Human pizzas

Kids make their moms into human pizzas. They are all pretty attractive as well. They all get it quite nicely.

Charley Webb I wanna be flushed

Charley Webb I wanna be flushed

It turned out that Charley Webb had always been a massive fan of the show. She had watched it from the beginning and had always wanted a chance to appear on it herself. She was over the moon when her agent contacted her and advised her that she had been offered the opportunity to appear on Let Her Have it. She accepted the offer straight away. She did wonder what they would have in store for her. She knew that a huge mess would be awaiting her for sure, however. The only thing that she really knew was that she was asked to wear the short black skirt and boots that she wore many times on Emmerdale. This skirt looked amazing on her. She was all too happy to wear it. She thought about what would be happening on the show quite a bit in the weeks leading up to her appearance, thinking about what it would be like. The idea of getting messed on national television with the whole country tuning in excited her quite a bit. She could not even believe that she was famous enough to be on the show.

The day finally arrived that she had been waiting for. She wore the skirt that she had been asked to. She was glad to do it. She had an inkling of how flattering it was. She could tell that there were forces at work on the show who really appreciated how it looked. She was a bit embarrassed by the whole thing but was determined to enjoy the experience for what it was. She did not really tell anyone apart from her family about the appearance. She was very flattered to be picked. She was nervous back stage but was made to feel at home. There were chocolates and flowers in her dressing room. When it came time to come out on stage, she took a deep breath and made her way out.

She didn’t have a smile but a serious look as she came out to the applause of the audience. She shook Mr. G.’s hand and joined him on the couches. “ So Charley Webb of Emmerdale. It is lovely to meet you.” “Well thanks, I am happy to be here. Thanks for having me here.” “It is our pleasure. You are looking lovely today by the way.” “Why thank you very much. Likewise,” she responded. “Well we all know why you are here.” “ I guess we do she said,” twisting her lips and wiggling her eyebrows before giggling. “Well, I hope that you are ready to get messy,” he said. “ Well, yes, that is why I am here,” she responded. “ That is what I like to hear. I think it is time to reveal what we have for you today,” Mr. G. said.

“It looks as though you may be holding something in, Charley, so we thought that we would help you to get it all out. I am sure that it will be a relief for you,” he joked. She put her hands to her face and laughed. She had a feeling that she knew what he was referring to. “Let’s have a look,” he said. The curtain then was drawn back and the stage turned itself around revealing what was in store for Charley. Of course, it was none other than the giant flush. She began to blush and squealed with laughter. She smiled. “Yes, it is the giant flush,” Mr. G. said,” We thought that you deserved to sit on the throne,” he said. “ What do you think? Are you up for this?,” he asked. “It would be an honour,” she said, shaking his hand. He then walked with her over to the dirty toilet under the huge toilet. The audience watched her legs and body as she walked towards the toilet.

Mr. G. motioned for her, bowing, inviting her to take her seat on the toilet before her. She turned around and lowered her backside straight down onto the toilet. She stretched her bare legs out in front of her before bending her knees. Her legs pressed against the cold porcelain of the toilet beneath her. She straightened her top and smiled. “ Well, you look right at home on there. Are you comfortable?,” Mr. G. asked. “ Oh yes, this is what I have always wanted,” she said half serious, half sarcastically. “I can tell that you have been craving the flush,” Mr. G. joked. “Oh yeah, no doubt,” she said,” I have always imagined you flushing the toilet on me,” she said. “I know that you definitely looked desperate for the toilet earlier,” he joked.

“Ok then, here we go,” he said. He went over to the giant flusher on the side of the bathroom set and got ready to let it rip. Charley looked over at him and smiled. She gave a thumbs up. She smiled, looked at her and then pulled down on the flusher. Everyone began to chant, ”Flush”.

Farting noises and the noises of a woman going to the toilet were heard, followed by the sounds of a toilet flushing. Charley looked up when she heard the noises coming from above her. She laughed and shook her head. Just then a massive amount of thick, gloppy brown gunge poured through the giant toilet bowl that lay over her head. It poured down from above and hit Charley squarely in the face. It poured down one side of her face first and then the middle, before pouring on the other side as well. Some of the larger lumps stuck to the top of her head. The brown mess poured down her face and neck. She closed her eyes as the brown mess continued to pour down on her from above.

Brown gunge poured directly onto her legs. It poured up her calves then up onto her thighs. The gunge was everywhere at this point. It covered her clothes and body. Her clothes were weighed down by the heavy brown gunge. She could feel it thick and sloppy all over her body. As it was happening though, she could feel tinges of pleasure throughout her body. The feeling of the gunge on her body was as pleasurable as she had imagined that it might be, but even better. She played with the gunge that was covering her skirt and knees. Her face was a mask of brown gunge. Her eyes and teeth were the only clean bits left that shone through. The colour, feel and consistency of the gunge made it appear as if someone really had flushed the toilet on Charley. The gunge stunk as well. She looked over at Mr. G. and shook her head. She ran her fingers through her gunge splattered fringe. Gunge had splattered everywhere as it had splashed off of Charley’s body.

“I think that I am badly in need of some toilet roll,” she joked,” I seem to have really made a mess of your bathroom. I apologize,” she said. “Oh don’t worry, sometimes you just have to go,” he joked back. “ Well, how did you find that?,” he asked. “Everything I imagined and more,” she replied,” I loved every second of it. Everyone should give it a try. They won’t be disappointed.

“So, a big thank you to Charley Webb. She was a brilliant guest. We will see you all next time on Let her have it.”

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Steffi Graf dinner party

**Warning: This story is not real. It is not based in reality. It also contains sexual situations**

Steffi Graf dinner party

This story happened way before Steffi Graf married Andre Aggassi. It was way before they were even dating. I believe that he was married to Brooke Shields at the time. At the time, she was the best tennis player in the world bar none. We had met through a group of mutual friends during a tournament that she ended up winning. I was very excited to meet her after one of the matches ended. We were introduced and we shook hands. Instantly, I felt a feeling of undeniable mutual animal attraction between the two of us. We looked one another up and down, getting a good view of one another. I ended up asking everyone to attend a special dinner at my place. Of course, the main reason was an attempt to get to know Steffi Graf better. Much to my delight, she actually agreed to attend.  I never really dreamt that things would work out. I only invited people and hoped for the best.

I waited and got the place all ready for the guests. Eventually, they began to arrive. I was a bit worried because Steffi was one of the last to arrive. She arrived wearing a lacy black low cut dress. It was short around the legs and cleavage. The black looking good against her tanned skin. Her hair was back in a ponytail. When she entered, there was no special greeting. She just entered, said hello and took her seat. I had made sure that she would be sitting adjacent to myself. She did look slightly uncomfortable. I was hoping that I had done nothing wrong. We began to have some drinks and appetisers. I tried to not make it obvious that I was watching her as she sensually ate and drank at this point. Everything she did seemed to turn me on. I really did not want to embarrass either of us at this point. It was early days and the room was filled with people. We made small talk through the appetizer and the first part of the meal.

That is when I noticed that Steffi was looking at me. She looked quite flushed and looked as though she was sweating. We began looking over at one another and then looking away. I could tell at this point that she was feeling something. We looked at each other. She looked me deep in the eyes and then licked her lips. She then moved her bare leg over and crossed it over mine, rubbing her foot and leg against my leg. I ran my hand all over her sexy bare leg and up underneath her skirt. She put her hand between my legs and palmed my crotch, which was bulging at this point. Just then someone looked over and nearly caught us, so we had to pull our hands away. We continued eating. As, I continued looking at her, I realised that she was sweating heavily. Her hair appeared to be wet and her dress was pressed tight against her, it looked as though it was soaked. She looked as if she was in a sauna. She seemed to be extremely turned on. I hoped I was the only person who noticed. Everything she did seemed to sexualized now from her eating spaghetti to tasting her desert. It was an odd situation. We did not even really talk throughout the dinner. However, it was clear to both of us what was on our minds. Finally the rest of the guests went home. It could not happen quick enough for us two. Although we did our best not to be rude.

The door closed on the final guest. Steffi remained behind with myself. “I thought that they would never leave,” she said. In an instant, we were all over each other. We began to snog, kissing passionately. Our hands all over each other’s bodies. We dragged one another to the table and fell down on top of it, Steffi on her back. I could feel how and sweaty she was. She looked into my eyes, bit her lip and said,” The food… I want it on me.” My hands touched her all over and I reached over for some bowls of leftover food.

I reached over and grabbed the biggest bowl first. The one that I had my eye on for the entirety of the meal. It was a massive bowl of spaghetti in sauce. It had been sitting on the table for some time now and was beginning to smell slightly funny. It looked like leftovers now. It all probably would have been thrown away normally, but I was going to get the chance to make good use of it. Earlier I had watched Steffi eating it and had imagined all sorts of things. Now it was going to really happen. I reached over and grabbed the bowl with both hands. I lifted my body up, holding the bowl over her. I then tipped it down over her head and face and then downwards over her body. I watched as the disgusting messed poured all over the tanned tennis player. She writhed and moaned as she felt the feeling of the mess caressing her. Her hand was between her legs now. She closed her eyes in pleasure. I had imagined pouring spaghetti on Steffi Graf for years and now it was really happening. It piled on her. The smell of the leftover spaghetti mixed with the natural smell of Steffi’s sweaty body was highly erotic. The spaghetti looked so good on her, I then took everyone’s plates that still had leftovers on them and tipped them one by one over her. It slithered down her shoulders and chest and all over her legs. Her hair was covered in spaghetti. The thick sloppy sauce sticking to her hair and face. “I want to be dirty,” she whispered in her German accent. She looked up as tipped the plates on her, letting people’s half eaten spaghetti dinners fall onto her. She was soon lying in a massive pile of half eaten spaghetti. “Oh my god. I am such a dirty bitch,” she said. To say the least, I was surprised and pleased about her reaction and how the evening was going.

Next I reached over and grabbed a large container of spaghetti cheese. It absolutely stunk, but it was definitely perfect for Steffi on this evening. I held the container over her body and began to shake it. It began to sprinkle over her. I moved it up and down her body, leaving a trail of parmesan cheese as I went. It stuck to her sweaty skin and almost soaking wet dress. Then I tipped the remained over the top of her head. Her hair began to be covered in the cheese. It looked as though she had really bad dandruff or something. She leaned over and said,” Smell my cheese.” She wrapped her arm around me and we pulled in close and kissed passionately.

I then reached over and grabbed the bowl of salad. It was covered in thick ranch dressing and was filled with lettuce, tomato, cucumber, carrot, croutons and more cheese. It looked like it was going south as well. It was not rotted as of yet but appeared to be going that way fast. It was up to me to make sure it was put to good use. I did just that, dumping it all over Steffi’s athletic body. The largely green, leafy mess fell down onto her with a crunch. The majority landed on her chest. I then tossed the bowl aside and put my hands on the mound of salad on her. I pushed it up and down on her and then took my palms and rubbed handfuls around on her face and hair. I reached down and opened up her kickers. They were also black and very tiny. I slid some salad into them and then pushed them shut again. This pushed the salad squarely against her smooth love crack. She let out a loud gasp as she felt the salad all over herself.

I then reached over and grabbed a big bowl of chocolate mousse that we had all had for dessert. Three quarters of it was still there. It was thick, cool, brown and delicious. It was in a large dessert dish made out of what appeared to be crystal. I reached over and pulled it over her. I started to pour it down from her shoulder down her breasts, stomach and body and then down her legs. I listened to her moan as she felt he soft gloppy brown mess down her body. It stuck to her body and to her lacy black dress. I then poured the rest onto the top of her head. I leaned over and ran my tongue up and down her flesh, licking up some of the chocolate mousse.

I then took her hand and lead her to the kitchen. I opened up the fridge. In it was a massive pot of the leftover spaghetti. It was mixed with the sloppy sauce. It was now cool in the fridge. It looked like leftovers no. It looked totally gross. Steffi got on her knees. I took the pot with both hands. I turned it over completely. Masses of the disgusting spaghetti fell from the pot. It was very thick. There was mounds of it. It was a moment that I had imagined for years. This was the best use of spaghetti that I could possibly imagine. Steffi closed her eyes as the masses of spaghetti continued to pour. It seemed to pour for ages. I then reached down and pulled off her dress. We then lowered her panties.

We went to the bedroom after that and spent the rest of the night enjoying the spaghetti and each other.

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