Heather Graham role of a lifetime

Heather Graham role of a lifetime

Heather Graham was secretly a very kinky person. There were a few films that she was in where she ended up being topless or having sex scenes. She had a dirty mind and a high sex drive. She also was quite a funny person. She acted in a number of comedic films and held her own against some of the funniest actors in Hollywood. She was incredibly attractive and talented. She was always willing to take chances and to do things in films to get laughs. She was not afraid to look silly. 

She was chosen to act in a film where she was playing a comedic role as French maid. She wasn’t really meant to be French, but was doing a comedic French accent. The character was meant to be clumsy and ditsy. She was constantly falling over, tripping and falling etc. It was a very cute role. It was a children’s film with a lot of slapstick. Every scene that she was in seemed to end with Heather’s character falling into something or have something dropped or poured upon her head. The scenes got sillier and sillier. The longer the movie went on, the more the audience saw it coming. The writers tried to see how clever they could be with it. The character’s name was Monique Le Drop. 

The first scene she was in was a scene where she was getting ready for someone’s Birthday party. She was setting up the room before the party. She was seen carrying a large punch bowl filled with punch. It was very big and was difficult for her to hair. She walked in waddling back and forth with the bowl. She tried very hard not to spill it. It appeared to be quite the challenge. She was in high heels and a low cut maid’s outfit. The skirt was very short.  Her boss called out her name,” Monique.” When he yelled this, it startled her and she accidentally spilled the entire punch bowl over herself. She tripped and fell over onto her backside. She was soaked in the punch. It soaked her blonde hair and dripped down her face. The boss came in. He was a snooty rich man with a thin moustache and glasses. He wore a tuxedo. “Monique, what are you doing? You just wasted all that punch. What am I going to do with you? You really are a clumsy oaf. Well get up and get back to work will you?” He was quite a mean, demanding boss. Part of the joke was that he would always do things that would cause Monique to mess up and then tell her how clumsy and silly she was. Most of the time, it was not really her doing.

She got up and started to work again. The boss screamed her name again. This caused her to jump. When she jumped, she fell forward and landed on a buffet table full of food. She landed face first in a trifle like desert. The table then collapse of one end, which sent her flying backwards. She fell back into an ice sculpture, causing it to break to pieces all over her. This made the floor slippery which caused her to fall backwards into a water fountain. She fell to her knees, struggling in the fountain. Water dripped right onto her head from the mouth of a fish statue in the fountain. The boss then came back, shouting her name again. “Monique, what are you doing? Look at you. You are such a fool. Oh well, never mind, the party is in an hour. Chop, chop.” He walked away. She looked up looking overwhelmed and frustrated. The water still pouring on her head, she rolled her eyes. 

In the next scene, Heather’s character came wobbling in carrying a massive layer cake. It was the size of one that someone would have jumped out of. She came in carrying it. It was larger than she was. It looked as though she would trip and fall into it, splattering it everywhere. This did not happen though. The audience expected that it would. They held their breath, but she placed it down safely on the ground. She then turned around and the boss was right in front of her face. This shocked her. She then jumped as a result. When she jumped backwards, she fell over into the cake, doing a face plant into the mountain of cake. Her head disappearing into the cake. Her legs stuck out. She kicked them. She then looked up. The boss looked down at her. “Oh Monique, what are we going to do with you?,” he said. She looked up at him in a combination of exasperation and annoyance. Her face covered in cake and frosting.

The next scene, Heather and the boss were in the kitchen. There was a French chef in the scene as well. He wore an apron and chef hat. He had a huge curly moustache. He had a pear shaped body and was really large at the hips and waist. He was mixing up a big pot of vegetable soup with an oversized wooden spoon. The boss was berating about the fact that he was too slow with his cooking for the party. The chef fired back though. “You cannot rush an artist. My creations are masterpieces. You do not appreciate my brilliance, sir,” he said. “I pay you to cook not to create art. Get on with it.” the chef was looking back and forth from the pot to the boss. He looked for all the world as though he would throw what was in the pot at him. “I don’t know what the issue is with the help these days. It is so hard to get good help these days.” The chef was furious. He swung the pot towards the boss. At this moment Heather walked in behind the boss. In that split second he moved. The chef tossed the soup at him, but he moved and the whole thing splattered all over Heather. It splashed right into her face, dripping down her. The boss turned and looked. The chef looked embarrassed. “Will you two clean up and be serious. We have a party to throw here,” he said. Monique and the chef looked at each other in disbelief. 

In the next scene, the party was in full effect. There were lots of children, a pile of gifts and food everywhere. There was a buffet table covered in deserts, mainly pies and cakes to replace the birthday cake that had been squashed. Monique was carrying around a try on one hand, serving guests. They were sat around under umbrellas at tables. The children were playing pin the tail on the donkey. The table that Heather was serving was very close to both where the children were playing and where the desert table was. She bent over to put the tray down just as one of the children was about to place the tail on the donkey, or where they thought it was. Instead they pushed it onto her backside. She jumped in the air and screamed as it hit her behind. She leaped into the air and fell over into the table. Her whole body plopped down into the puddings on the table, covering her in them. She then was catapulted back up and over into the stack of gifts, causing them to fall over like a house of cards. She ended up buried under the pile. Her head peeped out from the pile. The boss’ would be girlfriend whom he was pursuing came over and looked down at her.

“Oh this is dreadful. The whole party is ruined. How could you?,” she then stormed off. The boss looked down at her. He looked very angry. He was as red as a beat. Steam seemed to shoot from his ears. “This is a disaster!,” she whined. 

The movie was not a huge hit, but it was very fun for Heather to make. She enjoyed the pratfalls that she took. She did it quite well. So well, that people wanted her to play similar roles many times in the future.

Jennifer Metcalfe fake mess

This is a fake of Jennifer Metcalfe getting gunged. I like the look on her face as well.

Claire Cooper Filthy Bitch

***WARNING*** This story contains nudity and sexual situations****

Claire Cooper Filthy Bitch

I met Claire Cooper one day in a café. In real life she was a lot like the character that she played on Hollyoaks. She was very chavy and, as I would learn later, very naughty. She had not been on the show for a few years and she had not really been on television very much, if at all since that time. She had returned to her roots. She was back to her down to Earth sort of lifestyle. The café that I met her in was a bit of a greasy spoon. The place was a locally run sort of café. Claire spent a lot of time there, as she had mates who worked there. The place was very low end, but the food was pretty good.

When I saw her, apart from looking sexy, she looked very familiar. I didn’t realise that she was someone I had watched on Hollyoaks. She did look familiar. We instantly felt an attraction between the two of us. It was palpable. You could feel it in the air. She looked tastier than anything on the menu. It was clear from the start the attraction that we shared. I was very nervous. She was not though. She walked up to my table, put her hand on my knee and said,” Hey love, see anything you like?” I was very embarrassed. She must have realised. “Don’t be embarrassed. You look amazing yourself.” She sat down next to me. We introduced ourselves. She was constantly licking her lips. She then whispered in ear something that I would never forget. “Look love, I live just around the corner. I have a refrigerator full of leftovers and a drawer full of sex toys. What do you reckon?” We wasted no time getting back to hers. 

Her flat was small. It was not what you would have expected from a celebrity. It was basically a council flat. It was filthy as well. By the time the door shut we were all over each other. We began snogging. Our hands were all over each other already. We began to tear each other’s clothes off. Her clothes were soon off completely. “It’s all yours,” she purred. My hands were all over her sexy body. “I have a confession to make,” she said,” I am a filthy, filthy bitch.” She opened up a drawer in her dresser and revealed the largest collection of sex toys and vibrators I had ever seen in my life. It was extensive. I couldn’t even identify what some of the things in that drawer were. 

She then led me into the kitchen. “This is what leftovers were meant for,” she said. She opened up the refrigerator. The smell exploded from it of leftover, slightly gone off food. “It can go all over my body. I want to be as dirty as possible. You can get me good.” She sat on the counter top and we snogged again. It was now time to dump her leftovers upon her.

The first thing she pulled out was a small plate that had a lump of spam on it. She lifted the plastic wrap from it. She then took it in her hand and pushed it between her legs and then up her body, smushing the disgusting pseudo meat around on herself. It smelling nauseating and eroded on her body as she pushed it around. She then took the remainder of it and pushed it down onto the top of her head. As she was doing this, I reached into the refrigerator and pulled out bits and pieces to use upon her. They included scotch eggs, pork pies, quiche, sausage rolls and a half eaten Cornish pasty. One by one I pulled the items out of the refrigerator and smashed them onto her body. I smashed the quiche into her face and chest, rubbing it around. I smashed a Cornish pasty into her ass. I pushed pork pies and sausage rolls right into her vagina. As each item collided with her body, they broke apart and crumbled to bits, smearing all over her. I pushed the scotch eggs all over her body, into her vagina, onto her chest and legs. Her nipples were very hard and her vagina was dripping wet already. She ran her hands all over herself sensually and fingered herself as this was happening to her. 

I then tipped what appeared to have once been a chicken casserole over her head. It was a sickening brownish green colour. I tipped the whole thing over her head. Bits of chicken, onions, peppers and other bits rolled down her face. “This shit would have just gone in the bin otherwise,” she said. Next to come was a casserole dish filled with half eaten shepherd’s pie. It must have been six inches deep. I thrust my hands into it. It was thick with mash and mince. I pulled my hands out and pushed them into her face and then over her chest, massaging shepherd’s pie all over her face and body. I smeared the mash bit over her and then dumped the sloppy, wet mince bits over her heard. The brown lumpy muck rolled down her face and body. 

There were small bowls with cling film and baggies in the fridge. I began to grab these sand empty them onto Claire. There was baked beans, mushy peas and egg salad. I took each, opened them and dumped the contents all over the filthy former soap actress. All the time she was touching herself. We kissed and touched wildly as we dispersed of the filthy leftovers.

I then grabbed some containers filled with gone off deli items. Among them being coleslaw, coronation chicken and pasta salad. I popped these open and one by one dumped them over her. In the same area off her filthy refrigerator, was slices of bologna and salami. I pulled these out too and began to place them all over Claire’s naked body. The last item we used was leftover spaghetti. It was truly atrocious in how it looked and smelled. We both recoiled when the cling film was pulled. Claire smiled. “Dump it,” she said. I complied, dumping it over her head. She closed her eyes and it rolled down over her head. The cheese, pasta and sauce covered her.

We then hightailed it to the bedroom. We threw ourselves onto the bed and began to roll around and have sex. Her filthy body pressed against mine. She then fell to her knees and began to suck my cock. That was just the beginning. We spent the rest of the night carrying out every sex act known to man. Later on, we enjoyed cleaning one another. There was no doubt how dirty she really was.

Brooke Kinsella does it for charity

Brooke Kinsella does it for charity

Brooke Kinsella had been on Eastenders during one of their golden periods for attractive females. She played the friend of characters played by people like Michelle Ryan and Pooja Shah. She had not been in the spotlight for a while. She had experienced some tragedies in her life that made her step away from the limelight. She still was incredibly attractive and a minor celebrity. She sometimes appeared on daytime and early morning shows. She was involved heavily in charities involving the issues that had effected those closest to her. She was a really good ambassador on their behalf. She spent a good amount of her time trying to raise money for these causes. When the chance came to take a seat in the gunge dump for charity, she did not hesitate to volunteer to do this. She hoped that people would dig deep and want to see her covered in gunge for charity.

She set up a special device called the gunge dump for the event. She would be the one to sit in it and take the gunging of a lifetime. She would do this if the right amount of money was raised for the charity. Of course, the target was easily met when people heard what would happen if it was. Loads of people wanted to see this happen. It was going to look incredible. Brooke was going to look amazing drenched in sloppy gunge.

On the day, she wore a pair of grey shorts with bright pink trim and a bright pink tank top. Everyone was looking forward to this day. It was going to be a very enjoyable day for everyone involved. Brooke had her hair tied back in a ponytail. Brooke was placed into a very special seat that was created for her. Her legs were spread apart. Her ankles and wrists were strapped into place. She awaited the mess that was about to fall onto her.

Above and around her were gunge balloons as well as a huge plastic box full of gunge. There were also gunge jets below her and to the sides that would squirt gunge onto her as well. She was going to be getting gunge from every direction. Before it started, she said a few words. “I want to thank everyone for donating to this wonderful cause. It is money well spent. I hope you enjoy seeing what is about to happen to me. It is about to get very messy.” Everyone gave her a hearty cheer.

It was time for the gunge to start to be dispersed. Some young people that the charity helped got to do the honours of triggering the machine. Together they pushed down on the release button that started the gunge. As soon as it was pressed, some bouncing noises were heard and the balloons began to burst all around her. One after another they began to burst. They exploded all over. She yelped as a rainbow of different coloured gunge plopped down onto her. Bits of the balloons fell onto her as well. There was light blue, bright green and orange that fell upon her. She was soon dripping in gunge. It rolled down her fake tanned legs and body. Her clothes were drenched. Her tank top went almost see through revealing her black bra underneath. Bits of a red balloon dangled from her fringe.

The gunge jets then went off. They sprayed her in green, yellow and pink gunge. It flew up all over her legs and shorts and then over her chest and face. She was soon drenched. The whole time, she was laughing hysterically, as were the majority of the audience. The jets continued to spray as the big plastic gunge box opened and dropped a load of thick pink gunge straight down over her blonde hair and down her face and chest. It was thicker than the other gunge as it flowed smoothly down her face and body. She was covered from head to toe in sloppy gunge. She looked like a human rainbow. There were streams of different coloured gunge everywhere all over her body.

Finally the gunge slowed to gunge drips and she was allowed out of the chair. She stood up and let the gunge flow down her body. She laughed and smiled. She said in her sassy London accent,” I love a bit of gunge me.” Everyone applauded her for her efforts. She did not go and get cleaned up however, straight away. She spent quite a lot of the rest of the day covered in the gunge. Truth be known, she enjoyed the way it felt upon her. She would suggest that this event be repeated once again, she enjoyed it so much and it had been such a success. No one would argue with her about that.