The Raffle Part 3 - anonymous Commission - m/f

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‘And here is tonight’s contestant on Impossible, the fiendish show with fiendish prizes.’ David announced from where he had quickly taken his place of the oval stage raised above the faux audience that responded with recorded applause, a stage dominated by the pair of chairs set slightly off Centre yet in full view of that audience. ‘So please welcome, Natalie.’

Wearing a seemingly genuine shy smile plus the outfit of tight buttoned down black skirt and matching skirt under the grey jacket David had chosen Natalie bounded out onto the stage brightly. ‘Thank you David. I’m glad to be here.’

‘And glad to try for our grand prize of £20,000 pounds.’ David continued having gone full cheesy quiz-show host. ‘But..we aren’t going to make it easy for you. After all, this is ‘Impossible.’ Are you ready? Good. Now..we have three games for you. But we like to ease you in. So..have a seat and we can get started.’

‘Now..Natalie.’ David continued as she settled into the seat a safe distance from his. ‘This is just a simple quiz. Ten points for a correct answer. Something less..sweet for a wrong one. Or it could be sweet as well. Anyway, let’s get going. Question 1….Comedian Ronnie Barker’s Westminster Abbey memorial service began with the clergy being led in by servers bearing how many of what item?’

David couldn’t believe he kept a straight face as he asked that question, knowing Natalie couldn’t possibly answer it. And very much looking forward to the surprise he had in store for her afterwards. Especially as at the very second he began asking that question, he could see the understanding form on Natalie’s face as she realised what he already knew; this questions were literally impossible. And meant to be. All of which surely was the source of the mock incensed look she shot him.

‘Oh..errr…two cups of wine. That’s wrong, isn’t it?’

‘It is. But we like to be fair here.’ That comment drew a canned chuckle from the audience. ‘I’ll give you another guess if you take off your jacket.’

‘Sounds fair.’ Natalie sounded like she had a hunch she knew where this might go even as she slipped off her jacket to reveal the shirt buttoned tight around her breasts. ‘Maybe….seven bibles?’

‘No..Four Candles.’ David said gleefully. ‘Bet you didn’t see that coming.’

Natalie hadn’t, but she couldn’t miss David grabbing a bucket as he advanced towards her. Just like he couldn’t miss as he upended the ketchup filled container to drench her head and shoulders in a glossy slosh of red, her recently revealed shirt catching the run off that pooled around her neck and down her back.

‘Question 2.’ David continued without missing a beat. ‘To an Inuit, what is an umiak?’

‘Oh….I know this. It’s a canoe.’ Natalie replied, sounding smug in her surety that she had out foxed him.

‘Nope. Want to try again? It will cost you another article of clothing?’ David grinned.

‘Fine.’ Natalie grinned back as she slipped off her shoes to send the black stilettos clattering to the floor, not seeing any reason to strip when she was right. ‘It’s a canoe. I know I’m right.’

‘Wrong. It’s a large canoe.’ David replied as he grabbed and flung a creamy brown liquid against her chest which turned out to be a bucket of chicken soup, the smell reaching her nose as David tipped the last clammy dregs over her now bare feet.

‘That’s not fair.’ Natalie fumed with an anger her laughter softened, the creamy soup matting her hair and seeping through her shirt removing any effect of her fury anyway, the fabric pulled tighter against het breasts by the thick liquid.

‘That’s Impossible.’ David replied. ‘Question three. In decibels, which of these is the loudest?(a) Washing machine (b) Ambulance siren (c) Refrigerator (d) Hair dryer.

‘Hair Dryer?’ Natalie said with a wild stab in the dark.

‘Nope. Close. If you want to try again, it will cost you that shirt.’ David said cheekily.

‘Fine. It’s a washing machine.’ Natalie struggled to undo the buttons with her slick fingers, treating David to an impromptu striptease before she slipped off her shirt to reveal her breasts nestled inside the lacy black bra David had picked out, the fine fabric already stained with a few traces of soup now unprotected against whatever awaited her next.

‘No..Ambulance Siren.’ David said cockily despite not knowing that himself.

‘Oh come on…no.’ Natalie shrieked as David raised the next bucket, a complaint well founded as she was doused in a runny sloppy sweetly smelling sludge that turned out to be peanut butter, the water mixed through it allowing it to pour and splash everywhere, her newly stripped breasts catching wave after wave that rolled over her shoulders and across the front of her face. All of which prompted her to wipe the brown slop from her eyes before Natalie flicked what she could off her fingers, all of which did nothing to the coating of muck clinging to her torso and dribbling over her hips.

Question 4. In the official Spice Girls’ video for Wannabe, who sings the second line, ‘So tell me what you want, what you really, really want’?’

‘Like I know that.’ Natalie sighed theatrically, despite a small chuckle about being proved right. This was entirely rigged and David was loving it. She couldn’t see it but she was sure his pants were tenting. ‘Posh Spice?’

‘Want to try again? It will cost you thought.’

‘Why not.’ Natalie followed his gaze to her skirt already streaked with layered brown muck. ‘It’s ruined already. What do I have to loose? Baby Spice.’

‘Your bra maybe.’ David said suggestively as he advanced with her bucket. She braced but there was no preparing for the steady pour of runny, slimy and utterly gross eggs that swamped her hair and clung to every inch of her exposed skin, the resulting waves flooding down to pool against her panties and seeping through the far too thin material. Her bra likewise offered no protection, the lacy fabric allowing a good portion to ease against her skin and nipples. Which might have been why she flinched, a shiver running up her spine that David couldn’t miss as he gleefully completed her yellow slippery coating.

A slippery coating she took like a champ, sweeping her hair up to settle back in the chair, seeming perfectly cool despite how..icky she must be feeling. Truthfully, she felt disgusting. While she didn’t mind some of the mess David had inflicted upon her, at least vicariously enjoying some of them, eggs was not something she was a fan of. Unlike David who did seem to be taking some vicarious pleasure of his own from her..suffering. An enjoyment that didn’t seem to be enough to make him slip out of character, despite the aroused flush she could see on his cheeks. ‘ Question 5: At the 2011 US Masters, which country had three of their golfers finish in the top six?’

Natalie paused, genuinely umming and ahing over that one, secretly delighted in a way. This was the last question and she would hate to have to throw it to continue her loosing streak. Far better…in some twistedly kinky way…that her complete humiliation be genuine rather than affected. ‘Ummm…America?’

‘No. That’s not right.’ David said, already having hedged the bucket, seeming to struggle with the heavy contents. ‘But I can offer you another chance to avoid this, if you give up that bra. You might get it right.’

No chance, Natalie mused with a private smile. And David knew it, no doubt certain in his chances to Gunge and mess her completely topless. ‘I’ll play.’ Natalie replied, her chest thrust out as her hands fiddled with her bra strap, her breasts jiggling a little before her slick hands released the clasp to let the yellow stained item fall away, the only thing hugging her body being her tight panties and a slick layer of yellow over the heavy coating of still dripping brown slop. ‘Scotland.’

‘Ohhh..good guess. But wrong. It was Australia.’ David said with a broad grin, one that only grew wider as he advanced on her, bucket already raised. Natalie squirmed a little, both fearing what he had in store and secretly enjoying his enjoyment of her humiliation, suddenly hyper aware of her nudity in a way she hadn’t been before.

Truthfully, so was David. He could barely stop his hands from trembling as he looked over Natalie as she sat nearly naked before him, his slight hesitation only adding to the delicious look of anxious anticipation on her face. He was almost mesmerised by the sight of her raising and lowering breasts, her nipples topped by trickles of the creamy eggs still dripping from her head. Taking a deep breath and hoping his excitement wasn’t too obvious, he tipped the bucket to let the thick blue cake batter pour over her head to a gasp from Natalie.

While her head took the first deluge, her breasts quickly made a more tempting target so David..fervently hoping he didn’t cream his boxers…moved the stream forward to pour across her face, the change of angle directing it neatly over her glorious boobs while still coating her head in the gloop. Her face and nipples alike had both vanished beneath the slick sweetness long before David had finished, having kept the bucket tipped to ensure she got it all before he took a shaky step backwards.

‘Well..Natalie..you scored a well attempted zero points on that round. Still..it’s all to play for next round and Im sure you can make things up.’

Natalie doubted that as she allowed David to gracefully help her out of the chair, whispering in his ear. ‘So..the next round is a fair game?’

‘Oh..no..it’s completely unfair.’ David whispered back. ‘But a lot of fun for me.’

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‘Right..we have tested Natalie’s knowledge.’ David said as he guided the still slimed and topless celebrity to just behind the middle of three circles marked on the stage around where the hastily removed chair had once sat. ‘Let’s hope ste is better with her hands. Although we might find out how good later.’

Natalie wasn’t sure what that meant, but given the ‘audiences’ laughter it clearly would be something against her favour. ‘Now…this is a game of reactions. In these three hoppers above Natalie are six objects which she will have to catch when they are dropped. Each one she catches in the sixty seconds she will have the chance to throw at the target behind me for bonus points. Which all means there are 1200 points up for grabs if she gets them all. But for those she misses, we have a little something else planned. Are you ready?’

‘Sure.’ Natalie said with a genuinely nervous giggle, this whole game no doubt as utterly rigged as David promised. After all, each hopper was bottomed with four tubes spread a good foot apart in a square, meaning the object..or something else.could be dropped from either one. One thing was for sure, the last game had clearly been an excuse to strip her so she would face this nearly naked, with no clothes between whatever mess was coming her way.

‘Good. Now..we have been generous. Before the object drops, a circle will light up. All you have to do is reach that circle and catch what drops. Ready? Good. Go.’

Despite the obvious set up, Natalie sprang into action and raced towards the middle circle the second it flared to light, her eyes darting from tube to tube as she tried to predict where the object would fall. Something made much more difficult as without warning a wide spray of foam erupted from the floor before her, filling her eyes as it layered in growing mounds against her chest and stomach. That didn’t stop her seeing and lunging for the pink tennis ball that dropped to her left, but by the time she moved the ball had already bounced away behind her.

Blinking foam from her eyes as the spray trailed off, Natalie was just in time to see the circle to her left light up, prompting a mad dash across the foam slicked floor with a grin as she spun around, placing her back to any potential trick as she readied to make the second catch, her foamed breasts bouncing softly as she ran. This time she was ready, her hands flung out to catch the pink shape that dropped to her right. Only this time, the ball was joined by a stream of pink slime that splashed against her front and across her panties, flung across her body by the sudden angle of her arms. Thing was the ball was even more drenched than Natalie, the slippery slime meaning her hasty grab only served to send it flying like a squeezed bar of soap.

‘Nope. Missed that one.’ David called out helpfully. ‘Oh..on your left.’

Determined to make as good as game of this as possible, Natalie dashed back the way she had come originally, her hands already outstretched for the best possible chance to make a catch. Sadly all she did was run right into a wave of black that wrapped around her head and hands alike before it quickly grew to envelop her whole body. Shocked and blinded by the sudden slick that cascaded down over her front and back in a slippery torrent, Natalie utterly failed to see, never mind catch, the black stained ball that bounced off her hands.

Natalie wasn’t the only one shocked, David’s eyes going wide as the topless actress vanished behind the curtain of thick motor oil like sludge that clung to her every curve with a glossy sheen, his cock twitching with sheer erotic delight at the sight of her utterly plastered with the thick black goo. Had he not been so shocked, he might just have come then and there.

Wiping her eyes clear of the slimy black muck, Natalie was just in time to see the square to her left flash alight. As much to get out of the drop zone of the black gunk as try to catch the next one, Natalie broke into a sprint that carried her right beneath the four tubes. Blinking away slime, she readied herself, breathed, lunged and caught the ball square in both hands, her fingers pressed tight into the yielding roundness…just before the ball exploded in a cloud of white, the tightly packed kilogram of flour showered over her torso as she spluttered and coughed.

‘Oh..did I forget to mention the trick balls in there.’ David said with a chuckle. ‘My bad. Thirty seconds left.’

Resigned now to getting utterly messy, Natalie dashed back to the middle circle..her haste sending her feet slipping on the slick rubber as down she went with a soft thump, the ball she had meant to catch bouncing off her head a second before she was drenched in a drop of a green slime as thick as the black had been, swamping away the coating of flour in its heavy drag over her body.

Dragging herself back to her feet, Natalie made a dash for what she feared would be her last chance to regain some sense of honour, if she could feel any slathered in slime as she was. Sadly the mat was so slippery under foot that she barely could get up any speed, having arrived in the right circle a bare second after the ball had dropped..but just in time to recieve the barrage of slime and foam from all around her, strands of pink mixing with flung whiteness until she was coated from head to toe and back again.

‘Oh dear…you aren’t having much luck, are you?’ David said as if she actually had a chance of winning while he moved carefully to the edge of the slime dripping mat, his eyes on Natalie as she was in much the same state. ‘Still..we have one more game to play if you are to avoid the special surprise we have for those who don’t.’

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Natalie had no real confidence about that as she stood still drenched in the glorious mass of foam and pink slime, surrounded as she was by buckets of slime and huge creamy pies. It wasn’t those that worried her though, it was the large pool of Gunge set a few metres away from her, connected to a ramp with an ominous looking chair atop that.

‘So..here we are at our final game. Natalie’s last chance to avoid a drop in our famed dunk tank.’ David said with obvious glee. ‘Our game is simple. All Natalie has to do is find the key we have hidden in one of the buckets or pies around her. The key to what you may ask..well..these handcuffs of course. Would be too easy if she could use her hands. So..arms behind you please Natalie.’

Like the good sport she had been, Natalie slipped her arms around to the small of her back as David with barely contained excitement clipped the furry black cuffs around her wrists before tugging on them to make sure they were secure. ‘Comfy? Good. Here..let me help you kneel down. Oh..and you won’t be needing these any more.’

If Natalie was surprised by the gentle tug on her panties that came after David eased her down to kneel on the soft mat thoughtfully placed beneath her, she didn’t show it, gamely lifting on leg then the other to let him slip them off her ankles, treating him to a glorious flash of her pussy each time.

‘Think of if like apple bobbing.’ David suggested. ‘We’ve placed the key in a plastic ball so all you have to do is grab it with your teeth.’

Now that she was closer, Natalie could see the blue plastic shapes floating in the blue filled bucket before her. So.. .bare butt naked, Natalie awkwardly shifted closer to the nearest bucket and..with a momentary deliberation…plunged her head into the blue slime, like one would bobbing for apples. Wasting no time, she grabbed the first ball she could feel, fished it out and..with some difficulty..dropped it down where she could scoop it up to crack it open. Feeling nothing but the residual slime on her fingers, Natalie moved back to try again. Again she raised up with a face full of slime, blinking it clear as she fumbled with this new ball, only to find nothing again. So back into the bucket she went, bringing up the third ball which she more deftly passed to her hands and cracked it open. If she had been sure this one contained what she sought, she was disappointed. She didn’t let that disappointment hold her back as she moved to the next bucket and with
her head clear still dripping a mask of blue plunging her head in again. Luckily she hadn’t seen the contents first, this green slime lumpy with something that made her spine shiver.

That didn’t distract her from plucking out all three balls at once and dropping them between her legs, before despite tge layer of thick gunk gluing her eyes shut, spinning around to reach for and open the trio of slippery balls. Faster this new method might have been, but it still yielded the same result.
.

‘Here..let me help.’ David gracefully knelt to wipe the Gunge from her eyes. ‘That’s better. Maybe it’s in the pies. You could try those if you like.’

Knowing he would like that, Natalie shuffled towards the pies she was conveniently facing so she could slide her face in deep. The pie was so deep with the fluffy cream that it was the only way she could reach the ball. Yet that deepness did nothing to stop her finding the two balls quickly enough, a hasty rummage revealing no more so she sat back with her face coated in a heavy mask of cream like she was visiting some very odd salon.

Deciding she might as well get the messy bit overwith, Natalie attacked the line of pies with renewed gusto, quickly collecting the remaining balls, each time returning with her face slathered either in chocolate, custard or more of the heavy cloying cream. Despite the acculatted mess now dripping and stuck to her chest, and well aware of how much of a mess she must look, Natalie grabbed the closest of the balls in turn, expecting each time to feel the solid shape of the key in her hand.

Watching on as the Gunge and pie slathered beauty struggled to find the key, David fought to keep a straight face, sure that she would cotton on any second to the one piece of information he had kept from her. Yet it wasn’t until she discarded the last ball that Natalie raised her head in obvious confusion. ‘It’s..not here. Did I miss it?’

‘You..must have done.’ David said deadpan. ‘Here. Let me help.’

His ‘help’ was questionable as David took hold of and guided Natalie’s head into each pie in turn, rubbing her head into the filling as deep as he could, adding to the mess clinging to her face and rolling over her boobs. ‘No..not there. Must be in the buckets.’

Guided back up to a sitting position, Natalie wasn’t exactly surorused when David grabbed and poured the duo of buckets over her, treating her to a helpless shower of blue then green before discarding the now completely empty buckets as she dripped in the cloying mess. ‘Hmmm…it’s not there. So..where…ohhh…dear…it was in my pocket all the time.’ David admitted as he earned a playful scowl from Natalie as she realised just how badly she had been set up
‘And you didn’t find it, so the rules say that means you loose. But I’m willing to offer you one last reprieve from Dunk Tank. If you can make me come in a minute, I’ll spare you that.’

‘Oh?’ Natalie chuckled, not really seeing that as a challenge. After all, up this close she could see David’s erection against his trousers, obviously seeing her so messy really having him gotten so horny. ‘Is that all. Can I use my hands?’

‘You can use anything you like.’ David whispered as he gentlemanly wiped her face clean with a towel, a kind guesrure on the surface but really he just wanted her face clean when he came all over it. ‘But it must be about my pleasure alone. And I have to come over your face. If you swallow it, then I’ll dunk you anyway.’

‘Doesn’t mean I can’t start with my mouth.’ Natalie promised, those words becoming a deep moan as she unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled down David’s trousers and boxers to sink his cock deep into her mouth. That moan became deep, gasping slurps as Natalie expertly deep throated her young stud, her mouth dipping down to brush his base with each sucking slurp. Despite enjoying herself greatly, Natalie kept track of David’s twitches and jumps, waiting for that moment when he was just on the edge. The second she felt it, she pulled back to tug on his balls as her mouth popped free, holding him there as he gasped in barely controlled pleasure. ’30 seconds left hon. Think you can hold back? Hmmm? Can you resist my hand for that long? Well..how about this?’

Honestly, David had his doubts. But there was no way he could resist the feeling of his cock slid between her slimed, gunged, pied and foamed breasts, the wicked mess and soft flesh encasing him perfectly as she jiggled around him, rolling over his head and shaft alike until she dipped lower, pressed her breasts tight around him and rocked until he could take it no more.

With a moan of pure sexual delight and erotic bliss he wasn’t sure could be topped, David came, ropes of sticky cum forced from his now freed tip to coat Natalie’s face as she milked him with slow rubs between her breasts, easing him through the last of his pleasure with a satisfied smile. While she had been curious about the dunk tank, she took pleasure in having outsmarted him. Little did she know David would have the last laugh.

‘Ahh..ahh..so..mmm…you made me cum.’ David whispered. ‘And I bet you think that spares you. But..’ David trailed off as Natalie’s cum streaked smirk faded a little. ‘Since you thought you could wheedle your way out of it, I’d say that deserves a dunking as punishment. Please follow me, my lady. Your ride awaits.’

If Natalie felt any trepidation as she was lead towards the imposing pool of Gunge, she didn’t show it, her steps not faltering as David guided her up the short set of metal steps connected to the flat platform upon which sat and oversized lever that no doubt caught her attention, then further up into the chair that awaited her, the comfortable padded seat which creaked the creak of fresh leather that signalled beyond a doubt she was taking the virgin ride in this machine.

Despite his calm exterior, David couldn’t contain his sudden thrill simply from seeing Natalie seated there, mere feet away from the Gunge that was soon to claim her, to soon have her naked body tossed into it. But maybe not as soon as she thought.

There was no mistaking the emotion on her face as she flicked her gaze towards the lever David had now advanced towards, her teeth cutely worrying her lower lip. As much as she was becoming accostomed to being gunged, the prospect of being dunked into a vat of it was something else entirely. ‘So..that’s the mechanism that’s going to dunk me in there?’ Natalie whispered.

‘Eventually.’ David replied. ‘First it’s going to do this.’

Despite the heavy clunk of the lever, there was no missing the shriek from Natalie as the chair lurched, no doubt fearing that movement signalled her dunking was afoot as her hands gripped the smooth leather beneath her ass. Something that would doubtless not have saved her, had the lurch actually been a tip rather than the start of a slow ascent up the ramp behind her, the chair dragged higher and higher until she was a good ten feet above the slime.

‘Oh..that’s a long way down.’ Natalie swallowed. ‘And..that does look like a lot of Gunge from up here.’

‘Well..I wouldn’t know.’ David replied teasingly.

‘Want to come up here and see?’ Natalie asked with a smirk.

‘No thanks.’ David said, despite being tempted. The idea of sitting on her lap as they hurtled towards the Gunge together was a delicious one. But he much preferred to watch the show from down here. ‘I still have more to do down here.’

‘No..wait..can’t we just..I’m not…ahhh.’ Natalie shrieked again as David tugged the lever up a little in its housing, the naked actress once again sure that her gunging was imminent. So you could imagine her surprise when the chair stayed right where it was, leading her to wonder if the mechanism had failed. Only it hadn’t. Before she could ask any of the dozens of questions filling her mind, the purpose of that shift became clear as not one, not two but three pairs huge brushes that would have seemed perfectly in place at a car wash descended from the ceiling, each one locked into level Place on either side of the ramp, the soft almost feathery bristles perfectly placed to brush against Natalie as she was rolled through them. Something that would have been bad enough had they not been layered with creamy foam that clung to them in heavy clumps.

‘Ohhh no..I’m going through those..aren’t I?’ Natalie whispered.

‘Yup.’ David grinned as his fingers tightened on the lever. ‘Ready? No. Well..here we go.’

This time Natalie’s shriek was well founded, the clunk of the lever followed a second later by another as the chair released to begin sliding her down towards the tank, her eyes screwed shut as she approached the brushes. A good thing too since barely a foot before she reached them, three foam cannons in the ceiling sprung to life, dousing her with more of the creamy white before she even touched the brushes that had now started to spin, flinging the cream all around her as the soft feathers caressed and teased her skin, leaving little tingling touches on her breasts and nipples thar made her shiver.

Worse still, those foam cannons followed her, adding to the creamy mass the brushes wickedly spread over her body until all outline of her curves had been lost, slathered beneath the creamy mass that bubbled and tingled around her, pressed against her bare skin with a silky teasing touch that felt wickedly..well..bizzare. She wasn’t sure if she should moan or grimace, somehow caught between the storm of both emotions, as she was left practically a white blob in a seat still hurtling towards the Gunge. All Only that wasn’t quite right. Distracted by the soft sensual touch and disoriented by the blinding foam, Natalie had missed that she wasn’t hurtling, more rolling sedately. Something she only noted when she jolted to a halt at the bottom of the ramp.

‘Wha..what the fuuuu…’ Natalie spluttered as one last jet of foam exploded against her face, cutting off her shocked profanity.

You didn’t think I’d only do that once, did you?’ David said with a grin Natalie couldn’t help but see as she wiped her eyes clear to glare at him. ‘No..I’d like to see that again. So up we go.’

‘Wait..no…mmmph.’ Natalie squirmed as she was dragged back up the ramp and through the sprayers alike, the whole thing so much worse this time. With the slowness of the ride she was left at the mercy of the sprayers for longer, the mounded cream bubbling and cresting around her, slapping against her breasts as it rolled between her legs until she was utterly unrecognisable. The tingles of the cream had returned as well, the pressure of the moving mass adding to the stimulating and utterly alien sensation of so much creamy mess against her bare skin, her legs almost rubbing together against a wave of stimulation she had no idea what to do with.

She couldn’t begin to describe the sensation, the heavy mass almost defying her brains ability to process it properly. Maybe it was the lack of sight adding to a kind of sensory deprivation that only heighten what she felt. Maybe it was simply the almost sensual touch against her flesh still teased by the erotic arousal of the blowjob she had given David and her unreleased need to feel what she made him feel. Or maybe it was simply the unspoken sexual nature of this act, of knowing that David was enjoying every minute of her messy humiliation. Either way, it had her overwhelmed.

‘Alright. Here we go.’ David said with a firm grab on the lever, leaning all his weight against it as he yanked it firmly. Now..the still foam coated Natalie couldn’t see the finality he put into that, but even blinded she could feel something was different this time, the chair beneath her quickly released into a rapid slide nothing could have stopped.

All of which left her clinging for dear life as she raced through the brushes that whipped the fresh release of foam all around her in one frankly unnecessary third foaming, her hands gripping the seat as she awaited the sudden jolt that would fling her into the Gunge. Down and down she raced with heart pounding and body tingling until..the chair lurched to a halt, the special hinges releasing to not just throw but tip her forward to send her tumbling into the swirled white and black gunk with an almighty splash, her foam covered frame sinking from sight for a few seconds before she emerged free of foam but dripping from head to toe, not that they could be seen beneath the Gunge lapping around her thighs and nearly brushing her pussy, her hair utterly flattened to her head as Gunge rolled over her hardened nipples.

Then it wasn’t just over her nipples it rose, for Natalie herself had risen right into the path of the massive deluge of pink sludge that exploded against her head, wasting no time in rushing over her helpless body, the multiple tanks ensuring that no matter how much rebounded and umbrellaed out from her, equally as much clung to her skin in a perfectly smooth layer of pink that hugged her closely.

Already so gunged as she was, Natalie just took it, her hands pressed to her eyes but making no other effort to defend herself, not really seeing the point. Since it wouldn’t exactly make any different and she wouldn’t deprive David of his fun. Since surely he was enjoying this very much.

And he was. Despite the awesome blowjob he had received less than three minutes ago, David was rock hard again, his cock pressed against his freshly zipped up pants as he turned towards the audience, somehow remembering to stay in character.

‘Well..wasn’t she a good sport. Give a big hand for Natalie everyone. And join us next time to see if our next plucky guest can achieve the Impossible.’ David paused to lower his voice to a teasing whisper. ‘We all know she won’t of course. Good night.’

Final scenes…maybe 8000 words. Natalie has to suggest they still have more time and she is having fun so why don’t they try a few scenes together. They talk it over while sharing another shower. They won’t need outfits for this one. It’s going to be a fun teasing idea maybe tied down so she can torture him a little, maybe a little erotic teasing to punish him. If he can hold out and not cum, she will end up in the tank. If he cums or begs to cum, she gets to put him in there and can do what she wants to him. It’s a little game. Luckily what she wants to do is make him feel good.

The second the scene ended, Natalie had wasted no time ushering David back for another shower, the young man eagerly slipping inside the close cubical with her. Yet his eagerness was twinned with a touch of sadness. For amazing as this day had been, creating memories that would last him a lifetime; he couldn’t escape the thought that it was over now. And he was just starting to relax around Natalie as well.

‘Here. Let me help.’ David offered as gentlemanly as he could muster as his length brushed against Natalie’s stomach. After all, he didn’t really need the shower himself, so the best he could do was help her clean up.

‘I think I might need some.’ Natalie replied with a cheeky wink, the fresh water stream only having gone so far cleaning the Gunge from her curves, a swirl of white and black and pink curling around her feet. ‘I didn’t think I’d get this messy. All that foam and Gunge…it certainly was an experience.’

‘I’ll bet.’ David replied, his hands guiding the soap laden sponge over her breasts in soft sweeps, something he wouldn’t have felt comfortable doing just a few hours ago. ‘And I should say thank you. I’ve really enjoyed today, meeting you and getting too..well…Gunge you. I know it wasn’t such fun for you maybe but…thank you.’

Natalie paused in her firm washing of her hair to glance back at him with an expression he could only describe as..bashful. ‘It was..more fun than I imagined. Once you get passed how weird it feels. It’s just a shame I didn’t get to put you in a Gunge tank.

‘I know.’ David replied with a slow, almost wistful smile. ‘Still..maybe next time.’

‘What’s wrong with this time?’ Natalie asked with a steady voice David could almost have taken as serious. It wasn’t until she held his gaze without a flicker of mirth that he dared hope she was being serious.

‘But….we only got three scenes.’ David asked slowly, his hands continuing to caress her long cleaned breasts almost on rote, the rolling suds and streaming water helping to wash the rest of her clean.

‘True.’ Natalie allowed her head to roll back to rinse out her hair, her breasts suddenly jutted into David’s now frozen hands. ‘But they booked the place for the day. And we still have some time left. Lots of time really. So..howsabout it? I really want to get you back for that rigged Gameshow. And I think I know just how to do it.’

‘Oh? You have an idea in mind?’ David asked, his cock twitching urgently even as Natalie spun around and guided his hands to her back, sighing at the soft caress of the sponge. Matching the hardness in his cock was a tremble in his voice as his excitement returned full fold, a ripple of anticipation fuelled by not knowing exactly what Natalie did have in mind. ‘And something for me to wear I bet?

‘I do..especially about the outfit.’ Natalie grinned. ‘And the best thing is..you are already wearing it my dear David.’

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