Wam Woman: The life and times of Jenny.

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Wam Woman: The life and times of Jenny.

Postby andy250 » 22 Jan 2018, 16:00

WAM WOMAN



Copyright Mr Andrew Wilcock 2018

Andrew Wilcock asserts the moral rights to be identified as
the author of this work.

This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters
and incidents portrayed in it are a work of the author's
imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.




Chapter One:


JENNY.

Thursday before the session.

HI... THANKS FOR stopping by. Heard about me before? I
believe several people have! I'm a kinkster, a splosher, a
lady who is into WAM. (Wet And Messy)
What do I mean? Well... I have a fetish for being
covered in food. I'm talking gallons of the stuff. Steve
(my partner) indulges me often. In fact, we've converted
the garage into our play palace, here he flans me, soaks
me, gunges me and generally uses me!
Oh! There was also the time he tied me to the kitchen
table, covered me in waste food, then fucked me into the
middle of next week; but another time!
The thing is, it's escalated as time's progressed. Not out of
control or anything like that. I don't skip work to get messy
in the den, no, no. But I do find myself wanting to add more
things. For example satin, this started after Karen (friend
of mine) suggested we try it. The word we, gives the game
away that we've played together. In fact, there's an entire
gang of us, but I'll get to that.
So... I tried dressing up in a shiny blouse and skirt. I was
hooked, I wanted to wear them so they would get trashed,
gunged and ripped. The problem is I've taken it to the
extreme, whilst wearing numerous numbers I've been
whipped, thrashed, flogged and playfully abused. Then
there's some of the places I've gotten messy at!
Wait a minute... I'm thinking...
Before the locations, we'd better run down the list of girls.
Okay... Hope you've not got a bus to catch!
The lass who started it all is Karen, shes an office gal and
her fella, Dave, gunged her one time. She loved it, and, well,
invited him to face fuck her for the first time, then went for
it adding anal to the mix! Promise not to share that
information, she'd go crimson!
She was talking to a friend of hers called Debs, who
works in import/export, she gets to spends a lot of time to
and fro-ing from America. Not that I get jealous! Lucky bitch!
Well, the pair held a few private parties and word leaked
out!
Claire, a friend of mine, heard about it while on shift at
the hospital. She's a riot. Fucked half the male porters in
the building. Again, don't tell anybody! Well, she was invited
to the messy mayhem, she mentioned me and somehow I got
an invitation. I've never looked back...
There are few others who visit, Mia, Annabelle and Heidi.
The last lady works in a bank, being masochistic, her play
is extreme. I heard she once had an outdoor session where
Claire was made to fuck her over a putrid drain, whilst
covered in mud and food. Bliss! Sorry, my mind is drifting.
So... yeah, there's quite a gang of us. This leads to where
we play.
There is the garage of course, Steve can whip that up pretty
quick. We've had sessions in hotel rooms and other peoples'
houses. But! Our main place for fun is Mistress's. She has two
locations at which she holds messy events. First is her dungeon,
we've all been dismantled in there regular! Then there's the
farm! This is messy Hell on Earth! As well as food chucked
over us, we get house paint,mud and compost. We are made
to crawl through disgusting ditches. One of my favorites is
getting locked in a cage in a putrid pond! We're tied up,
vibed, stripped, taken, you name it we get it.
Why do we go through this? We're submissive, we love it,
in fact, we fucking adore it!
Debs is well into her clothes ripping, being busty helps -
the Masters love tearing her blouses open and revealing
her goods!
Mistress, aka Mizz Heather, has two beasts available.
Master Derek and Master Jason. The latter Claire has a thing
for, sometimes they half see each other, but nothing has
come of it, so far.
Some of the things we've been through are truly disgusting,
in both departments. By that I mean mess and sex. We all
love a good fucking when covered in muck, pies to the pussy,
group gungings. Bring it on I say!
In this upcoming session I have to go through messy hell?
Not sure what that means as Steve won't give me the details?
We're playing at the weekend, on this occasion we've got the
place to ourselves.
He thinks of things for me to do all the time. I love it, it
makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I get this strange glow
about me. I think they can tell at the office? But nobody has
ever come out and said it. Could you imagine that?
'So getting gunged, used and fucked senseless this weekend
Jenny?'
'I am actually, thanks for asking...'
Something tells me that's not the etiquette for idle chat.
The place would be full of Chinese whispers, come to think
of it - it probably already is... I'm sure some of the guys in
the warehouse talk about me? Let them, they probably need
a good gunging.
Got to go, lunch hour is up, back to the grind.






Chapter Two:


STEVE

Thursday before the session, shopping.

I'M SO GLAD I'm self-employed, Jenny suddenly decided that
messy abuse is in order, so I have to whip into the local
supermarket for supplies. Sorry, just realised the word whip
cold be take several ways!
Anyway... The slut's for it Saturday, as well as food and mud
I'm going to throw emulsion paint over her shiny satin clobber!
In fact, if I get my way I'll drench her in the stuff. The
woman's legs will start shaking and she'll be all over the place.
Thinking about it, that's hot as fuck!
I met Jen several years ago whilst out drinking with some
mates, she was in the corner of the pub talking to some
friends, it was like being hit by lightning. Seriously!
I was chatting to the lads and suddenly there was no sound?!?
The guys were talking, but I couldn't hear them? My vision
was transfixed on this blonde bombshell, she glanced over.
As soon as our eyes met I had a woody! That was it! So now
you know, men are driven by their dicks! Or at least I was.
Its my Jenny detector! Ha ha ha.
I really wish I'd listened to her when she called earlier, she
gave me a list of things to pour over her, did I write the
requirements down? Nope! Mainly as I was driving. Yes! I was
on hands free, no I don't text at the wheel!
I met Mrs Right that night, I've even stopped eyeing up other
women! What the fuck is that about? I don't even window shop
any more?!?
I love waking up beside her, she feels warm. Cuddling up
next to her in the morning is lush, she's like a giant hot
water bottle!?! Okay... Maybe that wasn't the best analogy!
Did she say cheap coke for sloshing over her head and inside
her blouse, I can't remember? Sod it, I'll get some anyway.
I'm next to the display now. Eighteen pence for two litres!
Now you know why Peter Kay talks about Rola Cola! I wonder
if they make it for sploshers? The plastic bottle costs more
than the contents!
This weekend it's just us playing, the rest of the gang are
busy, we've had some right carry ons. Outdoor fucking, mud
pit abuse. I've even whipped Jenny while forcing her to carry
bags of potatoes across a really muddy field. She insisted on
wearing high heels to make it worse?!? She fell over twice, I
felt so guilty. I wanted to be nice, cuddle her. But! She had
that look, and when I see it, I know she wants sexual abuse.
She has a submissive personality, she's probably spoke about
it. But has she mentioned her love of humiliation? Yeah, she
enjoys being shouted at, manhandled, hair pulled and stuff
like that.
Her friend who travels to the states a lot is into clothes
ripping, Jen has also gotten into it. I have to admit I do enjoy
tearing her shiny clobber to pieces. She pulls some great faces
and comes out with things like, 'how dare you!.. My best
blouse!.. You'll have to stitch that back on!..' All of these and
more she does in a shrill high pitched submissive tone. Hot as
fuck!
Oddly, it drives me to do more things to her? I have a
tendency to start slapping custard pies in her face and fanny
as soon as she starts!
The first time it happened, I wasn't quite sure what to do?
We'd finished playing, it was a fully clothed drenching session,
she wore a gold satin blouse, full sleeve with a short black skirt
alongside stockings and suspenders.
Sploshed Sal was standing against the wall next to the toilet, I
had my back away from her sorting out the shower, warm water,
shower gel and other girly products.
Anyway, I turned round and she had that look, the I want
abusing face I spoke about. She was staring at the toilet?
'Are you okay?' I asked.
She didn't reply, but her breathing was got heavier, raspy? I
spied her nipples protruding through the sodden satin.
She glanced at me, then lifted the toilet seat. Gazing into my
eyes, she remarked. 'Flush my head down the lav!'
Her voice had an aroused, but insistent tone.
I wondered. Is she havin' a laugh! I came out with. 'What?!?'
'You heard... Flush me!'
She gave me a stare - it was new, I read it as an invite.
Turning off the shower, I strode across the bathroom and
grabbed hold of the back of my partner's somewhat messy,
sticky blonde blob of a hairstyle.
Forcing her onto her knees, I caught her looking into the
bowl, muttering. 'God, yes!'
Well, this is new! My heart raced, I wasn't a hundred
percent about doing it?
I pulled her head back by her hair, she cried. 'You fucking
bastard, you wouldn't dare!' Again the lady used her playful
submissive octaves to tell me to bring it.
Before I knew it, I'd shoved her head in and flushed!
Freezing water cascaded over her, I gazed as it rolled over
her ruined hairstyle and the neckline of her stinking blouse.
Lifting her up she cried out in a sexual tone. 'Again!' her
decibels high pitched, bratty, sexually charged.
I delivered.
Pulling her out after her second visit, I noted her back
arching and spasming. Her chest was clinging to the sodden
fabric. With one hefty tug I ripped open her blouse, in the
same moment my dominant side called out in a macho
tone.' You fucking bitch Jen!'
At this point I thought I'd gone too far. My lover stepped
up the play. 'Fucking use me, fuck me over the toilet!'
I was stunned, but oddly - hard as nails?!?
Jen's left hand worked the zip of my pants like she was
the holder of an Olympic gold medal in fly lowering!
She released my beast, before I could contemplate the
situation, her sodden panties were round her ankles and
she guided me in.
The strokes were long and hard, quickly they became
thrusts, grunts and groans came forth.
She retorted with feminine submissive sounds, I found this
highly arousing. The fucking intensified.
Jen tore the left sleeve off her sploshed blouse, as I
pumped harder, she only flushed her own head down the
Thomas Crapper! She must have known that I wasn't far off
cumming...
'Get that fucking blouse off!' I yelled.
She pulled at the sleeves, for a moment she got confused
as one of the cuffs was still done up. After a few tugs it
came away.
'Put your blouse in the bog, then stick your head in!' I had
lost the plot. Her submissive side was driving my male
molecules.
She responded! Soaking her blouse in bog water, she
splattered it over her face.
I'm not sure who came first? But when Jen tells you she's
had disgusting sex and enjoyed it, that's one example there.
Time to get back to the splosh shopping.






Chapter Three:


Jenny

Friday morning on the bus.

I BELIEVE STEVE regaled the toilet sex story whilst purchasing
supplies, he got everything bar one item. When he arrived
back I gave him a blow job for failing... I know... I know... He
should only get BJ's when he does the entire task, but I
couldn't help myself, I'm a bit of Cock Thirsty Kirsty where his
penis is involved.
This morning Karen will be joining me on the morning
commute. Dave is away on a job, so no lift for her. At least it's
not raining, the sun is shining and the birds are singing.
Steve looked hot when he rose, he had to put a pair of dirty
combat pants back on, they weren't filthy, more dusty! It
made him look manly, sexy! I wanted him, but work beckoned,
boo!
Sometimes I glance at people during the journey, I try to work
out if they are kinksters or not? Some people give the game
away, they have that freshly used look about their persona.
They shine as they get on, it's as though their body is shouting.
I've had sex in the last twenty four hours and it was great. Or
maybe it's just me?
The conveyance comes to rest at Karen's stop, it's not hers,
she doesn't actually own it! Why do people say that?
She's boarding, oh hang on, she's having to dive into her bag
for her pass. Yes? No? Has she got it? Aha, success, ID found.
Will she be a Metro girl? Or will she want to chat? No paper
raised from the holder, looks like we're talking.
'Hi,' she remarks, plonking her bum next to mine.
'Good morning bus girl,' I comment.
'I know... Dave is a bugger with his out of town contracts.'
Her facial expression lets me know she misses him.
The vehicle starts to pull away, there is a weird vibration,
the driver must have missed a gear or something? The
populace who have dared to ride get shook.
'Sorry about that,' the fella calls out. Then we are on our
way.
I Karen turns, gazing at me. 'Any plans for the weekend?'
'Yep... Steve is putting me through messy hell,' I reply with
a happy tone.
'Messy hell? What does that entail?'
'I don't exactly know what's going to happen? But there is a
lot of mess involved and I have to wear formal satin! So I guess
I'm going to cop for it and probably get disgusting submissive
sex...'
Karen smiles. 'Have fun, are you getting put in the wheelie
bin again?'
Right! The bin! We have a spare that Steve liberated from
somewhere? A council depot I think? He fills it up with compost
and other dire concoctions, then stands me in it. I've been
known to end up to my tits in some rather vile mess. It seeps
into my lingerie and everywhere else!
'Not sure?' I reply to Karen's question.
I change the direction of the conversation, as it looks like
my partner in slime wants to tell me something. 'What are you
up to this weekend?'
'Well,' she pauses. I can tell she's glad I asked. 'I'm going to
meet Dave in the city where he's working. He's booked a hotel
and we're going to make the most of it.' She beams as what
they'll get up to fills her mind.
I try to act innocent, as though they won't spend the whole
time fucking like rabbits! 'Watching any shows?'
'No, the only thing we'll be seeing is the inside of the room
as I shag him senseless.' I catch Karen glancing around to
make sure nobody heard the second part of her sentence.
I turn to face her - whispering, 'handcuffs?'
Just as the keeper of said cuffs is about to reply a guy in his
fifties to the right starts coughing behind his copy of the Metro,
blushing follows.
Turning to each other we start giggling like school girls.
Somebody presses the bell and the transport slows to let the
individual alight. The embarrassed man seizes the moment
absconding upstairs.
'Wonder if there will be any Tiswas style gunge for you?' Karen
inquires of my messy mayhem.
'I hope so,' I giggle after speaking.
There is a lull as Karen mulls something over. 'Blouse or top?'
she inquires.
'Second hand blouse, a silver one from somewhere called
Warehouse! I saw it in a charity shop and knew it was made
for sploshing!'
'Full sleeve?'
'Yep, and breast pockets... So he can tear them off!' Or at
least that's what I hope!
'He'll rip the sleeves off, those pockets will be dangling
down ruined. The collar will get pulled off!'
Stop! I'm getting hot just thinking about it! 'Sssh!' I say.
Karen smiles, she knows she's got me. 'Pants or skirt?' She
obviously wants to check my wardrobe for the day.
'Originally I thought pants, after purchasing the blouse I'm
now leaning to towards a grey or black skirt.'
Karen fires back, 'Black, short, stockings and suspenders.'
She must have assembled the outfit in her mind! I feel her
choice is correct and nod approvingly.
The service pulls in again, Karen joins me in the kink game.
While several people board, we quietly discuss if they are
getting it or not.
Karen remarks. 'The woman clambering on now. She's
getting it.'
'The guy behind is as well,' as I finish chipping in, he pats
the woman's arse.
Karen turns smiling. 'Now we know why, they're a couple,
or he's shagging the office girl!'
I've often wondered how many people shag in the office?
I've never seen it, but it must go on. Mustn't it?
A man who is wrapped tighter than a coiled spring jumps
on after them. After purchasing a ticket the driver hands
him his change, some spills on the floor, the person
comments. 'Jesus Christ, not again!' He's deffo not getting
any!'
We pull away, the rest of the journey is subdued, Karen
exits just before the town centre. I ride in dreaming about
riding Steve!


Full version at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/WAM-Woman-life ... B074PBKV5N

Extra titles at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=dp_bylin ... evancerank

Big thanks to @Sswishbone for editing duties.

regards

Andy and the team.
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Re: Wam Woman: The life and times of Jenny.

Postby Satin Lover » 22 Jan 2018, 21:45

A fabulous 3 chapter read Andy. Another of your sexy ripping & messy blouse stories. Another I will be adding to my list with the others. Love your work and always look forward to the next story being released.
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