Flatmates 2 part 1

[kurlt]

Here is another story on the same characters. Hope you like it Sorry it is a bit long


Mark was in the depth of concentration. Sitting at his desk overlooking the city he had no time for the view. The first major contract the firm had won, he know they had to get it right and although it was consuming all of his time, he was relishing the challenge. As he was focusing on the latest drawing he became aware of Derek his boss standing in front of the desk.

“Bad news Mark” said Derek, with same message etched across his face. “They’ve pulled out, decided they don’t want this new sports center anymore.”

“What! Why?” exclaimed Mark his head going into a fuzzy shock.
Derek slumped into the easy chair, “Budgetary cutbacks. It seems the financial crisis is causing some belt tightening and they decided to cut the sports hall from being built.”

“I can’t believe it.” said Mark, his intense concentration giving way to a rapid feeling of exhaustion and deflation. “What are we going to do now then?”

“Nothing we can do. The project is scrapped. We’ll leave the lawyers to sort out the financial. But listen, we still won it so we can keep bidding for the big ones in the future. You were instrumental and I won’t forget that, you should should take a few days off next week. But its late and Friday so go home” smiled Derek.

“Yeah”, exhailed Mark,”Do you fancy a pint first?”

“Sorry, the one upside of this is I can make parent’s evening. I’ll see you later, but Mark take it easy for a bit.”

“Great” smiled Mark, as Derek got up tapped the doorway twice and left.

Mark shook his head, stared at the drawing for a couple of seconds, turned of the computer monitor, grabbed his jacket and helmet and left. “Night all!” he said as he walked toward the lift and out into the late summer sunshine.


The ride home helped Mark clear his head and blow out some cobwebs and by the time he got back to the flat he didn’t feel quite so depressed, just disappointed. Opening the flat door he instantly wondered it he had opened the wrong one.

“Hello!” smiled the button nosed, dark red bobbed girl wearing the blue velvet corset, skirt and very nice boots as she extended her hand.

“Hello.” stumbled Mark as he shook her hand, “I’m Mark”

“Julia.” replied the button nosed, dark red bobbed girl wearing the blue velvet corset, skirt and very very nice boots.

“Ah, you’ve met. Say why aren’t you working?” said Tim as he walked into the hall. Gesturing to Julia Tim continued “Mark here is a high flying architect, been working all hours. its only 8 on a Friday night so he must be slacking”

“No, the client pulled out, so all my late nights are down the pan.” said Tim.

“That sucks” said Kate as she came down the stairs covered from head to toe in white toweling.


“Why don’t you grab a shower, get changed and come out to a club with us?” asked Tim, “Can’t think of you being miserable here on your own all night.”

“I wouldn’t want to hold you up” replied Mark.

“Hold us up!” exclaimed Tim “What, with Kate taking an ice age to get ready. By the time we are ready to go, you will be washed, dressed, fed, had a couple of beers and spent 20mins tapping your finger on the armrest”

“Cheeky sod” exclaimed Kate “I do NOT take that long”

Mark smiled as he realised how much he had missed having fun and time with his friends and it was true, Kate always took forever to get out. He was also pretty interested in finding out who the button nosed, dark red bobbed girl wearing the blue velvet corset, skirt and very very nice boots girl called Julia was. “Ok” said Mark “give me 20” as he pushed past Kate and headed for the shower.

Tim had been wrong, it was a good 25mins drumming his fingers on the armrest before Kate appeared in what was a lovely pair of skin tight jeans, grey fitted t-shirt with a cardigan and brown calf boots. By then Mark had found out that Julia was a colleague of Tim’s and, for an accountant, lovely. Also, she was single and clearly this was not a date with Tim. But why had he never mentioned her before? Mark would often meet Tim in the pub and he’d have mates with him, but never Julia. Yet here they were all heading for a club. “I must have been working harder and for longer than I thought” considered Mark as they grabbed their coats and headed out the door.

As they walked along chatting away Mark said “So what club are we going to anyway?”

Everyone stopped, Julia blushed and Kate and Tim tried to stop looking at each other to stifle the giggles. Eventually Julia hesitantly said “The custard lounge”.

“What!” exclaimed Mark “That club you went to get messy last week. “Oh, forget it i’m off”

“It’s not a trap Mark” giggled Kate, “ we were going there anyway. Come on it’ll be a laugh and lets be honest you need one.”

“But this is my good shirt” said Mark “I really don’t think I like the idea of getting messy. You guys go on i’ll see you later”.

“Please don’t” said Julia as she touched Mark’s arm. “Its a cool club, good dj and you don’t need to get messy if you don’t want to. You can stay as clean as you like. Besides aren’t you the least bit curious?” Julia smiled a little and Mark had to admit that he was a little curious, if he could stay clean then what was the harm and he could always laugh at Kate and Tim. Definitely no chance of them staying clean he though.

“Ok, but any messy stuff that comes my way and i’m out of there” responded Mark.

“Good” the other three said in unison. “Now come on then” said Tim and they started walking again.

Mark was fairly quiet for the remaining 5 minutes to the club. he couldn’t quite figure out what to expect. When he had interrogated Kate in the kitchen over the syrup stains in the hall carpet he had been a little shocked at the story. Tim, well he was always a little wild and experimental, but Kate had always been, well not prim, but fairly conventional. The way she described her last visit showed that she had enjoyed it and was clearly keen on going back. But more shocking was the way Mark had felt as Kate and Tim had told him what happened. He had found himself becoming slightly aroused and had begun to wonder what it would feel like to have syrup poured down his jeans with his cock squelching around in them. Tim had clearly loved it. Not only that but with other people watching him do it and perhaps wanting it themselves or give him a hand. He wasn’t really sure, but if someone offered to buy him a messy thing from this, what was it called, splosh bar, would he say yes or no? He shivered slightly in the heat as they approached the custard lounge.

Tim held the door open and they all went inside, Mark slightly hesitantly. In front of them was a long table. On the left half of the table were lots of 60’s psychedelic looking pin badges colored black and white. Each said “These are my bestest clothes and I don’t want to get them dirty”. The other half of the table had the same badges, but these were pink and yellow saying “I’m dirty and I want to get dirtier”. Tim and Kate quickly snatched a pink badge each and started to pin it onto their tops. Julia reached out her hand and picked up a black and white badge. Kate and Tim stopped in their tracks and looked at her.

“Don’t worry” smiled Julia wrinkling her nose and relishing her words as she turned to Mark, “I intend to get very messy tonight.”. “Here” she said as she handed the badge to Mark, “Put this on and think of it as an invisible plastic jacket. Nobody will try to get you messy when you are wearing it. But watch out where you sit, everywhere tends to get covered in something.” Julia had spoken more softly and lingered on Mark’s eyes as she picked up a yellow and pink badge and pinned it onto her top.

“Right lets go” said Tim who had just returned from the cloakroom. Quietly they opened the door and walking into the custard lounge.

Mark surveyed the scene as he entered. It all looked fairly normal. Along the wall were some diner style booths where people were sitting and drinking. The curved bar was along another wall leading off to some vinyl sofas in the corner. Above the bar was a drinks list, but next to it was the splosh price list. “Wow”, thought Mark, “pretty much anything you could want from syrup to slime”. Opposite the bar was a stage, but as Mark turned to look he started to notice odd things about some of the other people. A beautiful blonde girl with bright blue eyes walked past wearing a black dress. As she smiled at Mark, he noticed that her hair was covered in translucent green slime which had clearly been poured over her head and had run down over parts of her dress causing them to shine and the lights and stick to her. Some drips had even made it onto her legs contrasting with black leather wedge shoes she was wearing. Mark noticed he was becoming red and looked away, only to start staring at a guy’s trousers. Staring at men’s crotches was not a common event for Mark, but this guy had clearly had something poured down his pants judging by the massive stain through his Jeans and down his legs. Practically the whole front of his jeans were shinny and slick with some form of goo. But he seemed happy enough and as he walked past said “It’s eggs if you want to know, they feel great. Every now and then a yolk bursts and its like a mini version of having them all poured down.”

“Thanks” said Mark going even redder.

The other three laughed. “Come on then what are you guys drinking. Kate, grab that booth over there. I think Mark needs a sit down to recover.” said Tim.

As Tim went off to get some drinks, the other three settled in the booth.

“I’m jealous of that guy” said Kate, “eggs in my pants sounds amazing”
“mmm” agreed Julia smiling.
“Mark are you ok?” asked Kate, “earth to Mark!”. Julia nudged Kate and indicated to the stage and they both giggled. Mark was engrossed in the cabaret show on stage. By the time Tim returned and put down the drinks Julia and Kate were also enjoying the show.

A beautiful woman in a blue gingham checked dress was apparently tending her garden of very large and colorful flowers. There was nothing out of the ordinary except every time she moved near a flower it shot a stream of thick multicolored slime at her seemingly waiting until it could hit her in the most undignified way possible. The slime was so strong that it shot off of the stage and a couple of meters into the dance floor. The most noticeable thing was the small group of people who were deliberately standing in front of the stage and getting splattered in the process. Mark watched a guy with his arms round his girlfriend. The mock shrieked and turned away laughing every time a shot of slime headed towards them. They were already splattered with small droplets of almost every colour of the rainbow over their clothes, faces and hair. But that was nothing to the gardening woman when her skit was finished. Her dress was plastered to her body, slime ran down her legs and over her shoes. Her hair was plastered onto her head and she was beaming from ear to ear as the audience applauded. As she left the stage Kate turned to Mark.

“Well what did you think?” asked Kate.

“I’m confused, I get that it is silly but I still don’t get it. Anyway, you talked about people filling their jeans with syrup and I don’t see that much mess?” replied Mark, wondering where this rapidly obvious syrup fascination was comming from.

“No, nobody does that until the splosh bar opens, they only serve drinks now, but wait to midnight and you’ll see.” smirked Tim

“I can’t wait” said Julia jumping in her seat excitedly. “I think this is the best bit, the anticipation.”

“Why?” asked Mark reaching for his pint.

“Well every 15 minutes someone is picked to get a little messy. A sploshing appetizer. Someone comes over and pours a liter of something somewhere. But nobody know who, what or where until the time comes. Not everybody gets a jug so unless you do, you don’t get messy for hours, which is torture. If you do get a jug then you could have hours to wait until you get messier, which is also torture. You are usually craving more immediately but you have to survive on that one litre. So its, er, exciting thinking about being picked and where and what might happen” Julia smiled and took a drink to try to cool and hide her blushing cheeks.

“I’m not sure if I think its the best bit” responded Tim, “but its pretty damn close”.

“So what is the best bit then Tim?” asked Mark blushing.

“Honestly” said Tim as Kate went off to get some more drinks, “ I like the excuse just to be excessive. A little bit is good, but until you are pouring multiple jugs of goo, it really is just a starter.”

“hmm, Well I intend to be a sloppy, messy wreck by the end of tonight” smiled Julia beginning to care less about how much she blushed

“What was that?” said Kate returning with another round.

“I was just saying that I wanted to get really, really messy tonight.” replied Julia.

“Absolutely. Last week was fun, but I’m stepping it up a gear this week” said Kate as she Julia and Tim chinked glasses.

Mark was feeling more and more nervous yet more and more excited at the thought of his two best friends planning on covering themselves in disgusting messy gunge and food in the name of fun. It wasn’t just that they wanted to get messy, they were relishing in it. The conversation in Kitchen had clearly not been the entire truth. And what of Julia, he had only met her an hour or two ago, yet here she was talking about how gooey she wanted to get in what was lovely and possibly new outfit.

“We aren’t shocking you Mark?” asked Kate

“No, no” croaked Mark as he reached for his pint to wet his now dry throat.

“Is there anything you would particularly like to try then Kate? asked Tim.

“Hmm, i’d LOVE to try something in my boots. Do you remember Gemma last week? Well her boyfriend filled her boots with baked beans and then she put them back on. The noises sounded fantastic and she convinced me to give it a go. Hence these.” said Kate moving her legs to indicate the calf length boots on her legs.

“Oh there lovely. That sounds great, I really want to try some golden syrup in my panties.” blushed Julia, “After what Tim said it felt like..”

“He is totally right!”, exclaimed Kate “it feels fantastic and sticks around for a while”

Tim groaned, “Can we leave off the puns, please!”

“Anyone else want another drink, anyone?” said Mark standing up quite quickly.

The other three nodded and went back to messy conversations as Mark headed to the bar.

As the barman poured the drinks Mark was considering an exit move. But as he looked back over to the table and saw his friends clearly enjoying themselves he knew if he left they would only worry and might even come back with him and that wouldn’t be fair. “No” thought Mark, “I’ll just have to hang on until 12, I can always claim tiredness and leave then.” Turning back to the bar he started to peruse the drinks list above when a voice next to him spoke.

“Can’t decide” said the voice.

Mark turned to look only to see the gingham girl from earlier. She was still soaked in slime and Mark was sure she couldn’t be wearing anything underneath, but he thought it rude to look too hard. Anyway the upturned cake that rested on her head as a hat was much more interesting. The cream had begun to melt and was beginning to run down her face and neck, but she seemed not to be bothered. Mark was trying to think of what to say when you meet a slime covered girl with a cake as a hat when her boyfriend turned up.

“Hi” he said extending an arm to Mark”my name’s Brian”

“How is the custard?” asked the gingham cake hat woman.

“Lovely!” smiled Brian, “Feels fantastic between my toes”

“Brian got the first treat tonight. Half a litre of custard in each shoe.”

“When do you finish?” asked Brian.

“I just have one more thing to do. I’ll come find you.” responded the gingham cake hat woman.

Brian kissed her, smiled at Mark and squelched off emitting small spurts of yellow from his shoes as he walked.


“Here you are.” said the Barman, passing a jug of baked beans to the gingham cake hat woman.

“Thanks! You know,” she said to Mark pointing to his badge,”you should really consider taking that off. There are only two kinds of people that would wear that badge. People that don’t want to get messy and people who are a bit scared of what will happen if they try. The former don’t tend to even consider coming in the front door. The later tend to give it a go and wonder why they were missing out for so long. Until you have experienced the sensation of cool Jelly being dropped in your pants you haven’t lived. I’m told its much more fun for men.”

And with that she smiled, turned with the beans and left towards the stage.

“sorry about that” replied the barman, “ I had to do her beans first. Now what was it?”

“Two pints, a vodka and coke and a G&T” said Mark hiding the exasperation and tremble in his voice. Waiting for the drinks Mark peeked at the sploshing menu above the bar. You really could get anything, a jug of custard, beans, a large chocolate cake, slime, treacle, porridge. Mark was in no doubt now as to what his friends were planning to do to themselves later, but he now wasn’t so sure he wanted to leave before the bar opened. Maybe he would buy Julia, Kate and Tim a round at the splosh bar before leaving.He found his head going fuzzy at the thought and wondering what they would pick and where it would go. He thought Kate would probably want some beans in her boots and Tim, well he seemed to like that syrup in his pants, but what about Julie? Maybe some eggs down her corset or some slime on her head, maybe a treacle shampoo or a cake to sit on and squish under her skirt? Mark’s fuzzy daydream was only broken by the sound of a bell. As he came round the barman repeated “£6.80 please”. Mark paid for the drinks and began to be aware that his cock had become aroused as he slumbered. He blushed and decided to walk back very slowly in the hope it would subside from being so obvious when he rejoined the table.

On the way though he stopped. That bell hadn’t been the barman. The cake hat gingham woman was back on the stage waving the jug of beans to the audience and smiling broadly, the multicolored lights reflecting off her slimed body. She pointed out and started walking towards the booth with Tim, Kate and Julia. Mark swallowed hard, one of his friends was about to get messy and have beans poured somewhere. As he watched the cake hatted woman approach them he began to wonder who and where the beans would go. If it was Tim, well he’d love them down his pants dripping over his cock as it rapidly hardened. Kate would obviously love it in her boots so she could squish her toes around is the slimy red mess. But what about Julia? He looked at her cute button nose and butter wouldn’t melt expression. The way her pupils were dilated and her breathing slow but deep causing her breast to try to burst through her beautiful blue corset. And as the cake hatted gingham woman moved closer, her own eyes dilated and the pupils as big as her smile, it was clear that Julia was the target.

Kate jumped out of the seat and over to the other side next to Tim. Both of them were now staring intently at Julia who had become transfixed on the silver jug coming towards her. As the gingham caked lady approached she crinkled her nose and said

“Take, off, your, boots.”

Julia smiled, put her legs on the bench and pulled her skirt down a little so as not to reveal her panties. Carefully she unzipped each leg down and removed each boot, leaving them upright on the seat before sitting back round. The gingham caked lady picked up each boot in turn and started to pour half of the jug into each boot. Julia squirmed on the seat in anticipation of putting her boots back on and watching as some of the beans started to splat out, leaving little rivers of tomato sauce and splats of beans over the leather and onto the seat.. As everyone watched, Julia picked up the left boot, scrunched her nose and whilst trying to keep as much of the beans in eased her wriggling toes back in. Mark couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing or the expression of Julia when her foot settled. Somewhere between drunk and orgasmic was the only way he could think. After she had the zip up, which caused even more of the beans to splatter on the seat she went for the right boot. Kate who was almost intoxicated herself and not a little jealous, leaned over and said “I’m told if you do it fast, its even better”.

“Really” moaned Julia, too far gone to really care as she swung round putting one leg either size of the boot. Grabbing it in two hands she lined up her foot before quickly forcing it all the way into the boot. Squirts of beans and sauce shot up the front and back of her leg, with one clearing the gap between her leg and skirt and splatting on her white panties before soaking through to her bottom. Julia gulped as she zipped up the boot before smiling at the gingham cake girl. “Thank you” she said.

Swinging her legs back down with beans dripping and splatting on the seat, she used all her force to squish her feet down giggling at her silliness and dreaming of getting even messier. Kate and Tim who were not a little excited themselves were laughing at the noises Julia’s boots made as she wiggled around in them.

Mark started to head back, but had only taken a step when he realised that when watching Julia his cock had become rock hard and there was no immediate sign of subsidence. Holding drinks in the middle of an otherwise empty dance floor he felt exposed. There was no other option as he walked as quickly as possible back to the table. Well, as quickly as a man can with an erection!

As Mark reached the table he realised he had a dilemma. The only seat at the booth, the one next to Julia, was covered in beans and sauce. Kate was eyeing the seat and it was clear the slightest excuse she would love to sit there, a thought that only seamed to make Mark even harder. But he had a thought, one he hadn’t expected. He could just sit on the seat, pretend he hadn’t noticed the beans. There wasn’t really a lot and he wouldn’t get too messy, besides nobody would notice and the sight of Julia recieving her jug seemed to have made Mark curious. he hadn’t really understood that getting messy would be enjoyable, but Julia had obviously relished the experience. As he slowly took the last few steps towards the table his heart seemed to slow and time stretched. He put the drinks on the table and started to swivel towards the messy seat. “Ma-”, Kate started to say, but her voice fell away and she stared intently at him. Closer and closer Mark moved to the seat. “Oh my god, i’m really going to do this” he thought. His bottom impacted the mess with a very low volume squelch. For a second nothing happened, but then he started to feel the cold liquid come into contact with his butt cheeks as it soaked through first his jeans and then his pants.

“Mark” giggled Julia still intoxicated and happy with her sloppy boots, but summoning all the sternness she could, “you squished my beans. That was my job.”

This caused Tim and Kate to burst out laughing. “I’m quite annoyed” said Kate “Not only did I want beans in my boots but I wouldn’t have minded squishing the ones that were left with my bottom”.

“Aww”, replied Mark, “Maybe i’ll get you a jug later”, trying incredibly hard to avoid any sort of impression that he was at all enjoying the sauce that was seeping through his jeans.

“Oh” said Tim, “ have we gotten the good old Mark back, the one that has fun and isn’t a workaholic?”

“God, I hope so!” exclaimed Kate who was really beginning to miss squishing the beans when she had a chance “But I’m holding you to that jug of beans Mark, and i’m getting you to pour them. You might not want to get really messy but we do, so the least you can do is help.”

“I don’t know” smiled Julia “I think he might be persuaded to get a little messier later”

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed Mark began to relax a little more. The wet feeling in his pants had gone, but it was becoming clear that even if he didn’t try to get messy, the likelihood of remaining clean was unlikely. As more and more people had been selected for some gunge, seats, tables and the floor were all being covered in a thin layer of goo and when the Splosh bar opened it was only going to get worse. There were quite a few people now with very interesting stains. A girl in incredibly tight jeans was walking around clearly enjoying the cream cake that had been pushed down the back of her jeans. There wasn’t enough room to get it all in. Mark remembered the scene as so unlike Julia’s beany boots. The girl ended up on all fours on the floor in a fit of giggles as the cabaret girl, who was already dripping in custard and was definitely seeing the funny side tried to pull the jeans up and push the cake in at the same time. Eventually she gave up and smeared the remaining cake over the girl’s bottom.

The next one was more interesting as a guy had gotten a shampoo with golden syrup. Again Mark had found himself becoming aroused at the sight of this guy so clearly enjoying becoming a filthy mess in front of lots of people. His hair was glistening and a litre was far too much so most of the syrup had run over his shirt making it transparent in places and sticking to his chest. Mark just couldn’t help shaking the feeling at what that would feel like happening to him and in front of his friends. Were they getting the same turn on he wondered about getting messy in front of him?

“Right, another round then.” said Tim

“Can’t we slow down a bit? replied Mark

“There is only another half hour till the splosh bar opens, there is usually a bit of rush then so best to have drink before.” answered a still giggling Julia as she squished her boots.

“A whole half hour. I can’t wait that long.” moaned a rapidly fidgeting Kate. She looked at Julia with a wicked thought, smiled. Julia read her mind and smiled back.

“Tim” asked Kate trying to be sincere, “Julia and I were thinking that we need an antidote for all the alcohol, we don’t want to get dehydrated. Can you get us a big milkshake each?”

Tim shook his head and smiled: “Anything else?”

Julia shot him a wicked look and said “Tim, can you make sure it has extra cream and sauce on top?” accentuating her pronunciation to make sure Tim heard her. This elicited a little squeal from Kate and a huge smile.

Tim turned to Mark, “Pint?”

“Yes please” replied Mark. As Tim walked away Mark turned to the two now very happy girls. “You aren’t going to drink those are you?” he asked. Both Kate and Julia shook their heads in an almost perfect impression of scolded child with a very happy grin.

“You really are a Sherlock Mark.” responded Kate “We plan to pour them all over ourselves. We really aren’t supposed to do this sort of thing until 12. But its only a milkshake so they don’t really mind. I really can’t wait for another half hour”

“So where are you pouring it then?” asked Mark who, not for the first time, begin to feel his cock swelling.

“I thinking about what you said about having custard down your top Kate, so I might try that?” responded Julia.

“I’m not sure yet.” said Kate looking intently at a rapidly uncomfortable Mark before switching back to more regular conversational pose. “There are so many options. Not my boots, i’m saving those for the beans, and not my jeans.”

“Here you are ladies” interjected Tim as he pushed what could only be described as two hugh milkshakes towards Julia and Kate. Each was 8 inches tall with at least 2 inches of thick frothy cream on the top crowned in a criss cross of sticky syrup on the top. Julia and Kate stared at them with wanton lust before Kate picked the straw from hers and dropped it on the table.

“Won’t be needing that” she said before picking up the glass, wiggling on the seat so she sat properly upright and raising the glass above her head. As she smiled, she started to tilt the glass. At first nothing happened, but after a second a small pink trickle started to drizzle onto her golden blonde head. This caused her smile to widen as she started to tile the glass more causing a thicker stream of gooey pink milkshake to start splattering on her head. As the other three watched on intently, the cream started to move and suddenly plopped from the glass onto her head. Kate flinched but kept tilting the glass more as her hair became soaked in the pink creamy fluid. The more she tilted the further milkshake ran through her hair, down her back and river over her face dropping onto the cardigan and T-shirt leaving little dark patches in the grey fabric. As the last dripped dropped out Kate returned the glass to the table ran her hands over her hair causing the pool to gather and run down her back.

I needed that” she purred and stared at Julia in anticipation of the second act.

Julia smiled back. “That looked fantastic and i’m tempted but I still think i’ll pour it down my top” Slowly Julia picked up the glass and removed the straw. Mark was now rock hard in anticipation. Julia slowly moved the glass to her lips and licking some of the cream, before quickly upending the glass over her cleavage. The cream plopped and started to slide down between her breasts, but the milkshake splattered hard causing her breasts to shake. Most continued to flow down her corset, winding and snaking across her breast, before reappearing at the bottom and soaking into her skirt. The rest splattered at an angle forwards towards Tim and Kate, who held their hands up in mock indignation as they were splattered in droplets of the pink goo. As more of the milkshake worked its way through Julia’s rapidly soaking corset and skirt, it ran across and down her legs with one river making it as far as her still squish bean boots, the rest ran across her legs onto the seat and began to pool around her bottom, soaking through skirt and panties and onto her skin. She made a faint moan and rubbed her hands from her breast down to her waist feeling the remainder of the milkshake squish as she wiggled into the seat more.


Mark tried not to move as he watched Julia wiggling in her new found sloppy pool. He remembered how sitting on just a little sauce and beans had felt and was beginning to wonder what the milkshake felt like for Julia, how many times more was it than he felt?

“Well that’ll keep me going until its time to get properly messy!” exclaimed Kate as Julia continued to come down.

“I’ll drink to that.” said Tim

“Me to.” purred Julia as she wiggled in her beans and milk happiness, “I’m already planning my first treat to be a nice liter of syrup”

Mark found himself smiled at the though, though fortunately nobody saw as the lights went down for the last cabaret act. The entire club turned towards the stage. As Julia turned to see behind her, her corset pushed against Mark’s shirt. He quivered slightly as the dampness started to penetrate the back of his shirt.

Tim nudged Kate and indicated towards Mark which elicited a small giggle from them both.

“twenty quid says Mark will get himself messy by the end of the night” whispered Tim

“Nah,” replied Kate who was becoming more turned on as she slicked her drenched milky hair back. “Twenty quid says he’s going to get ridiculously, sloppily gunged and sploshed so that his jeans are bulging and he’s going to fucking love it!”.

“Deal” giggled Tim as he shook her hand.


It was hard to understand what the cabaret was about. A fairly athletic man in semi-transparent rubber jeans who was quite clearly not wearing anything underneath and a black rubber shirt was standing on one side of a shop counter. On the other stood a short brunette with skin tight black rubber tights and a tight strappy red rubber t-shirt. Behind the girl were what looked like a bank of tubes. Neither of the two performers spoke but simply performed and act. The girl took one of the hoses from the wall, stretched so far across the counter that her legs were in the air and pushed it into the man’s waist. She turned round and turned the dial on the wall. Thick creamy custard started to flow through the tube and down through the mans jeans, collecting around his cock but soon beginning to flow down his legs.

Mark turned to the others with a confused look who looked back at him with, “I don’t have a clue either mate, but i’m enjoying it” expression.

The man didn’t react to the custard flowing around his cock until it started flowing out the legs of the trousers through his toes and onto the floor. He started to gesticulate to the girl who turned off the nosel stopping the custard flowing. He seemed to be bothered that the mess wasn’t still in his pants and it became clear to Mark that this was some sort of mythical future where packaging had been banned so everyone had to buy their shopping in and carrying in their pants. “I’m in a nut house” he thought as he felt the wet spot on his soaked back intensify and Julia whisper in his ear:

“That looks nuts, if you ask me but they always make these a little naughtier as the night gets on”.


The girl was clearly trying to pacify the man who seemed like he though the custard was too runny to stay in. She smiled held her finger up and cocked her head to the side as if she had an idea. She picked up the tube and pushed it down her pants. Turning the dial the custard flowed along the tube and a bulge started to appear in the front of her tights. She turned off the dial and waddled around the counter to show that the custard hadn’t leaked. The man pulled the front of her pants forward slightly, dipped a finger in and tasted the custard. He looked perplexed and gestured that he wanted something else. The girl waddled back around the counter, grabbed the tube and leaned over to push the tube back in, but the bulge in her trousers caught her and spurt of custard shot out over her top. She looked a little perplexed but continued to push the beans into the mans trousers. Turning the dial, again the beans began to drip out over his cock, splattering the inside of his jeans and again running to the floor. Again there was a comotion and the girl wiggled, this time pushing the tube down her top. Turning on the machine her top bulged with the beans. This seemed to satisfy the man who realised he had the wrong trousers on to holds the sticky goo he wanted. He walked around the counter and hugger the girl, causing the beans to splat out in all directions. The girl, who was looking a little excited now, gave the man a pitcher of water who purred it down his trousers causing a small moan as his cock and balls were washed clean and the latex stuck to him, showing a clearly hardening cock.

Mark could hear Julia’s breathing intensify on his neck, or was that his own? It was becoming hard to tell.

The girl reached down and pulled out some leather thigh straps that she put around the man’s thighs tightening them up. The she pushed the hose down his pants again and filled them with some beans, before adding custard, cream and chocolate sauce. In the end the upper part of his trousers was swilling in a sticky goo with occasional glimpses of an obviously erect cock rubbing against the rubber. Both the girl and the man looked a little flushed and the girl directed the man to an inflatable chair. As he squelched down, the expression on his face was unmistakable. The girl moved and slide over the counter. Grabbing the tube she pushed it into her pants and another into her top. As custard and chocolate sauce flowed in and around her rubber she writhed pushing her fingers into her trousers and rubbing her pussy hard. As she moaned, the gungey slop overflowwed her clothes and poured to the floor. Some of the audience hurriedly ran to sit in the mess as it drizzled over the stage and onto the dance floor. A girl in a sparkling white dress looked dewy eyes as she squelched her bottom around in a little puddle of chocolate. Another man in tight white denim was scooping up handfuls of custard from the stage and dropping it down his own pants. The man in the transparent jeans had unzipped and was stroking he long hard shaft between his fingers with custard and beans acting as a lubricant and spilling over his jeans onto the chair he said. As the moaning of the two artists grew, they locked eyes and rubbed faster and faster and squelching more and more until with a last grunt they came together. The man shooting his cum across the stage. There was a few seconds silence whilst everyone caught their breath before the audience applauded. The performers stood up, held hands and took a bow. The man now with a rapidly receding erection spoke loudly: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the splosh bar is open.”

“Well” blushed Kate, “Time to look as filthy as we feel after that then?”

“Absolutely”, replied Tim, “I’m gagging for some slop in my pants now”

“I might try to hold off for a while” responded Julia who’s breasts were still beating against her soaked corset. “Let the though of gooey filled panties fester for a while”

“I need some air, replied Mark getting up so quickly he bumped his hard erection on the table causing an involuntary moan as he walked quickly towards the door and outside.

The other laughed. “He’ll be back” giggled Kate, “He’s hooked, he just hasn’t realised it yet.”

“Yeah, I think my twenty quids gone” replied Tim.

“Well, you can make it up to me in some nice gungey slop. So what will we start with Custard, Cake, Slime or Beans?” moaned Kate

“I guess you are having some beans and I have a though about some black treacle. What gloriously messy thing would you like to get wrecked with then Julia?” asked Tim finding that any inhibitions he might of had were gone.

“Hmm, what did you say” squished Julia who had been staring at both the bulge in Mark’s trousers and his bean slicked bottom as he had hurried for the door.

[smittybill53]

I'm starting to wish there was a place like that around for real.

Keep it up

[alext]

You and me both smitty!

Keep it up kurlt, I'm really looking forward to part 2!

[gungelover]

I would love if someoe set up a place like that to go to. love to see more

[PleasePieMeMistress]

Me Three! Sounds like a great place to me.