Laura Harris a fantasy

 

****WARNING**** This story contains nudity, sexual acts and adult situations. If you are underage or would find that offensive, please do not read. ****

Laura Harris a fantasy

Laura Harris is a Canadian born actress. She is known for roles in things like the show Fifteen and the film the Faculty. She has also been in a variety of other television shows and films. It is a shame that she never became more well-known over the years. She had everything that one would need to become a big star. She was quite shy and timid. Perhaps this was something that the higher ups in Hollywood weren’t too crazy about. Sometimes they preferred big personalities. Maybe it was just bad luck.

Truth be known, I had always had a crush on her from the time I was kid. I always remembered her and how attractive she was. I had not seen anything that she had been in in years and I had hardly ever thought about her in a long time. I happened to be on vacation in Canada one year. I was eating in a diner. It was sort of a fifties themed café. I was eating my meal when the door opened and a woman walked in. I didn’t really notice at first until she sat down on one of the stools. I noticed that she had pale skin and wind swept blonde hair. I looked a little closer. The woman looked a lot like Laura Harris, only some years older than I had remembered. I tried my best not to stare. I did not say anything. I did not know what to say. It would be really embarrassing to explain that she looked like someone from some obscure shows and films that I had seen some years ago. It would not be easy to explain it.

I began to notice that she was looking in my direction as well. I was sure that was due to the fact that I had been staring at her rather obviously. My heart went right up into my throat as she stood up and walked over. I was mortified. I was afraid she was going to tell me off. She smiled and said, “Hi there.” “Oh, hi,” I replied. “I was just noticing that you were noticing me,” she giggled. “Yeah, I am really sorry about that. This is going to sound crazy, but I sort of thought that you resembled a girl who was in a few shows and films I saw when I was younger. It’s so embarrassing. I am so sorry.” “Don’t be silly. And yes, I was in television shows and films when I was younger. I still am, but not on such a large scale.” “Oh my gosh. It is you then. That’s really amazing. I can’t believe it.” “May I join you?,” she asked. “My gosh, of course. That would be incredible.” We started to chat a bit as we both ate.

“This is going to sound a bit weird, and don’t take this the wrong way,” she said,” but, by any chance, did you, maybe have crush on me when you were younger?” I gulped. “Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing. Is it that obvious? I mean yeah, I always found you extremely attractive. I still do, to be completely honest.” She smiled. She put her hand on my hand and stuck her leg across the table, rubbing my leg with her foot. “Hey, don’t be shy. I think that you are really cute too. Why do you think I came over here in the first place?” We both smiled and blushed. I could feel my trousers getting tighter and tighter at this point.

She then leaned over a bit closer,” If you want to know the truth, all I have been thinking about this whole time is taking this milkshake, pouring it all over your cock and then sucking it all off. I want to lick it off of your balls,” she whispered, licking her lips. “I can’t believe I am doing this,” she laughed. “You have got to believe me. I don’t do this sort of thing all the time. I have a bit of a messy fetish to be honest.” I smiled. “That’s funny, so do I,” I said.” I think we have a great deal in common, to be honest. I wish we could live it out right now.” “Well guess what, there is no one else here. I know the person who owns the diner. I will ask them to take a break for a half hour. We can do our thing right here, right now.”

She went behind the counter and spoke to the lady. She gave them a small amount of money to compensate her for the use of the diner and for the food that we would be using as well as clean up. The lady left and Laura came out. She launched herself onto me. We could not keep our hands off of each other. We kissed wildly and passionately in the booth as we fondled and tore at each other’s clothes. “I love that fact that you were attracted to me for all of these years,” she said.

She then dropped to her knees. She unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers and pulled them down to my knees. She pulled down my underwear and grabbed my cock and balls in her hands. She looked up, her eyes sparkling as if she was holding something delicious. She stuck her tongue out and began to lick around the head of my penis and then down the shaft. She licked my ball sack. I looked down. The vision of Laura Harris with my genitals on her face and in her mouth was incredible. I then grabbed her strawberry milkshake and began to slowly pour it down over my cock and balls but also onto Laura’s face and tongue. She hungrily began to lick the milkshake as she administered the blow job. The milkshake dripping from the tip of my penis and from the hairs on my balls into her mouth. She pumped my penis with her hand as she tasted a combination of cock and strawberry shake. She joked that it was her new favourite dessert. She closed her eyes as my penis erupted in an explosion of sticky cum all over her face, dripping down her nose, tongue, teeth and chin. She smiled. Her face was covered in cum and shake.

She then took apple cream pie and smushed my genitals into that. She then shoved her face in and began to suck me off and to eat the pie as if she was in a pie eating contest. She used no hands, burying her face in the pie. I then took an strawberry cream pie and pushed it down onto the top of her head. The pie tin stuck in place like a hat. She looked up and smiled, giving a cute look, pie all over her chin.

I then reached over and grabbed the condiments from the table. Without even thinking, I began to squeeze them out all over Laura. There was ketchup, relish, mustard and mayonnaise. She smiled as I squeezed them out wildly all over her head. They dripped down her face and body. We pulled of the rest of our clothes. She began to finger herself as I poured chocolate pudding with whipped cream all over body. She then took some and splatted it down on my head and chest. She rubbed it around on my chest. I leaned over and licked some of the pudding from her pussy, flicking it around. She closed her eyes and gave out satisfied moans and sounds of pleasure as she felt me tasting her pussy lips. She loved the feel of chocolate pudding on her pussy lips almost as much as she loved the feeling of my tongue upon them.

We then poured some large plastic tubs of rice pudding all over one another. She playfully rubbed her breasts and vagina as she felt the rice pudding all over her body. She then laid out on the table of the booth. I then pushed my penis inside of her vagina. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled herself up a bit as we began to make love, wildly pumping our hips. “I haven’t had sex in years,” she whispered as we did it over and over again until we both exploded in ecstasy. Laura closed her eyes and grunted and moaned with absolute pleasure and abandon.

We then quickly cleaned up and no one was ever the wiser. We made sure to give a very large tip.

Carole King at the deli

 

Carole King at the deli

Carole King was one of the most talented singers and songwriters of all time. She was very successful writing songs for others in the sixties and followed that success with a very successful solo career in the seventies. She wrote and performed some of the greatest songs of all time. She was a beloved artist and one of the greatest female artists of all time. This story is no disrespect to her.

Carole also felt very strongly about many social justice issues. So was a bit of a crusader for good causes as well. She came up with an idea for a fun fundraiser for a cause that she felt passionate about. She decided that she would nominate herself to be covered in leftovers from one of the New York Deli’s provided that the fundraising goal for the charity was met. She herself advertised it everywhere. This was long before the days of the internet or even cable television, so she had to get the word out anyway that she could. She made sure that everyone around knew what was happening. She also told some of her singer/ songwriter friends who were also big stars at the time and encouraged them to donate money. They, of course, did so because they wanted to see her get covered in expired deli foods. They would only be too happy to witness that happen.

 Of course, the total goal for the fundraising was far surpassed. Carole found herself sat in a special chair in the centre of her favourite New York deli. She thanked everyone for donating and said that she hoped that they would enjoy seeing what was about to happen to her. She said that it was a small price to pay. She flipped her gorgeous, bouncy, brown curls around and giggled, awaiting her fate.

Her friends would get to do the honours. They started by tipping a container of egg salad on the top of her head. They had to squish it downward to dislodge it. A large mass of foul smelling, yellow egg salad was pushed down on top of her head. Globs of it plopped down her face and onto her clothing. She giggled and turned up her nose. It smelled appalling. They then followed this with tuna salad, then potato salad followed by coleslaw. These salads were both rancid and revolting. They each had their own disgusting aroma. They stuck to her hair and fell down her face. Blobs stuck to her nose and chin. It could be smelt from some distance away. She moved her lips and tongue around comically.

They then dumped bowls of regular salad as well as bowls of rotten hardboiled eggs over her head. These also smelled horrendous to say the least. They then began to squeeze deli brown mustard all over her. It curled on her hair and plopped down her face. Bits of it fell from the tip of her nose. They also sprayed some all over her clothes, staining it badly.

They then dumped a pot of old minestrone soup over her. She closed her eyes as the soup poured all over her. Bits of the pasta, meat and vegetables stuck all over her. The broth soaked her shirt and her skirt. Some dripped down over her boots. She wore a white and pink flowery blouse, a jean skirt and a pair of suede boots. Her clothes would never be the same again.

They finished her off by tossing expired lunch meat and cheese of every variety at her. Slices of each stuck to her body, on top of the mess that she was already covered in. They then smashed cannolies in her face and stuffed some down inside of her clothing.

When it was finished she posed for photos, smiling, waving and clapping. She sort of had a strange enjoyment for what happened. At any rate, it was worth it to raise all the money that it had for the charity.

Sienna fake gunge 2

 This is another fake of Sienna (Alyson Kay) getting messed.

Emma Stone Cruella fake messes

 These are fake messings of Emma Stone as Cruella.

Mackenzie Jones in Jeopardy

 

Mackenzie Jones in Jeopardy

Mackenzie Jones was a multi-time champion on Jeopardy. She was very cute and a bit nerdy. She was curvy with wavy dark brown hair and glasses. She made all sorts of silly faces and gestures at times on the show. She won the show many times. She was to appear in the tournament of champions. She was picked to advance quite far in the tournament. She had won so many times on the show that she was quite confident that she would at least get out of the first round, no matter how tough the competition may be. She made a bet that she would at least get past the first round of the tournament.

Well, for those who didn’t watch the tournament, in a shocker, Mackenzie did not get out of the first round. Everyone was really surprised, especially Mackenzie herself. At that point, she was not even thinking of the bet that she had made. As if losing wasn’t humiliating enough, now she was going to have to face the consequences for the bet that she had made. The bet was with some of the local guys from where she lived in Oklahoma. She agreed that if she lost, they would get to dump whatever they liked all over her. She did not think that losing would be a real danger, but it happened.

They had something special planned for her. They had set up some stocks out in a field especially for her. They then gathered all of her friends and co-workers in the surrounding community to witness what was about to happen. They texted her a picture message of the stocks and told her that this was what they had waiting for her. She could not believe her eyes when she saw the message.

It was even worse when she arrived on site. Everyone was already gathered round. There were quite a few buckets ready for her. The environment was a farm one, so there was some farm themed items that they were going to use upon her. As she arrived, everyone chanted at her. She blushed. She was quite shy. She was instantly lead to the pillory. She was assisted fixing her hair as she was locked into the stocks. She was mortified. “Mackenzie,” the lead person said,” We are so proud of you. You did so well. But, now we get to have a little fun at your expense.” She shrugged her shoulders. There was not much else that she could really do to resist.

They announced to everyone that the first item that they would be using was squishy manure. “Omg,” she squealed and giggled with laughter, but not delight. The crowd cheered the messing on. A large bucket of manure was lifted up over her body and head and then slowly dumped upon her. The manure was thick, squishy and soft. It was a bit similar to fertilizer in its texture. Mackenzie closed her eyes as the manure slowly fell from the bucket and landed on top of her head and then all over her body. Her smart jumper and trousers were instantly stained with the thick manure. Some of it fell down her shirt. A big glob fell on the ground. A young man picked it up and pushed it into her face, rubbing it around. It stuck all over her glasses and on her face.

Next, they produced a bucket of rotten eggs. Everyone laughed and made disgusted faces as they smelled the rancid eggs that lay in the bucket. Everyone then cheered as the eggs were tipped all over the former Jeopardy champion. They splashed everywhere when they landed. Her clothes and hair were soaked in foul smelling yellow rotten eggs.

Next they produced rotten vegetables from the farm. Many of the onlookers were given some. Mackenzie looked up and begged them not to do this to her. She laughed as they were told to fire at will. They began to pelt her with rotten vegetables. A lot of them were rotten tomatoes, cucumbers and lettuce, but there was also more exotic vegetables such as eggplants and rotten pumpkin bits as well. She was hot with the barrage. Seeds and pulp explodes everywhere. Her clothes and hair were soaked. The throwers laughed as they nailed her. This was followed by a barrage of freshly baked pies including apple crumb and cherry pie. She squealed as the pies were tossed at her. They each exploded all over her one after another, covering her in crust and pie filling. Some dripped from her wavy hair and glasses.

Finally, they took an old trough of pig slop and tipped it all over her. She made a disgusted look as it dripped all over her. It was soft and squishy as well, as the manure had been. It poured all over her, sticking to her clothes and hair. It was filled with corn and things like bits of carrot and peas. It was the genuine article. It was thick and yellow and smelled revolting.

Mackenzie then had her picture taken for the local paper. There was a whole story about how the local Jeopardy champion got trashed down on the farm.

Jessica Chastain vs. Jennifer Garner

 

Jessica Chastain vs. Jennifer Garner

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Jessica Chastain and Jennifer Garner were rival actresses. Jennifer really didn’t think too much about Jessica, but Jessica found Jennifer extremely annoying and condescending. She disliked her immensely. She felt that Jennifer was quite false and two faced. She acted very sweetly to people’s faces, but would secretly speak hatefully towards them when their backs were turned. Jennifer was vaguely aware of this, but found it quite funny. She would say that other actresses were either paranoid or jealous when they would say such things about her.

Jessica wanted a way to put Jennifer in her place. There was a game on a talk show that both had appeared on many times that would sometimes involve mess. The two were both quite close friends with the hostess of the show. Jessica contacted her and explained that she wanted to set up a competition for her and Jennifer. She wanted to get back at her for all of the things she had said and done. The hostess said that she would be happy to facilitate the game if Jennifer would agree, but that she could not fix the outcome either way. Jessica agreed that this was ok, confident that she would win anyway. She felt that she was much more intelligent than Jennifer. She regarded Jennifer as something of an airhead. Jennifer agreed to take part. She felt that it sounded like fun.

Jessica was very excited. She had dreamt of getting her own back on Jennifer for a long time. She fantasised about what it would be like to cover her smug, prissy face with toms of revolting mess. She really, really wanted to put Jennifer in her place. Jennifer, on the other hand, was not the witch that Jessica thought that she was. She just had a lot of good fortune. Things seemed to always go her way and that really annoyed other people, but it was not really her fault. She was a genuinely nice person, but people always thought that she was not genuine, because those sort of people were so rare in Hollywood. People never trusted people who were too nice. They always were convinced that they were up to something underhanded. Really, that was just a reflection of themselves.

Both women appeared on the show and were ready to compete. They were both welcomed by the hostess. They both smiled and shook her hand. The hostess then explained that the two ladies had agreed to compete in a little game where there would be some messy consequences for the person who lost. Jessica gave an evil smile. Jennifer squinted, making a nervous face. They were then asked how they both felt about the situation. Jessica replied,” I just cannot wait to win. I can’t tell you. I am looking forward to it so much,” she said smiling evilly and glaring at Jennifer. Jennifer’s answer was,” I am very nervous about this. I really hope I don’t end up losing.” Based on their answers, Jennifer looked much more sympathetic to the viewers. Jessica, of course, was sure that Jennifer was presenting herself that way on purpose.

The game was then explained. It was quite simple. There would be a category and each lady would bid on how many items she could name in that category. The person who bid the highest would get a chance to name them. If they did so they would win, if they failed, they would lose. The hostess then stated,” Now for the fun part. The person that wins is going to get the privilege of dumping mountains of sloppy leftover food all over the loser. I know that the ladies are both excited for and dreading that part of the game.” They both looked at one another. Jennifer winced. Jessica smirked.

The category was to be 1950’s films. As Hollywood stars, this should have been an easy category, but it wasn’t. People of their age tended not to watch anything earlier than the eighties. It was time for the bidding to begin. Jennifer got to go first. She said that she could name two films, starting out very low. Jessica, scoffed, “I can name six,” she said. Jennifer shook her head and thought about it. The hostess asked her,” Jennifer, what’s it going to be?” Jessica had bid much higher to get Jennifer to bid high. Jennifer thought it over. The audience encouraged her to raise the bid. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of movies made each decade. Six should have been easy. “Umm,” she paused,” I’ll say nine.” The crowd oohed and awed. It was now Jessica’s turn. Jessica looked at Jennifer and said,” I don’t think that you can. Name them!,” she challenged.

“Ok, Jennifer, that is the challenge now. You have to name nine movies from the fifties. If you can do it, Jessica will lose, if you fail, you will lose. We all know what hangs in the balance. Jennifer looked quite nervous. Jessica seemed supremely confident that her opponent would not be able to name that many. She was sure that she would fail.

Jennifer started out, very slowly, she started to name some obvious films that were huge hits. She then named a few Hitchcock films. She was up to five. She named a Biblical epic and then two Marilyn Monroe films. Jessica was beginning to look worried. She looked shocked that Jennifer was doing so well. She figured that she may at least get some of the dates wrong. The final films Jennifer named were Japanese samurai films and an Italian neo-realistic film. Jessica was in shock. She could not believe this. “There is no way that she knew those on her own. She must have cheated somehow. Someone must have helped her. How could she know all of those films?” Of course, as unlikely as it seemed, there was no proof of cheating, so Jessica was beaten. The hostess shook Jennifer’s hand as she jumped up and down. “I’m so relieved,” she said.

Jessica was fuming, but she had lost, seemingly fair and square. Now it would be Jennifer administering the mess to her and not the other way around. The thought of that smug little witch and her self-important arrogant face humiliating her with sloppy mess in front of the world was infuriating for her. Jennifer giggled and laughed. The hostess joked as the mess was brought out for Jessica. “Oh my God,” Jennifer said, covering her mouth with her hand,” I’m so sorry.” Jessica glared at her. In her mind, Jennifer was being completely sarcastic.

Jessica could only look up as Jennifer approached from behind and stood looking down at her from behind. She was fuming. Jennifer was then given two large bottles of ketchup. The hostess gave her the ok and she began to squeeze, them with each hand, aiming the ketchup all over Jennifer’s head. The streams of red sauce crisscrossed over her face and down her shoulders as well as all over her red hair. Ketchup dripped from her nose and chin. More fell down around her chest. Jennifer then sprayed Jessica’s entire body in the ketchup, spraying it all over her Capri pants, down her legs, leaving her clothes slathered in lines of ketchup.

She followed up by adding mustard. Two containers of yellow mustard were handed to her. She smiled as she turned them over and began to squeeze them out all over Jessica. Thick lines of mustard crossed her head and her hair. Blobs of it fell from her cheeks and her nose. More was dispersed over her top and down her back. She held her hands out as the mustard fell all over her.

Jessica then took a catering size container of salsa and began to dump it over Jessica’s head, down the back of her neck and down the back of her shirt. Jessica could feel the sloppy, cold chunks, oozing all over her body and clothing. Jennifer laughed as she let the salsa drop inside of Jessica’s clothes.

She then was given some cans of mushy peas. “Oooh, the green really goes with her red hair,” Jennifer joked. Jessica was dying of embarrassment inside at this egotistical woman having a great laugh at her expense in front of the whole world. Of course, she had arranged the whole thing to make Jennifer look foolish, so, in a way, it sort of served her right. Jennifer dumped each can of the mushy peas onto Jessica’s head. Jessica recoiled at the smell and the feel of the starchy green crud that Jennifer was dispatching of all over her. She stuck her tongue out as the mushy peas dropped all over her, sticking to her hair, face and clothing.

Finally, Jennifer was presented with a massive contained filled with what was described as lasagne. It was the making of lasagne all mixed together in a container. Cheese, red sauce, white sauce, mince and noodles all mixed together for a gloppy mess. Jennifer laughed as the audience cheered her on. “Sorry, hun,” she told Jessica. Jessica braced herself as Jennifer raised the lasagne pail in the air. The crowd cheered as the sloppy mess began to fall all over Jessica. The mess was very thick, so it was slow moving. This gave everyone a great view of the messing as it was happening. It was almost in slow motion. The lasagne mess dumped over Jessica’s head and face, covering her in the mess Bits fell out all over her body as well as onto the floor beneath her. She was soaked in sauce and cheese. She had bits of mince and noodle stuck to her face and hair.

Jennifer shook the hostess’ hand. Jessica was just left to sit in the revolting sloppy mess that she was now completely covered in. Jennifer tried to apologise later and to say how bad she had felt, but Jessica was angrier with her than ever.

Margot Robbie fake mess 2

Margot Robbie fake mess 2

Looking very hot in this one.