Messy GungeSlut
you wont get away that easy
by andy250 » 14 Jun 2006, 19:52
you'd still get the worst and most messy gunging ever, that would not change already made me mind up about that, starting with eggs and slime (getting fruity again must stop...)
by UncleRupert » 30 Jun 2006, 02:06
She fronted up at the desk with her overnight bag, cursing the garage that was supposed to have repaired her car.
“I really need a room for the night,” she said. At the look of inquiry from the receptionist she felt she needed to explain further. “My car broke down a way back. I managed to get a tow as far as this place. If I can stay here the night I’ll get a decent mechanic out in the morning.” She said that last bit with venom, remembering never to give more work to her local garage, no matter how tight their overalls were. “By the way, the name Wamotel. Does that signify anything”
“Oh yes madam, that’s named for our founder, William Anthony Marshall. He founded the Wamotel chain 50 years ago, dedicated to providing the best in customer service for overnight travellers.” The receptionist rattled that off like she had been to too many training courses. “Why? Did you think it meant anything else?”
She wasn’t sure, but she thought there was a sparkle in the receptionist’s eye. But she didn’t want to push it, especially given how tired she felt after the long drive today. “No, no,” she flustered, “I was just interested, that’s all.”
“Well, there is a history of the Wamotel chain in every room if you need more.” The receptionist’s face had started to shine as she obviously went into her pre-prepared spiel. Our heroine looked at the young girl and had to admit a certain attraction to her. Damn! It was hard being bi-sexual sometimes. But right now she felt totally asexual, she just wanted to sleep until the local garage opened in the morning. With a few more exchanges the keys were handed over and she headed off to the room indicated. It turned out to be on the top floor, and when she entered her breath was taken away. This was no room, it was a suite, and probably the best in the hotel. It must have been a slow night, and somehow the girl on the desk had decided to be nice. Well, she was going to make the most of this. Dumping her bag on the floor she quickly stripped off and headed for the shower. That felt so good - it was one of the most powerful power showers she had ever encountered and she let the hard jets play all over her body until she was positively tingling from the hot water. That had definitely washed the road off her body. Stepping out she wrapped a towel around her head and another around her body and walked back into the bedroom. She turned on the TV to watch while she was drying herself - the usual local news rubbish but it occupied her brain a bit. It was only once she had got completely dressed that she though there was something wrong. But it was only when she heard the other woman’s voice that she realised what was going on
“Whore!” came from the other side of the room. How had she not noticed the receptionist lurking in the room all that time? And how much had she seen. She had these terrible flashbacks to when she had dropped the towel and been stark naked in the room. She started to protest, and then noticed the knife in the other woman’s hand. That made her open mouth shut really quickly
“You think this is all fun don’t you?” Asked the receptionist, to her confusion. “You just waltz in here with your questions about WAM and I bet you’ve never even been given a proper covering. Have you? HAVE YOU?”
She decided to humour this mad woman until she could find a way out. Besides, at least she was talking about a subject she could claim some knowledge of. “Well, I have tried it a bit. I was hoping…” Oh JEEZ! Why had she just said that? Before she knew what was going on, she had been dragged by her hair back into the bathroom and slapped down onto the plastic chair that she had thought was only there for people to drape their clothes over. She soon discovered otherwise - a few snaps and twists and her captor had released long loops of wire which were tied around her body. She soon could not move, even had she wanted to. She had this thought that she could have escaped before her imprisonment was total, but something had held her to the chair, wanting to know what would happen next. She didn’t have to wait long.
“You may be wondering why I gave you this suite.” Said the receptionist. “Well, it’s because it has certain extras which could come in handy. Like this.”
She pressed a button and a whole wall of the bathroom dropped away to reveal a number of shelves. A waft of cold air hit her, indicating that everything on the shelves was refrigerated to a very low temperature. She barely had time to react to this, before the receptionist picked up a large pie from one of the shelves. There was a huge grin on her face as she spun on one heel and smacked it into our poor heroine’s face. We should perhaps feel sorry for her, if this wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. As pie after pie was slammed into her, the poor girl couldn’t help but laugh with joy at the treatment she was getting.
“Oh, not so bad for you then?” cursed the other woman, picking up a jug. She approached carefully, and then pulled out the front of her blouse. As buttons popped off, the jug was up-ended and the poor woman felt ice cold custard pouring down her front. It covered her face, neck and chest, and then flowed down over her tits. Even clad in her bra she could still feel the wet, cold, clammy ooze all over them, and it felt so good she couldn’t help moaning with joy. This made her assailant even more angry, and a large metal bowl was produced. Upended over her head, she discovered that the bowl was full of baked beans, all cooled to the near zero temperatures of the refrigerated shelves. She squealed with fright and pain, but that just resulted in her mouth being filled with the cold beans. Shutting her mouth and then trying to spit out the offending matter, she could only sit and suffer as the rest of the bowl’s content slipped down her body. Then her bra was pulled down to reveal her tits, standing proud against the assault. They were hit with two small but cold and effective custard pies, which made her nipples stand on end even more than they were already.
Then the waistband of her skirt was pulled forward, and another bowl emptied into that region. This one was cold rice pudding, and the strange lumpy texture of the material was more than she had ever experienced before. If her hands hadn’t been tied up behind her, she would have been plunging them into her sticky pussy to bring herself off. She couldn’t of course, but her attacker saw the need in her face.
“You’re loving this aren’t you?” she crowed, before grabbing the skirt in both hands and ripping hard. The skirt, though expensive, did not put up much resistance and suddenly her knickers were exposed. The other woman reached back and picked up a carton of ice cream - but this had been defrosting for some time so it was still lumpy but very free flowing. It poured out of the carton into the panties of our poor victim. They were held open to give easy access, and she quickly realised that defrosted did not mean warmed up. Screaming and squealing she thrashed around on the chair, trying to escape the terrible torment she was being subjected to, so much that her knickers were ripped off in the hands that held them. But, of course, our friendly receptionist was too keen on this behaviour to let her victim off so lightly. More chocolate sauce was poured over her head, making her hair even more sticky, and then trifle after trifle was slapped against her face, tits and into her crotch. The only problem that could be found was that her legs were bare.
“I wish you were wearing stockings, so I could fill them up,” said the enthusiastic wammer.
To her surprise she got the response “Oh, I will next time!”
“Well, there’s only one thing I can say to that,” she replied. “Lift your arse, you dirty bitch.”
The compliant half-naked woman did just that, straining against her bonds to lift her arse from the chair, even though she was not sure what was to come. But she didn’t have to wait long, as she saw a large chocolate cake lifted from the shelves and planted deliberately on the chair right below her nether regions.
“Go on then, sit down.”
She tensed herself, knowing what was to come, but also pleased that it was her choice to suffer this final indignity. She knew that if she did this then she would forever be at the mercy of this dirty, sexy, horny, wonderful woman. Looking deep into the eyes of her tormentor, she slowly lowered herself onto the cake. It squidged all around her, and she felt the material invading her crevices in ways she had never contemplated. As she finished her descent, she sat back, breathing heavily and ecstatically. Even as she was trying to recover, the other woman sat astride her thighs, and brought her fingers down to her chocolate covered regions.
Some time later, the two mucky, sticky, exhausted women rolled apart from each other. For a moment, neither wanted to move, both lost in enjoyment of the moment. Then the receptionist staggered to her feet.
“Right, I need a shower. You, on the other hand, should stay here.” Faster than would have seemed possible a moment ago, she had the other woman tied up again, only this time naked and covered in food.
“I’m going to leave you here for the cleaning woman,” she crowed. “She’ll be hear in about 6 hours. If you ask nicely, she might lick you clean, but you’ll have to do a lot for her. And, of course, I expect you back her in a week’s time, but with stockings on.”
“I really need a room for the night,” she said. At the look of inquiry from the receptionist she felt she needed to explain further. “My car broke down a way back. I managed to get a tow as far as this place. If I can stay here the night I’ll get a decent mechanic out in the morning.” She said that last bit with venom, remembering never to give more work to her local garage, no matter how tight their overalls were. “By the way, the name Wamotel. Does that signify anything”
“Oh yes madam, that’s named for our founder, William Anthony Marshall. He founded the Wamotel chain 50 years ago, dedicated to providing the best in customer service for overnight travellers.” The receptionist rattled that off like she had been to too many training courses. “Why? Did you think it meant anything else?”
She wasn’t sure, but she thought there was a sparkle in the receptionist’s eye. But she didn’t want to push it, especially given how tired she felt after the long drive today. “No, no,” she flustered, “I was just interested, that’s all.”
“Well, there is a history of the Wamotel chain in every room if you need more.” The receptionist’s face had started to shine as she obviously went into her pre-prepared spiel. Our heroine looked at the young girl and had to admit a certain attraction to her. Damn! It was hard being bi-sexual sometimes. But right now she felt totally asexual, she just wanted to sleep until the local garage opened in the morning. With a few more exchanges the keys were handed over and she headed off to the room indicated. It turned out to be on the top floor, and when she entered her breath was taken away. This was no room, it was a suite, and probably the best in the hotel. It must have been a slow night, and somehow the girl on the desk had decided to be nice. Well, she was going to make the most of this. Dumping her bag on the floor she quickly stripped off and headed for the shower. That felt so good - it was one of the most powerful power showers she had ever encountered and she let the hard jets play all over her body until she was positively tingling from the hot water. That had definitely washed the road off her body. Stepping out she wrapped a towel around her head and another around her body and walked back into the bedroom. She turned on the TV to watch while she was drying herself - the usual local news rubbish but it occupied her brain a bit. It was only once she had got completely dressed that she though there was something wrong. But it was only when she heard the other woman’s voice that she realised what was going on
“Whore!” came from the other side of the room. How had she not noticed the receptionist lurking in the room all that time? And how much had she seen. She had these terrible flashbacks to when she had dropped the towel and been stark naked in the room. She started to protest, and then noticed the knife in the other woman’s hand. That made her open mouth shut really quickly
“You think this is all fun don’t you?” Asked the receptionist, to her confusion. “You just waltz in here with your questions about WAM and I bet you’ve never even been given a proper covering. Have you? HAVE YOU?”
She decided to humour this mad woman until she could find a way out. Besides, at least she was talking about a subject she could claim some knowledge of. “Well, I have tried it a bit. I was hoping…” Oh JEEZ! Why had she just said that? Before she knew what was going on, she had been dragged by her hair back into the bathroom and slapped down onto the plastic chair that she had thought was only there for people to drape their clothes over. She soon discovered otherwise - a few snaps and twists and her captor had released long loops of wire which were tied around her body. She soon could not move, even had she wanted to. She had this thought that she could have escaped before her imprisonment was total, but something had held her to the chair, wanting to know what would happen next. She didn’t have to wait long.
“You may be wondering why I gave you this suite.” Said the receptionist. “Well, it’s because it has certain extras which could come in handy. Like this.”
She pressed a button and a whole wall of the bathroom dropped away to reveal a number of shelves. A waft of cold air hit her, indicating that everything on the shelves was refrigerated to a very low temperature. She barely had time to react to this, before the receptionist picked up a large pie from one of the shelves. There was a huge grin on her face as she spun on one heel and smacked it into our poor heroine’s face. We should perhaps feel sorry for her, if this wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. As pie after pie was slammed into her, the poor girl couldn’t help but laugh with joy at the treatment she was getting.
“Oh, not so bad for you then?” cursed the other woman, picking up a jug. She approached carefully, and then pulled out the front of her blouse. As buttons popped off, the jug was up-ended and the poor woman felt ice cold custard pouring down her front. It covered her face, neck and chest, and then flowed down over her tits. Even clad in her bra she could still feel the wet, cold, clammy ooze all over them, and it felt so good she couldn’t help moaning with joy. This made her assailant even more angry, and a large metal bowl was produced. Upended over her head, she discovered that the bowl was full of baked beans, all cooled to the near zero temperatures of the refrigerated shelves. She squealed with fright and pain, but that just resulted in her mouth being filled with the cold beans. Shutting her mouth and then trying to spit out the offending matter, she could only sit and suffer as the rest of the bowl’s content slipped down her body. Then her bra was pulled down to reveal her tits, standing proud against the assault. They were hit with two small but cold and effective custard pies, which made her nipples stand on end even more than they were already.
Then the waistband of her skirt was pulled forward, and another bowl emptied into that region. This one was cold rice pudding, and the strange lumpy texture of the material was more than she had ever experienced before. If her hands hadn’t been tied up behind her, she would have been plunging them into her sticky pussy to bring herself off. She couldn’t of course, but her attacker saw the need in her face.
“You’re loving this aren’t you?” she crowed, before grabbing the skirt in both hands and ripping hard. The skirt, though expensive, did not put up much resistance and suddenly her knickers were exposed. The other woman reached back and picked up a carton of ice cream - but this had been defrosting for some time so it was still lumpy but very free flowing. It poured out of the carton into the panties of our poor victim. They were held open to give easy access, and she quickly realised that defrosted did not mean warmed up. Screaming and squealing she thrashed around on the chair, trying to escape the terrible torment she was being subjected to, so much that her knickers were ripped off in the hands that held them. But, of course, our friendly receptionist was too keen on this behaviour to let her victim off so lightly. More chocolate sauce was poured over her head, making her hair even more sticky, and then trifle after trifle was slapped against her face, tits and into her crotch. The only problem that could be found was that her legs were bare.
“I wish you were wearing stockings, so I could fill them up,” said the enthusiastic wammer.
To her surprise she got the response “Oh, I will next time!”
“Well, there’s only one thing I can say to that,” she replied. “Lift your arse, you dirty bitch.”
The compliant half-naked woman did just that, straining against her bonds to lift her arse from the chair, even though she was not sure what was to come. But she didn’t have to wait long, as she saw a large chocolate cake lifted from the shelves and planted deliberately on the chair right below her nether regions.
“Go on then, sit down.”
She tensed herself, knowing what was to come, but also pleased that it was her choice to suffer this final indignity. She knew that if she did this then she would forever be at the mercy of this dirty, sexy, horny, wonderful woman. Looking deep into the eyes of her tormentor, she slowly lowered herself onto the cake. It squidged all around her, and she felt the material invading her crevices in ways she had never contemplated. As she finished her descent, she sat back, breathing heavily and ecstatically. Even as she was trying to recover, the other woman sat astride her thighs, and brought her fingers down to her chocolate covered regions.
Some time later, the two mucky, sticky, exhausted women rolled apart from each other. For a moment, neither wanted to move, both lost in enjoyment of the moment. Then the receptionist staggered to her feet.
“Right, I need a shower. You, on the other hand, should stay here.” Faster than would have seemed possible a moment ago, she had the other woman tied up again, only this time naked and covered in food.
“I’m going to leave you here for the cleaning woman,” she crowed. “She’ll be hear in about 6 hours. If you ask nicely, she might lick you clean, but you’ll have to do a lot for her. And, of course, I expect you back her in a week’s time, but with stockings on.”
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by DecadentDoll » 30 Jun 2006, 20:06
Excellent dirty little story Uncle Rupert! Mad me smile, bet Hayley liked it what with all her travelling 
As for Clare and GS, I'll be referree
*joking*
Yeah a studio is only really a feasible idea if you're looking to make big bucks out of other people's fetish , or have a publication and clients you need to keep happy with a discreet location.
I choose my bathroom most nights, as does GS about 85% of the sploshing i do goes completely unrecorded, except in my head.
Anyway, ramble over.
As for Clare and GS, I'll be referree
*joking*
Yeah a studio is only really a feasible idea if you're looking to make big bucks out of other people's fetish , or have a publication and clients you need to keep happy with a discreet location.
I choose my bathroom most nights, as does GS
about 85% of the sploshing i do goes completely unrecorded, except in my head.
Anyway, ramble over.
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. Dr Seuss
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by DecadentDoll » 30 Jun 2006, 20:51
I think it's because of all the hotel references in the thread, the stuff about WAMotel and Travel Lodges and such
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. Dr Seuss
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by Smiley » 30 Jun 2006, 21:51
I don't mind travelodge, one of the better hotel chains considers if you good in advance you can get it for as little as £15.
Respect the hotel room and the hotel room will respect you! Okay im just talking crap now.
Waiter, fetch me my pudding.
Respect the hotel room and the hotel room will respect you! Okay im just talking crap now.
Waiter, fetch me my pudding.
by UncleRupert » 01 Jul 2006, 21:59
DecadentDoll wrote:I think it's because of all the hotel references in the thread, the stuff about WAMotel and Travel Lodges and such
Indeed it was - I'm glad someone understands me
But I've now discovered the story forum, so future inspirations will go in there
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doh! knew I should have re-read the whole thread!
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