’s underwear as they canoodled. Their hands and mouths were soon everywhere. The rolled around on the floor, smearing the carpet with messy food as they went.



They then flipped over in 69 position. They wasted little time, diving right in. They buried their faces in one another’s crotches, hungrily eating each other’s pussies out. In the process, they each grabbed a black forest gateau. They pushed it downwards between their legs, covering both their pussies and faces in the creamy cake. Eating both cake and pussy at once. The young hopeful was now getting to know her new mentor in ways that were way more intimate than she ever could have possibly imagined. The two hungrily ate each other out, both smearing in mess. They cradled each other’s heads as their tongues soon penetrated deep into one another’s private parts. Both women were heading quickly towards climax. Jessie’s screams could be heard through various parts of the building. “Ooooh yeah, fuck yeah,” she screamed.

They each closed their eyes as they felt their vaginas reaching the point of maximum arousal. They feverishly sucked one another, until the moment arrived. They could not longer hold back. They had to give in to pleasure. Their bodies erupted in an explosion of sexual satisfaction. Their vagina’s erupted in squirting torrents of pussy juice that poured into one another’s faces. They leaned back as their muscles contorted and spasmed. Their bodies shook. They bit their lips. The uncontrollable animal sounds of sexual gratification filled the air. There was little doubt that Jessie J was a screamer. They sounded like a pair of wild animals. They leaned back momentarily. “Hey, we ought to put that on a record, eh? I don’t think that we ever sounded better,” Jessie quipped.

The two lay on the floor next to one another. “I told you I would make it worth your while,” Jessie said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Don’t get the wrong idea, I don’t do this with all my contestants,” she joked. She couldn’t quite believe that she had done it herself. This was probably way out of bounds of a mentor. It would probably be a huge scandal if it ever got out, but, at the end of the day, they were two adults enjoying some consensual pleasure which both enjoyed. What was realized was that Jessie made many of the same faces and noises having sex as she did when she was singing.

The Rovers Eva gets it ( Catherine Tyldesley )

The Rovers Eva gets it ( Catherine Tyldesley )




Eva has worked for a long time as a barmaid. She lives with her mother and grandmother. She also had a half sister named Leanne. Eva was very popular as a barmaid. Her claim to fame was her enormous bosoms. They were absolutely gigantic and she had no problem flaunting them for the men. She always got the best tips as a result. In her family, because of all the females in the house, there was always arguing and taking the mick out of one another.

There had been quite a few gungings on the street by this time. This is what made Eva’s family hatch the idea that they should do the same to her. The idea of pouring mess all over Eva was something that her family found hilarious. Eva was a right diva in their eyes. She was vain and a bit self absorbed. She was very into her appearance. Her clothes, hair and makeup were very important to Eva. She would spend hours getting ready in the morning. They knew how much she was hate getting messy. This would make it even more funny for them. Eva’s reaction was going to be priceless for sure. They just had to come up with a way to set her up. They decided that it would have to take place in the pub. They decided that a good starting point would be to get Eva drunk. This would not be hard, because Eva drank heavily and often. She was tipsy a good amount of the time anyway. They decided that they would then convince her to play a game. They would not tell her the consequences of losing until after she lost. They would challenge her to darts. She stunk anyway, but throwing darts in an inebriated state would guarantee that she would lose.

Eva wore a sparkly red dress that evening. As always, it showed off her insanely large breasts. She was not shy about showing them off. She did not seem to think of it as being provocative. The way she saw it, she had assets and was simply using them to her best advantage. She enjoyed attention and never had to pay for drinks. Other women never liked her much, but she did not really care. She felt that they were just jealous. She never suspected that her family members were setting her up. She was too self involved to notice anyway.

She spent the whole night drinking wine. She was half drunk when the challenge came for the dart game. She agreed to play, barely knowing what she was doing. Of course, she was so drunk that she could barely even hit the dart board. She played against her mother, who was a pretty good darts player anyway. She beat Eva badly. Once she was beaten, the word consequences was mentioned. Eva barely caught on to what was being said. She was walked to the centre of the pub and sat down. She was about to sober up very quickly. She was about to get something that she could never have expected.



Before she knew it, a chair was brought out and she was pushed to take a seat in it. She fell into it and laughed. Before she knew what was happening, her grandmother grabbed her wrists and handcuffed them both to the rungs of the chair behind her back. “hey, wait,” she tried to protest,” What are you doing?,” she spluttered. “Just getting you ready for your punishment my dear,” her grandmother replied with a grin. “Punishment? What is this? What do you mean?,” she rambled. No one replied. Everyone just smiled and laughed knowingly. Eva now began to worry about what was about to happen. Her mother, Stella, seemed have momentarily disappeared. Eva’s head darted around. She had a troubled look on her furrowed forehead. Stella had just gone to get some special containers, Eva would find out the hard way what they contained. Eva was now helpless to whatever they had planned for her.

In the meantime, her grandmother went behind the bar and grabbed two of the hoses that were used to dispense beer. She pulled and stretched them out, aiming them at Eva. She then pulled the triggers at hr granddaughter. A heavy carbonated spray of beer sprayed Eva. Eva screamed loudly. It was very cold and quite unexpected. Her hands were literally tied so she was unable to guard herself against the spray in any way. Her grandmother hosed her down in the awful smelling beer. It sprayed in her face as she shrieked, squirmed and sputtered. It soaked her hair and washed down her face. Her grandmother aimed the beer up and down her body. She did not let up at all, spraying Eva’s body up and down. She aimed squarely at Eva’s large breasts. The beer sprayed and sputtered all over. Her dress becoming more and more soaked by the moment. The dress was soaked completely and began to cling tightly around Eva’s luscious body. It became almost see through. As her breasts were sprayed, it became clear to anyone watching closely that Eva had chosen not to wear a bra today. The dress was soaked. The shape of her large nipples could be seen straight through her dress. It was clear, possibly due to the coldness of the liquid that was all over her, that her nipples were already erect. They were hard as rocks. They looked almost aroused. Eva shivered as the beer dripped down her soaked body and hair. She looked up at her grandmother and furiously glared at her. Her grandmother just gave a satisfied smile as she looked down at Eva. She looked like a drowned rat.



Eva’s mother now emerged with a gigantic trifle in her hand. It was all in a plastic bowl. It was filled with whipped cream, custard, jelly, sponge and fruit cocktail. The serving size could have probably fed twenty without any problem. She walked towards Eva carrying the trifle in one hand. She sauntered over as the customers applauded her. Eva spotted her out of the corner of her eye. “ No, Mum, please, what are you doing? You can’t..” “I think you’ll find that I can and I will,” Stella said sarcastically. She took the trifle and softly pushed it into her sexy daughter’s face. Eva’s squealed her muffled as she received a face full of the delicious trifle. Her mother then straddled her daughter, pushing it harder into her face. The trifle squashed against her face and began to dribble down her neck and onto her chest. Stella pulled back for an instant. Eva’s face was covered in custard and cream. Stella then pushed more of the trifle straight into Eva’s heaving chest, smearing her breasts in trifle. Jelly dribbled out onto her bosom. Some jelly then fell out and fell straight into Eva’s cleavage. She could feel the jelly inside her dress, against her large boobs. She could feel it between her breasts. Her mother then took what was left of the trifle and placed the bowl on top of Eva’s head, letting the remains fall out on her. She then took a large handful of the jelly in her hands. She then pushed it into Eva’s chest, rubbing the jelly around on her daughter’s breasts.

Her half sister Leanne now came forward with a container filled with egg salad. The eggs in it could be smelled from quite a distance. They smelled rotten. The stench was disgusting. “Smells like Eva,” Leanne teased. The two had slept with the same men before, so their relationship was not always the easiest. The trifle covered Eva glared up at Leanne. Leanne gave a sarcastic smile. She approached her half sister and tipped the container over. The disgusting slimy yellow substance fell in large blobs from the container and landed on Eva. She squealed as the egg salad poured over her face and all over the front of her body. Loads of tit poured into the top of her dress. Because of the size of her breasts and the way that she liked to show them off, there was a huge amount of space at the top of her dress that was allowing large amounts of mess to make its way inside of her dress. Bits of smelly yellow rotten egg salad stuck all over Eva’s face and body. Loads of it stuck to her face directly. She tried to wiggle and wriggle her face around, but she could do little to remove the egg as her hands were tied. She coughed and gagged. The smell and taste of the rotten egg filled her senses.



Her grandmother now approached her. It seemed to be an assembly line of Eva’s family getting ready to humiliate her. Her grandmother carried a tub of vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream along with and ice cream scoop. Eva was about to get chilly. She gave a satisfied look as she approached her granddaughter. She reached in and took the first scoop of ice cream out. She pushed the scoop on the top of Eva’s head slightly to the left. She pushed it down and released, ensuring that the scoop of ice cream suitably stuck in place on her head. She then took another scoop and placed it right next to the first on top of Eva’s head. The ice cream began to melt immediately from the heat from Eva’s body. She then took a few more scoops and placed them onto Eva’s lap and on her thighs. Eva squealed and shrieked at the coldness of the ice cream against her skin. Two more were placed on each of her knees. The ice cream scoop was then pushed between her legs, up her skirt. A scoop of ice cream was placed between her legs. Her grandmother then gently pulled open the front of her top and began dropping scoops of ice cream down between her breasts. They rolled down the front of her stomach, all the way to the top of her dress. She then closed the dress, causing the ice cream to smush against Eva’s body. She then took three more scoops of ice cream and placed them on top of Eva’s breasts. By now the ice cream had really began to melt. Streaks of brown pink and white trickled down Eva’s face and body.

Her mother’s turn was next. She carried over a large bucket of custard. She smiled at her daughter as she carried it over. She went behind Eva and winked slyly. She lifted the custard and began to pour it on Eva. In an instant the thick yellow custard fell onto Eva’s head. It poured over her very distinctive forehead and soon covered her entire head. She could only close her eyes as she all but disappeared behind the wave of thick custard. It poured over her shapely form. In a moment, only her shape could really be seen beneath the custard that covered her. She let out a muted moan. She could not deny that the feeling of the custard all over her body was not entirely unpleasant. She was totally coated from head to toe. She shook her head as best she could, only small bits of custard fell off of her.



Next was Leanne again. She carried a bucket that contained coleslaw. It was thick and truly disgusting. It smelled awful and would have tasted awful as well. “You really do stink,” Leanne said mockingly. She held the container in front of Eva’s face and let her get a good look, and a good smell. She then tipped the container slightly and pushed it into Eva’s face as hard as she could. She twisted it around in her face as she laughed heartily. She enjoyed trashing the younger, much better looking Eva. Coleslaw was now all over Eva’s breasts and face. Eva was now up close and personal with the foul smelling, slimy, gloppy white mess. It was all over her nose, forehead and mouth. She struggled desperately to get rid of as much of it as she could, but it proved very difficult. She tried desperately any way she could to get the coleslaw off of her face. It was hilarious sight to those who were watching. They were roaring with laughter at her humiliation.

It was gran’s turn again. She had a big bucket of porridge ready for Eva. She walked over and stood behind Eva. She played to the crowd making gestures behind Eva’s back, making fun of her. She then raised the bucket and let the porridge slowly make its way over Eva. The texture was uneven. Parts of the porridge were quite lumpy while other parts were runny. There was tons of it though. It slowly plopped down onto Eva. It seemed to take ages as it slowly poured onto her. It was almost grey in colour. It was cold and quite clammy in feeling. It had probably been sitting around awhile. It was stodgy and gross. Eva knew her grandmother was a total bitch. She took pleasure in humiliating people, so this was no surprise, She was really playing up to the crowd.

Stella now emerged again. She announced that this would be the final bucket, much to Eva’s relief. That was the good news for Eva. The bad news was that the bucket was filled with pig slop. The crowd cheered and whistled. Everyone then started chanting the word slop. “Slop, slop, slop,” everyone repeated. “Noooo!,” Eva shouted,” This is disgusting,” She had no idea how disgusting. The slop was real and not a copy. It was truly disgusting. Eva’s head spun with anger and embarrassment. Her own mother was about to pour a bucket of pig slop over her head in front of the whole town. She was very angry indeed. Her mother stood with the bucket held over her. The crowd still was chanting. All of her family joined in as well. Stella decided that it was time. She raised the bucket and began to pour. The slop was really a sight to behold. It was yellow with orange and green chunks in it. Stella poured it down onto her daughter. She was literally slopping her daughter. The slop poured onto Eva’s head and down her face. Everyone cheered as they watched the slop pour down onto the sexy woman sat in the chair. The slop smelled awful as well. Soon it was all over Eva. Everyone cheered and laughed as the last of the slop fell onto Eva. “Eww, that stinks,” some of the people said.

Finally Eva was uncuffed and let free. She quickly pushed off some of the mess and then angrily trudged past the bar to where she lived, she went straight for the shower. She spent the next forty five minutes cleaning the filthy mess from her shapely body. She cleaned and scrubbed herself for what seemed like ages. She did not want to show her face for some time after this. She was totally embarrassed. She figured she would never get a date again this way.