Anne’s initiation to WSM
As usual, when I go for an audition, I got all glammed up. I wore a sheer, glitzy top and matching skirt which would ‘accidentally’ ride up to teasingly show my stocking tops.
The way it usually goes is that the casting guy tells me what the film’s plot will be and my part in it – almost always depraved sex… if I’m lucky maybe I’ll be gangbanged!
Then he mentally undresses me, has a quick, clumsy grope and promises to let me know.
This time it was different… very different.
I had heard a bit about sploshing before but had never really understood what happens.
People throw food at each other… custard pies in the face… why?
This was to be a sploshing film and I was assured that the action would lead to crazy sex. The casting guy was very pleasant and began to talk me through the plot. It sounded a bit weird to me so he offered to explain sploshing by demonstrating what would happen.
He wanted me to smear some jam onto his shirt – OK… I’ll try anything for a laugh.
‘Don’t be mean with it; put more on – perhaps on my trousers?’. I tentatively smeared a bit more on. ‘That’s no good’ he said; ‘this is what I had in mind’.
He seized a generous handful of the sticky jam and spread it onto my chest – splat!
Naturally, I was not best pleased. ‘Look what you’ve done to my clothes!
‘Don’t worry about your clothes’ he said ‘you should be more worried about your hair!’.
Before I could ask why, he smashed eggs onto my head and my lovely blond hair.
OK. So, this is what it’s about. I retaliated with eggs over his head. He applied a load more jam to my chest – he had a fascination with my chest.
Next, was Golden Syrup – again over my hair… it slowly trickled everywhere, mostly down my clothes and down my legs into my shoes. I couldn’t believe he did that to me.
I decided to respond so I poured syrup over his head – ‘Now you’re getting the idea’.
My bum was next to be the focus of his attention and he turned me round, pulled up my skirt and covered my arse with a load of baked beans. ‘This is sploshing’ he explained.
I found some custard and poured it over him – I was starting to appreciate sploshing.
I just wished that I hadn’t ‘glammed up’.
More beans… this time rubbed over my panties; then, deep inside. He was getting mischievous and I was actually liking it.
The syrup had made my clothes look appealingly glossy. We hugged playfully, my sticky body pressed against his.
He poured custard down my legs, into my shoes and all over my face.
Bizarrely I was really enjoying this.
I thought I couldn’t be messier – I was so wrong.
I said he was fascinated by my chest – now he pulled my top up so he could concentrate on fondling my ample breasts, first with custard, then with more sticky syrup – I was beginning to get aroused. His long, gentle fingers sneaked inside my bra several times.
Then he pulled my skirt right up – I wondered why… I soon found out…
Great handfuls of syrup and then custard went deep inside my already overflowing panties and he made sure that his probing fingers pushed some of it into my dripping clit.
He was very thorough. I was ecstatic and even more aroused.
Guys have explored in my panties before but never like this! In fact, I orgasmed!
This is fun and sexy. If this is sploshing then bring it on… but why isn’t he very messy yet?
More custard on my boobs but this time he exposed my breasts and he eagerly spread the warm custard all over my bare flesh and onto my hardening nipples.
He quickly followed this up with his tongue, enthusiastically lapping up the custard off my firm breasts and playfully licking my erect nipples.
I’m loving this – WOW! I’ve never felt this way before… and all down to sploshing!
He poured more sticky Golden Syrup all over my hair and face.
I was smothered with it.
My entire body gleamed with syrup. It went everywhere… I mean everywhere!
Syrup slowly flowed down my body, down my glossy stockings and into my smart black shoes. He got some too, all over his shirt and down his trousers.
He added more custard to the syrup in my shoes.
I wiggled my toes. This was remarkably exciting.
Sploshing was having an incredible effect on me – I was so turned on and I was determined that he should share the messy experience.
I tore his shirt open and seductively rubbed my sticky body against his. Then I pulled his trousers down and knelt to cop a good feel of his cock through his briefs. He was clearly excited and while I was having a good grope he poured more custard over me.
Custard…everywhere… some over my head but most of it onto my crotch. Oooh!
I don’t think I have ever been so horny. Then came chocolate sauce – I was in heaven.
He squirted chocolate over my hair, my face, my bare breasts and hard nipples, into my panties, onto my thighs, down my stockinged legs and into my already trashed shoes.
Not just a bottle of chocolate sauce… several bottles of chocolate sauce… litres of it… unbelievable! I was completely covered in it… awesome!
Chocolate went everywhere and so did his eager fondling hands.
My hand settled on his briefs and I felt his cock stiffen. It was time to get busy.
I sat in the custard and chocolate that had pooled on the floor and slid towards him.
My target? The interesting bulge in his briefs.
I yanked down his briefs and my skilful sucking and licking began. His rampant cock was so big and so creamy – I was delighted and fondled it for a while. I knew how to make it even bigger.
I am brilliant at cock-sucking ( modest too ! ) and I knew that he was enjoying my expert talents.
I took my time licking sucking fondling tickling his balls more sucking…
He poured custard onto his cock and I enthusiastically licked and sucked it all up.
While I was pleasuring him he poured custard over my hair and it streamed down my face – I couldn’t see but I didn’t need to as I grasped his stiff rod and carried on sucking it.
He poured syrup onto his cock and I sucked and licked that off too.
Then it was chocolate sauce – delicious, chocolate cock. I took it deep into my mouth.
Bringing me to my feet he swiftly removed my panties and, after smearing generous handfuls of chocolate sauce all over, and deep into, my aching pussy, he knelt to lick the sauce out of my clit – needless to say I orgasmed; not for the first time.
Whilst he concentrated on delighting me I was drenching him with creamy custard and chocolate which flowed down his face onto his probing tongue and, of course, into my overflowing pussy. His tonguing was proficient and relentless… wow!
After a very long time spent licking me out, he resumed concentrating on my breasts as my nipples were now rock-hard. I orgasmed yet again… probably because his other hand was exploring up my ruined skirt, once again expertly teasing my dripping clit.
I had no idea that sploshing would be so arousing and so very sensual.
Food was not being thrown at each other but gently smeared, and our sticky hands explored each other’s bodies leading to the most wonderful multiple orgasms – wow!
He licked my breasts and probed my clit and I licked his knob and caressed his balls.
I glanced at his twitching, rampant, glistening cock – he obviously wanted to fuck me.
I absolutely wanted him to fuck me…
We grinned and we both knew precisely what we had to do – we fucked.
He comprehensively shafted me doggy fashion and I whimpered with satisfaction. Deep and lengthy shafting, what could be better.
He kept pumping and I kept groaning with pleasure. Supreme messy sex!
I made him sit and I mounted him to gratify him and, of course, to satisfy myself.
I bounced, energetically, on his stiff rod whilst he keenly massaged my syrupy breasts.
He adored my chocolate and custard covered creamy breasts. The creamier the better – his hands kept massaging them. Another spontaneous orgasm!
This was intense, hectic sex and all because of sploshing – what a wonderful fetish.
Back on the floor he thrust his rigid cock fully inside me again and, at the same time, was pouring custard over my arse, most of which was pumped into my clit along with his long, slippery cock. More warm custard and more pumping – I didn’t want this to stop!
We were both completely covered with eggs, custard, syrup and chocolate. Loads of it had made its way into my clit including baked beans and his length was deep inside me.
Each time he pounded me some squirted out – he continued pounding me and pouring even more custard onto his cock and, of course, into me! Absolutely incredible!
Squelchy sex and yet another colossal orgasm – it was spectacular, fantastic sex!
He was awesome. (Afterwards, he said that I was quite good too! Bloody cheek!)
I told him that I was now well into sploshing and that I definitely wanted to be in whatever depraved film WSM was planning. Sploshing was for me and I wanted more.
Copious sploshing leading to wild debauchery, uninhibited messy food sex and multiple shaftings would be terrific – I certainly wanted to be in that film.
When we had calmed down a bit he said that WSM films always finished with a huge cherry pie in the face… my face! By now I was up for anything so I readily agreed to it.
SPLAT! A face full of sticky cherries! Bizarrely, this caused me to orgasm yet again!
He enthusiastically spread the remains of the cherry pie over my heaving breasts – I had never been so sticky.
Sploshing? All I can say is best fetish ever!
Did I get a part in the next WSM film? That’s another story!