Plastermind

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All written content is copyright of Mr Andrew Wilcock.
He forbids any unauthorised publishing or editing without
written permission from the author.
The characters and events in this story are fictional. Any
resemblance to persons, whether alive or dead, is
coincidental.


Chapter One:

DEBS GLIMPSED AT her phone and checked the time.
The journey into town had been slow (the bus driver appeared
to have accelerphobia!). Finally, the service arrived at the
bus station, and she alighted.
The girls had said they'd meet her at the coffee shop,
which had become the pre-session chin wag location.
Karen and Jenny (they had been friends for a long time)
had chatted; Debs hoped this would mean lots of mess.
Having missed out on messy sessions, she needed
an excellent sploshing.
The town centre was busy; Deb's phone beeped. A text
from Karen to let her know the girls had arrived. When
Debs crossed the road (in front of the coffee shop),
Jenny waved from the counter. Karen and Alison were
sitting next to a window; they had grabbed a table for
four.
Debs entered, exchanged hugs with Jenny, visited the
barista, and ordered a hot chocolate. Jenny passed a
comment about not letting Deb's drink go chilly. In case
the girls poured it over each other. They giggled,
selected a handful of biscuits for everyone, then joined
Karen and Alison.
'Hello ladies.' Debs smiled and wondered if anyone knew
the details of the (possible) upcoming session. 'What's
happening?'
Karen chuckled. 'Well!' Her wide grin told Debs
something was afoot.
Alison sipped her tea, then pointed at Miss Chuckling.
'She has started already.'
Jenny laughed at Alison before gesturing at her drink.
'That smells good.'
'It's a new blend from Mexico. It's very nice.'
Karen pulled herself together long enough to tell Debs
her idea. 'I downloaded a messy quiz the other night
from The Ministry Of Mess, called–' She glanced around
the shop to make sure no one overheard. '–Plastermind.
I thought we might have a crack at it.'
Debs grinned; she had been right; messy play was on
the cards. 'Oh. What do we have to do? I assume it
involves messy humiliation.'
'God, does it!' Jenny's broad smile told everyone the
dommes planned to deliver goo by the truckload; Jenny
had chatted to Karen about hosting the game.
Karen beamed from cheek to cheek. 'As Jenny said,
there's oodles of mess. You answer questions. Get yours
right, you're okay. Fail, well, the hosts trash you!'
'I have an idea,' Debs had a vision in her mind of how
they could play the game.
'Go on,' Alison sounded interested.
Debs continued, 'Why don't we have teams of two?' The
girls nodded to tell her she was right.
Karen's laughter had intrigued Debs. 'So, what made
you giggle?' The question set Karen off for the second
time. She gazed at the floor and tried to compose herself.
Alison took the reins and said to Karen, 'Look, if you
don't pull yourself together enough to tell them – then
I'll do it for you.' Karen's laughter made Alison smirk;
Karen suffered fits of uncontrollable laughter and put
her left hand out for Alison to smack her. Alison did;
Jenny giggled; Alison and Debs exchanged glimpses.
Karen composed herself. 'Sorry about that.' She smiled
to tell everyone she would stop. Her face had turned
rosy red. 'Dave and Steve (Karen's and Jenny's partners)
said they would dress up as the phantoms while playing
the game, then trash us until we sub. We thought about
Master Derek for Debs. Master Jason for Alison.'
The girls grinned. Karen had a thing for Dave, dressed
as the phantom, hence her giggling.
'We'll play in the garage at mine,' Jenny's expression
told everyone she had asked Steve to sort the venue.
The ladies nodded again Jenny had given them
somewhere to play.
'Let's talk outfits,' Debs wanted the girls to taunt the
guys. She hoped Master D would be there. 'Are we going
colour coordinated?'
'We might as well.' Alison was on Deb's wavelength.
Karen and Jenny smiled; they understood what their friend
wanted. Jenny sipped more tea and wondered if Steve
had got in touch with the dommes.
Debs devoured a biscuit then took the lead while Jenny
enjoyed her brew:
'Satin is a must. I guess we're choosing blouses so the
phantoms can tear our purchases apart. Or in Jenny's
case, obliterate it!'
Jenny wanted to sort the game out. 'About the teams?
I reckon Debs and myself.'
Karen and Alison exchanged smiles; they would take on
the dubious duo.
Alison knew she could improve the outfits:
'Skirts. I'm thinking short, black maybe, front button
or press stud?'
'Good idea,' Karen replied. 'If I fail – and I will. Phantom,
Dave, can do what he does best and tear mine open.' A wide
beaming smile followed.
'I know a man who sells them,' Debs said. 'In fact, I can
purchase them from here. At a push, I might get stud,
front fastening, in PVC.'
'Stockings and suspender belts are a must,' Jenny shared
her thoughts. 'I reckon we ditch our bras. When the
phantoms soak our outfits, our breasts will cling to
our blouses, driving them nuts!'
'That leaves the colours,' Alison replied. 'I say for Karen
and myself, cream. When the phantoms saturate ours,
they will turn transparent.'
'For Jenny and I lime green,' Debs said. 'So we end up
clingy. The sight will torment them.'
The girls sat back, enjoyed their drinks, and ate their
biscuits. Jenny announced she was going to get her nails
done. Debs made a phone call and purchased the PVC skirts.
Karen and Alison had the afternoon free; they would buy the
blouses; a store around the corner stocked the colours,
puffy and full sleeves to make them more outrageous.
Jenny rang Steve and checked he would prepare the mess.
She declared he was up to something. What, she wasn't sure.
Coffee time over, everyone parted company. Before they
left, the women agreed Saturday would be Tiswas day.


Chapter Two:

STEVE AND DAVE crossed the pub car park; they had arranged
to meet Master Jason for a pint and a chat about the
weekend's play.
The Victorian-style boozer was empty, apart from four
regulars sitting at the bar and a couple who had taken over
the snug.
The trio bought a round of drinks and found a quiet spot
to discuss Saturday's session.
J said to Steve and Dave, 'What's happening, then?'
Steve replied, 'Karen and Jenny want to get messy with
Debs and Alison playing a new game. Plastermind.'
Dave made sure he delivered a blank expression. 'Karen
has given me instructions. I have to dress up as the phantom
from the program Tiswas.' He checked none of the regulars
was in earshot and whispered, 'She has a thing for me
dressed as him.' Dave's comment made J smirk.
Steve enjoyed a gulp of lager. 'You're not alone. I, too,
have to don the gear and become the blackest fiend in the
cosmos.'
'I'll throw on a pair of black combat pants and a matching
T-shirt,' J's tone sounded neutral.
Dave knew J would look cool no matter what he wore,
unlike him:
'Seeing as you're not dressing like an odd fellow in black.
You must read out the questions. As the phantom, or in
this case, phantoms never speak.'
'Master Derek has Saturday free. I'll chat with him. Mistress
has closed the dungeon because one of her regulars has
invited her to a party. I know Debs enjoys playing with him.
He could MC the quiz.' J understood that Dave and Steve
wanted to trash their partners. He and Master D would hang
back during the play and let the lads take centre stage.
Plus, the ladies had ordered their men to wear daft outfits.
The trio enjoyed a hearty slug of lager.
J wondered how far the ladies wanted to go and asked
Steve, 'Is sex play needed?'
'Funny you should ask.' Steve glanced around the drinker's
paradise. 'I have an idea!'
The lads huddled together.
'J, can you bring the stands for the Hitachi vibrators?' Steve
said. 'I reckon we put the girls on them about halfway through
the game. They will wear kinky short skirts, and if they don't,
well, we'll just make their skirts short, so they look kinky!'
'Yeah, sure, we have lots of them in the dungeon for group
sessions.'
Steve and Dave exchanged glances. Their lives were nowhere
near as exciting as Js.
'I might fill the spare wheelie bin with compost,' Steve said.
'If the girls fail three questions, we could dunk them in the
vile mess.'
Dave nodded, then consumed more lager; sounds rumbled
out of the snug. 'How about paint and flour for the women?'
He grinned; the idea of Karen wearing satin covered in house
paint flicked his switch.
Steve grinned, too. 'Emulsion and flour, buckets of the stuff
thrown over their spotless outfits.'
'Cost a bit, that will,' Dave replied, but he still wanted to
make it happen.
J had the answer; he smiled, grabbed his mobile and phoned
a contact. 'Frank, how are you?' he listened for twenty seconds.
'Good, nice to hear. I need that favour. Can I have the emulsion
I spoke about?' he listened again. 'Yeah. Sound. That's right,
two green, two red, one blue,' more listening. 'A couple of tins
of yellow. Well, when in Rome.' He smiled. 'Oh, there's some
spare brown, too. Throw that in our direction, will you? Well,
not literally, you understand.' He laughed. 'Drop them at the
dungeon this aft. Cheers, bud.' J said to the lads, 'A friend of
mine works for Dulux in the test area. If you want tins of
paint, let me know. The bloke has tons of the stuff.' Steve
and Dave beamed from cheek to cheek.
The trio made a list of what mess they required. Pies by the
van load, gallons of gunge, lots of mud, loads of compost, and
bottlesof rank sauces.
Dave declared he would visit the local cash and carry. Later, he
would bob round to the dungeon and collect the paint.
The guys finished their drinks and arranged to purchase the
supplies. Everyone agreed the session would be superb. The
phantoms would trash the girls, and the paint would be a sight
to behold. When they left, giggling drifted from the snug.


Chapter Three:

SATURDAY MORNING STEVE jumped in the minibus
and collected Debs, Alison, and Karen. Karen declared
something was afoot. Dave had banned her from his van.
Once at Jenny's and Steve's, the girls brewed up, then
raided the front bedroom with Jenny to dress. From the
window, they watched a car arrive.
Alison smiled at Debs to draw her attention. 'Oh, Master
D is here. You've had a length from him before.' The ladies
giggled. (Steve had told Jenny Master D would join the lads.
Jenny had told the girls, apart from Debs as it was a
surprise for her.)
'He'll be doing a lot of this today if I get my way.' Debs
beamed from cheek to cheek, and motioned at him tearing
open her new shiny blouse. The ladies understood; more
giggles followed.
Jenny clocked Master D and Steve standing on the drive,
enjoying cans of coke. Intrigued, she faced the girls.
'The guys are up to something. I know it.'
'Face it, they're going to trash us,' Debs knew Jenny's
anticipation was building, she wanted Steve to take
control. 'We love it. Why worry about it?'
Karen nodded to tell Jenny Debs was correct. Five
minutes passed, she heard squeaky brakes, Dave's van had
arrived. She stared out of the window; Steve and Master D
guided her fella up the drive in reverse. Sitting in the
passenger seat was another master. Steve and Master D
opened the rear doors. The guys lifted many boxes out of
the back, the extra master helped them. Among them
were plain tins. The lids had letters written on them in
black felt pen: B, Y, Bl and G. Unloading complete, the
chaps shook hands and patted each other on the back.
Karen faced her friends. 'Jenny's right. They've got
something extra. It's messy, and there's a lot of it. Also,
they have invited Master Jason. Dave collected him.'
'Ladies.' Alison produced a small bag, which drew their
attention. 'I have acquired matching panties to go with
our new blouses. So we will look stunning.' She waved
the lingerie aloft.
By the time the girls had got ready, the guys had come
in and changed. Piss-taking followed, which stopped when
the lads saw the ladies looked ravishing.
In the kitchen, everyone came together for happy snaps.
The women huddled next to the phantoms while the duo
held pies. Which, when the group browsed the photos,
had been heading for kinky places.
Jenny popped her head around the garage side door. The
guys had laid two sets of chairs out, side by side, and
tarped up the floor. Plus, someone had filled God knows
how many buckets with mess, custard pies galore, and
balloons full of something that hung from the ceiling.
Steve followed her inside; she turned and smiled at
him; he winked.


Chapter Four:

EVERYONE ELSE ENTERED the garage. Karen and
Alison took the chairs to the left. Jenny and Debs the
right. When the girls positioned themselves, more giggles
erupted.
Master D checked out the supplies and said to Steve,
'What the fuck do the neighbours think?'
Steve laughed and glanced at Jenny. 'That we're a pair of
pervs.' The guys nodded Steve was correct.
Steve and Dave donned their phantom masks and prepared
the first batch of pies. Masters J and D sorted the questions.
Master D became the MC (J busied himself making pies
so Dave and Steve could use them). 'Ladies, the rules.
Well–' He stared at them. '–there are none! Apart from this:
Get a question wrong, and the phantoms trash you. If you
are correct, they wreck the opposing team.'
'Sounds oddly fair,' Debs replied, 'yet rigged at the same time.'
She faced the girls and grinned at them. 'We would expect
nothing less.' The ladies double-checked their outfits were
pristine and shiny.
Master D delivered the first question, 'This is for Jenny and
Debs.' He pointed at them. 'True or false. A typical lightning
bolt is two to four inches wide and two miles long?' Those
selected exchanged smiles then sniggered. 'True.' Jenny pulled
a silly face, which told everyone she had guessed.
Again, the MC pointed at Jenny and Debs. 'Correct.' Then
he scowled at Alison and Karen. 'Give it the cream bitches!'
The phantoms lobbed pies at the opposing ladies. A great
shot from (phantom) Dave splattered over Karen's face.
Another impacted Alisons' left breast. Tomato soup (thrown
by phantom Steve) splashed down the middle of her blouse
and onto her PVC skirt. Alison and Karen exchanged glances,
then they giggled like school girls.
Master D used a dominant stare and sounded stern. 'Order
in the game, please. We must have order.' The women peered
at each other; all of them giggled. To keep the contest moving
along, the MC revealed the second question. 'Ladies. The
phantoms will tip mess inside the neckline of your blouses should
you answer incorrectly.' They nodded to tell the dommes
bring it on. 'Canada is an Indian word meaning, big village?'
He gestured at them to tell them anyone may respond.
Karen had no idea and whispered to Alison, 'What the fuck?
; 'Wrong!' Master D jumped on Karen's mistake. 'That was not
the answer I wanted.'
'No! No!' She pointed at him and hurried her words. 'That's not
what I meant,' her voice became high pitched. Her mind raced
for a way out of the problem but she couldn't find one. 'I was
conferring.' It looked like Karen had dropped the contestants
in the mire. Jenny doubled up, laughing; Debs, too.
Master D waved at the phantoms. The blackest fiends approached
a table, grabbed an empty bucket, and filled it with smelly,
oily compost from the wheelie bin.
'No. Not vile stinking stuff!' Karen pointed at the bucket.
'Please, show mercy.'
Steve went to pull open the neckline of Karen's blouse and
yanked the top button off. 'Wow,' she glanced at her blouse
and gasped, 'illegal clothes destruction.' Master J threw another
pie at her for giving abuse, which landed on her right breast and
stuck there. She glimpsed at her outfit and smiled at Dave.
He understood she was becoming aroused and tipped the oily
compost inside the front of her blouse. The fabric turned
transparent as the slop slid over her left breast. Steve filled
her left sleeve; the vile liquid swished around saturated the
material.
Debs (secretly craving the same messy humiliation) pointed
at Alison and Karen. 'Look at the state of them!'
Master D stared at Debs to dominate her. 'No backchat.' She
understood he would take control when the time came and
motioned he would have to tear her blouse open. A wry smile
followed from him; he fought to stop his erection from
appearing.
The MC composed himself and moved the game along.
'Jenny, Debs – question number three is for you. A mole can dig
a three hundred-foot tunnel in one night?' He leaned forward
to put them under pressure. 'True or false?'
Silence. Karen shook her blouse and attempted to dispatch the
compost surrounding her left breast.
Debs stared at Master D, shrugged at Jenny and guessed.
'False.'
'Blast them.' Master D pointed at Jenny and Debs. Both subs
shouted in girly submissive voices, 'Oh no!'
The phantoms hurled buckets of gunge (green and black) at
them. Their first delivery hit the centre of Jenny's blouse
and her skirt. The second (black gunge) trashed the right side
of Deb's outfit; splashback hit Jenny. Unhappy with their first
deluge, those in black chucked four custard pies at Debs and
Jenny. Gunge, from the earlier shot, dripped off Deb's blouse.
Master D's tone dominated Debs. 'The mess must remain on
your blouse.' Wanting to please him she didn't touch her outfit.
The phantoms poured curry sauce over Jenny's and Deb's
outfits for misbehaving. A big blob landed in Deb's hair; both
were in hysterics.
Alison pointed at Jenny and Debs. Then she shouted to the
phantoms, 'Give them the compost.' The blackest fiends
denied her request. Instead, they tipped it down her back
for being bratty.
Jenny made sure her voice was high pitched to tell Steve
to do it to her when she gasped, 'Ewe slimy.'
'We must have order,' the MC shouted before delivering the
fourth question. 'The Spanish Inquisition once condemned
the entire Netherlands to death for heresy?' He gestured at
both teams to tell them they could confer.
Jenny and Debs leaned forward; they stared at Karen and
Alison. The ladies faced Master D, smirked, pointed at him,
and replied, in chorus, with a hint of brat. 'You've rigged this!'
He knew what would make them sub and shouted,
'Phantoms, give them the paint.' The blackest fiends raised
their hands aloft and shook them.
The women stared at each other; the phantoms lifted two
buckets and threw the contents at the contestants. Brown
emulsion washed over the buttons of Alison's cream blouse,
some splashed over Karen.
Jenny (aroused and shocked) gasped to Debs, 'God, we're
being pounded!' Jenny delivered the words before the
phantoms swamped her right shoulder and right breast with
bright yellow paint. Her skirt followed alongside a dab of
right stocking. The delivery dripped onto her right black
high heel, too.
Dave chucked half a bucket of blue paint at the centre
of Karen's blouse. She rocked back from the impact.
'God. Yes!'
The phantoms popped the balloon above Deb's head.
Green paint mixed with flour and cooking oil tumbled
towards her; the mixture pounded her hair and the
fabric around her shoulders. The emulsion sneaked
inside her outfit through her neckline.
Master D grabbed a pie, approached Debs, and pulled
her head back by her hair with his free hand. She
moaned; he powered his gift into her face. Her sounds
increased tenfold. He signalled to Steve; the Blackest
Fiend grabbed a pie too. Master D yanked Deb's skirt,
popping open the studs. Steve passed Master D his pie.
Master D smeared this offering into Deb's panties with
vigour. She was becoming putty in his hands.
Jenny, wanting the same vile treatment, muttered,
'Wow!'
Debs groaned.


Chapter Five:

THE CAT WAS out of the bag; the ladies knew
what was in the tins, house paint.
Master D delivered question number five, 'In her
entire lifetime, Spain's Queen Isabella, of 1451 to
1504, bathed twice. True or false? He scowled at
the contestants; wanting the dommes to get messier,
they smirked at him.
'I don't know about Queen Whoever, but Jenny needs
a bath!' Karen, thinking she had set her friend up,
grinned again.
The lads were two steps ahead they hurled more pies,
custard, gunge, soup and even mud at the women.
Steve splattered a pie sandwich on either side of
Jenny's head; she did nothing to increase the humiliation.
Master D paused proceedings while he consulted with
a phantom, who pointed at the wheelie bin, then Jenny.
The MC nodded. 'Good point.'; the girls shrugged at
each other and wondered what was afoot.
He said to Jenny, 'Phantom Steve has brought to my
attention, he could test the bin theory.'
'What? I've done nothing wrong. Look at the state of
me!' To egg on Master D, she gestured at the yellow
emulsion dripping down the right side of her blouse.
Steve (turned on by Jenny letting the guys ruin her
outfit) hurled back the bin lid, marched across to her,
and lifted her by her hair.
The girls chanted, 'Dunk her! Dunk her! Dunk her!'
Jenny struggled on purpose. Steve pulled at the studs
on her PVC skirt, popping them open. The Beast threw
her purchase in the bin. She watched it sink. 'Ewe!’
Lifting her, he dumped her in there too. Compost and
cooking oil spilt over the top. She said to him in a
bratty submissive tone, 'Chest deep. God. It's chilly
and smelly!'
To increase her humiliation, he tipped a carton of
custard over her head and unbuttoned her blouse; she
squeaked.
To build the tension Master D waited before he said.
'Question number six. Jenny, you may answer with
Debs. True or false. A fingernail takes about six
months to grow from base to tip?'
Jenny half-shouted, 'True,' but Steve submerged her.
She surfaced, black, and spluttered, 'Well?'
Master D stared at the contestants. 'Jenny is correct.'
Jenny, happy that Steve had trashed her, peered at
her wrecked outfit and gasped, 'Yay.' She clapped
and did a girly stomp.
Master J pointed at Alison and Karen. He yelled,
'Paint and pies.' Debs, enjoying the spectacle,
clapped. Then she too pointed at Alison and Karen.
The phantoms picked up more buckets of gunge,
emulsion paint, soup, and anything they could find;
Master J helped. The beasts hurled all the mess at
Alison and Karen. Steve drenched the left side of
Alison's blouse, including her left sleeve in slimy
green emulsion. Mentally bombarded she gazed at
her outfit and gasped, 'My God. I'm fucking owned!'
Karen's and Alison's breasts clung to their blouses.
Karen's breathing increased.
The MC stared at the contestants:
'Ladies, you have utterly failed during the first
half of this competition. The second half you will
have to do under duress.'
Steve lifted Jenny out of her prison and sent her
to sit next to Debs; he never returned her skirt.
When Jenny sat, both ladies beamed from cheek to
cheek and pointed at each other's outfits.
The lads shuffled the chairs together. The women
discovered the phantoms planned to tie them to them.
Alison, wanting to play, grinned at Master D. 'You
cannot do this. We are only here for the quiz, no
sex; we're British!'
Karen pointed at Alison. 'Or, in her case – more kink
'cos she's British.' She giggled and hoped Master Jason
would take the bait.
The girls watched the phantoms wheel the Hitachi
vibrators into play.
Dave pulled off Alison's and Karen's skirts. Master D
removed Deb's skirt; her free hand stroked his pole.
The phantoms tied Deb's and Karen's wrists to the
chairs. Without warning, the fiends slid the lady's
knickers aside, which were messy in varying degrees;
apart from Jenny's, hers were sodden.
When the MC gave the nod, the ones dressed in
black switched the vibrator heads on and lodged a
(pulsing) one next to a girl's vagina; sexual
submission commenced.
Master D sounded and looked dominant. 'Question
seven. A blue whale's tongue weighs more than an
elephant. True?' He glanced at those the Phantoms
were vibing. 'Or is my question false?'
The girls, with the sex aids mid-pulse, tried to reply.
Debs, her eyes closed, gasped, 'False.'
Master D boomed, 'Incorrect.' The phantoms hit
Debs with a pie sandwich in her hair. The excess
splattered over Jenny.
Steve covered Jenny's blouse in mushroom soup.
Then he yanked her cuffs open.
Dave ripped the top half of Karen's blouse open,
briefly exposing her left nipple. The Beast pied he
r in the face. Her head rocked from side to side
while muttering an inaudible reply.
Alison remained in the fight; the phantoms trashed
her with green, yellow and brown emulsion. To
increase her humiliation, they followed up with bags
of flour; the fiends rubbed their presents into the
roots of her hair.
Master J stared at Alison and shouted, 'Head forward
and look at the floor.' Her submissive side didn't like
confrontation, she did as ordered and ended up sitting
in a river of house paint.
Master D continued the game. 'Question number eight.
Women blink nearly twice as much as men?'
The girls moaned and groaned. He shouted again,
'I must have an answer.'
Karen gasped, 'Yes – yes they do,' she added. 'Show
mercy, Master D, you bastards are dismantling us.'
The phantoms threw more pies and gunge over the
girls (because Karen had answered incorrectly); the
brutes ripped Alison's blouse open; her nipples were
standing proud. Steve made a big hole in the left
sleeve of Jenny's blouse. Then he tore the collar off
the garment.
Debs stared at Master D and gasped, 'Please.
fuck me!'


Chapter Six:

THE GIRLS TORMENT continued. The MC pounded
them
with mental arithmetic questions; every contestant
failed. The phantoms bombarded both teams with
more buckets of foul mess; Jenny's legs trembled.
'Ladies,' the MC readout question ten. 'Are you good
at being used?' He stared at them to check:
'Yes or no?'
'Please, please, please. Stop the vibing torture – I'm
going to explode,' Karen replied. 'Please, sir. Let me
cum.' Her voice turned submissive as her sentence ended.
Master D pointed at the phantoms, then at the girls.
'No. Again, that's not the answer we wanted. Blackest
fiends, more compost!'
As the women expected, the evil ones hurled five
buckets of vile, stinking black sludge over their outfits
from the wheelie bin. Steve ripped more holes in
Jenny's blouse. She shouted her tag line at the phantoms,
'Do as you must!'
'I'm going to fucking cum,' Alison gasped. 'Please let me
orgasm. Master J, please, use me!'
'Tut, tut, Alison,' Steve sounded flat and monotone. 'It's
all me, me, me, isn't it?'
Dave approached Karen and revealed his hard manhood.
'Get on this, bitch. Time for you to suck the cock of the
blackest fiend.'; 'Yes, sir. Pour anything you like over me,
sir.' Her legs trembled too. 'Use me, sir.'
Steve exposed himself too, put Jenny on BJ duties, then
did something new. He poured flour over her head while
she sucked. Her hair stuck together like a beehive. She
looked, well, awful.
Master D stood in front of Debs. 'So, it has come down
to this. You, tied to a chair with a vibrator stuffed up your
pussy. You don't see me often enough. Now you must pay.'
She glanced at her blouse. 'Please, tear it open!' His manly
hands grasped her ruined, stained purchase. The Beast
growled his instructions, 'Look, stare at the buttons!' She
complied. As he prepared to deliver, she cried, 'I want to
cum as you do it!'
'Ready?'
Deb's ample bosoms rose and fell while clinging to the
fabric. As her back arched, she shouted, 'Now!' Her blouse
buttons scattered; 'I'm fucking cumming, sir!' she
shouted for the second time. He pulled her vibrator away
and masturbated her with extreme vigour. She had
back-to-back orgasms. 'Oh. The second fucking time!
Fuck me, you brute!'
Jenny gasped at Debs from her paint and flour combo.
'Brute?' Debs giggled. 'I know. I couldn't think of anything
else.'
Master Jason worked Alison over (her mind was a whirl
with sexual fantasies). Then he removed her vibrator and
went down on her. 'No, please, sir. I won't las. . .' She
trailed off; her head reeled from side to side. She panted
(it sounded raspy!).
Master D closed the contest. 'The last question, ladies.
Who would like a domme to fuck them in their messy rags?'
'Me!' Jenny shouted. 'God!' was all Debs mustered.
Alison blurted, 'Hell, yes!' her reply was more of a
semi-scream. 'Fucking use me!' Karen shouted.
Master D said, 'Extra points for Karen for stringing three
words together.'; 'I don't want fucking points,' she told
them straight. 'I want Dave's cock dressed as the Phantom!'
Steve slapped Jenny's tits twice; she continued to suck.
He poured more paint over her head and her blouse.
She didn't care; she wanted messy sex.
Master D said to the guys, 'Fuck the girls tied to the
chairs!'
Steve faced Jenny. Dave, Karen. Master D, Debs.
Master J was ready for Alison.
The guys penetrated the ladies. Slowly at first, then
they increased their speed. Alison's moans became
intense; Karen, too. Dave hit her with degrading
verbal abuse; wanting his full length, she pushed
on his penis. Master Derek worked Debs hard; she
beamed from cheek to cheek. The intense fucking
made her cum for the third time; he unloaded over
her vagina and her thighs. Steve took Jenny with a
nice steady rhythm; they orgasmed in tandem.
Master J spread Alison's legs. He fucked her hard
and fast; she squirted and ripped her blouse to pieces.
No one was sure how long the group played for.
What the friends knew was they had a blast.
The messy play had been brilliant, and the
rampant dirty sex at the end topped the day off.
Until the next time#

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Kind regards,

Andy.