Authors note: This series is s fictional story based on first hand accounts and interviews. Names have been changed and details altered to protect identities. Many thanks to members of the WAM community for helping me to research this series.

This is the prologue to the iSlime series of books and being distributed for free.

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I'm a fairly normal woman. A decent education, a decent job, and some great friends. I'm quite forward and adventurous, and occasionally that can get me into a little trouble. You know the sort of thing: Gate crashing the odd swanky party, waking up in a hotel in France wondering why I'm wearing odd shoes, and on one particularly memorable occasion, entering a wet T-shirt contest on a bet. This time though, I found myself sitting on a chair covered from hair to shoe In vanilla and strawberry custard.

This is the story of how I ended up there, and it started with a conversation. I was sitting on my friend Ryan's couch with him while I waited for my girlfriends to stop by and grab me for our weekly girls drinks night. It had become a habit to stop by Ryan's and have a glass of wine before heading out every Wednesday.

Ryan wasn't my boyfriend, but we had become good friends over the past six months and hung out to the point we got mistaken for a couple. That suited us most of the time just fine. We had both come from relationships that ended in catastrophe and were enjoying an emotional time out.

That evening, we were talking about fetish videos while half watching a football game on TV. Specifically, we were talking about the fetish based videos he made for his business. He was already running his business when we had became friends, but now I was getting quite curious about it. How could you not?

So, there's not much full nudity or actual sex in your videos? I had asked.

No, think of it as it as more like foreplay. There's stronger stuff out there, but I don't want to make outright porn, he paused for thought before carrying on: The aim is to make something a guy can show his girlfriend to explain what he likes and not frighten her off. Also, I don't want to get bored of seeing a naked women.

That seemed fair enough. I had watched a few of his videos before and already asked some questions, but when your friend is a fetish producer specializing in videos of girls having dessert food, or the slime you see being dumped over TV gameshow contestants when they lose, poured over them, well, there's going to be more questions popping up.

Ryan had started his business making videos around the same time I moved into town. We met through mutual friends and built a friendship based around old movies, wine and and a deep love of avoiding idiots. Romance was never on the cards even although there was some sexual tension, but sex would be the end of something we were really enjoying. That whole friends with benefits thing is bullshit as far as I can tell. At some point, people start having sex and sooner or later one wants something more emotional and the friendship is done.

That didn't stop us flirting and winding each other up though. But pouring an entire glass of water over a tight white T-Shirt and asking him if I should enter another wet T-shirt competition was softball compared with what's going to unfold here.

I didn't exactly get this fetish but it looked like fun. Ryan didn't keep his business a big secret. He had already pointed out it was just too much hassle, which is fair enough really. Particularly when I found how much he paid the models. The feminist in me had started to wonder which sex was actually being exploited here.

Right now though, I was trying to work out the kink. I knew it was known here in the UK as 'sploshing' and in the global fetish landscape as Wet And Messy, but that was about it. Not that I was, or still am, an expert on fetishes. Hence earlier that day I asked to see some videos, and now I had some more thoughts: It's giving yourself to the moment I guess? Kind of like letting a guy tie you up. You're handing over control but in this case, being truly humiliated in a very fun way. The whole goo over the body looks quite sensual as well. Some of the girls look amazing with that slime covering them, I said.

He nodded and added: Sure, the humiliation is a big aspect but, to my mind, a woman confident enough to put herself in the position and consent to surrender her dignity like that knows exactly who she is. It takes real confidence.

I thought for a moment. Some of the girls in the video had played a bit of a weak-victim role. He was right though, some were taking it as a challenge.

Consensual humiliation then, I stated more than asked.

Yep. Otherwise it would be assault, and that is not sexy.

The money was great, I knew that. I know I'm kind of hot because, well, as egotistical as it sounds it's hard to miss it in a world full of men. Also, I used to swim competitively and kept up my health regimen so my body is in great shape. I have bigger boobs than I'd wanted for swimming, but now I was rather pleased with them. My family is eastern European so I've ended up with pale skin, blonde hair and bright blue eyes as a result. My mouth is a little wide though and I keep my hair the length of my face because I still don't want to deal with long hair. When I want male attention though, I can scrub up quite nice.

Hmmmm, I said thinking aloud, I would love to get paid to do it, and I'm sure your guys would love me covered in slime

Ryan put on a professorial voice to interrupt me: In my professional opinion, yes.
But I have a career and this being public and getting to my employees would not be ideal.

Yes, and yes, he said.There was a pause as I took a sip of wine then looked right at him with a smile while thinking: 'Fuck it. Why not?'.

I want to do it though. Sometime, I said out loud.

Ryan was usually not caught short for words but he stumbled and I forgave his cheesy reply.

Well, I've always got spare slime and custard, and I've always got time for you.
Hmmmm I was still smiling.

A penalty was given in the game on TV and we both turned our attention to it. After the action, the silence between us stretched out but not uncomfortably. I was thinking and he wasn't going to push me even though I knew he'd enjoy me committing to getting messy. This was going to be fun and I was getting a little excited at taking part and being the object of a fetishistic desire. I wasn't sure why the idea of being humiliated was warming me up, but it was.

Ok, I said. I'll definitely do it. You need to catch me out though. Make it a moment I don't see coming. Make sure you absolutely nail me. I want the humiliation, a lot of gunge, and I want it to be like one of your videos.

Those are big words lady. You know how I think are you sure you want this?
I want a big moment. I want to be done in whatever clothes I'm wearing at the time. What you do with that moment in your head afterward is all yours. I delivered that last sentence with a big suggestive grin and kept it as I said: I want you to remember it as long as I do.

He grinned at me before sitting back to think. I know he likes a challenge, and telling someone to catch you out is definitely that. He was still deep in thought looking at the game, but not actually watching it, when the doorbell rang.

It was my friends, Alex and Katie. They shared a flat on the next street behind mine. They had met Ryan a couple of times and he seemed to like them. They were wary at first because I had told them what he did before they met him. When they realized he was normal and not a creep but actually a solid friend to me, they just started teasing him - and that's an act of friendship as far as Ryan's concerned.

Katie and Alex were like a double act that thought at the speed of light, and he was pretty sharp himself. At some point I was sure everyone would bond fully. Tonight they just came in for a quick glass of wine before going to drink more at a bar.

Are you a millionaire from your messy girls yet? Alex asked Ryan.

If I was a millionaire you wouldn't be drinking from a 10 quid bottle of wine right now, he said, wrinkling his nose as if his wine was garbage.

And these wine glasses would match, pointed out Katie.

I would own the bar your going to, suggested Ryan.

Which one? asked Alex.

"All of them of course. Except that pretentious one you like with just numerals for a name.

You could change the name, pointed out Katie.

I could, maybe to XXX and install a pole.

What about XXL and install a really strong pole? asked Alex.

They carried on for a while, and when the joking was exhausted I hugged Ryan and went to get a little drunk with the girls.


Part 2:
Nothing was said about our conversation for weeks. I was expecting an attempt to catch me out almost every time I went to Ryan's house. His place was quite big and he lived alone and there was a room at the back which would have been a big dining room if he didn't use it as a studio. I suspected we would go for a few beers one Saturday and when we got back, I would find myself in the room dripping with whatever he chose for me.

That idea was sticking around my head and I daydreamed a few times about what it would be like to be humiliated like that. I trusted him not to go too far, but I wanted him to be turned on by it. He did it for a living and I had met a few of his models so I also wanted to rank with them. I had actually met a few, and they loved working with him, which was apparently a rarity in their industry. I was nervous about being gunged, but looking forward to the experience. I knew I was going to be at least a little turned on and humiliated at the same time. Life can be strange, this seemed like an opportunity to embrace that.

It didn't happen the first Saturday. Or the Saturday after. Or the one after that. In fact, it didn't happen any Saturday. I was so convinced that was how it would happen, that when my time came, I didn't see it coming until the last moment.

It happened round five weeks later. Alex and Katie wanted to go to one of the fancy bars on our Wednesday drinks night. That meant dressing up a bit for them and, although I avoid it most of the time, I was actually in the mood as well. When I got to Ryan's I was wearing black high heels that took me to a little over six foot tall, a black pencil skirt and a white sleeveless blouse with a black bra underneath. Straight laced, but a little sexy. Just like me.

I wasn't sure about the 5-inch high heels, so I stuck a pair of 3-inch shoes in my bag just in case I changed my mind. When I got to Ryan's I asked his advice.

Now you're taller than me, you should enjoy it, he said.

I left the shoes behind and told him I would pick them up on the way home. He seemed unusually happy that I would stop by again. That should have been my clue something was up.

The girls arrived looking great as well. Katie has red hair and likes to wear a strong blue to contrast. She has big boobs, and was wearing a short dress but, unlike Alex, not showing off her cleavage for once. Alex was wearing a black strappy knee length dress. Alex has long black hair and the brightest of green eyes. She's fairly pale and blames it all on Irish grandparents. I told the girls to remind me to pick up my other shoes on the way home.

It was getting colder at night so we all wore coats and when we got to the bar we took them off. One guy got kicked by his, presumably, girlfriend for staring at Alex's cleavage. I didn't mind that blokes were mainly looking at the other two as I was here to have fun and not to snag a man. We had a couple of glasses of wine and talked huge amounts of nonsense for a couple of hours before walking home.
We got to Ryan's not far after 9pm and Alex rang the doorbell. Ryan let us in and took our coats and put them on the second sofa. Alex demanded wine and Ryan told her to go choose a bottle.

You go Sara, you're the one with taste, said Alex.

I walked down the hall to the kitchen with Alex following. The house layout was a little odd with the kitchen backing onto what would have been the dining room. I saw the door was open to the back room and glanced in. I could see a nice new and expensive looking garden chair sitting in the middle. It had a table either side with cartons of custard and some buckets behind them. The cartons looked like they were cut open.
I paused and called: Ryan, why are you set up for a sh

A penny started teetering on the edge of my mind. My stomach had tightened a little, and a blush started to go through my body.

I turned round to see Alex watching me. She was grinning. I also saw Katie come into the kitchen with Ryan behind her. They were grinning as well. Then penny stopped teetering on the edge, and dropped. My mouth dropped open as well.

Oh no you bastard! I cried.

It's all for you, just as you ordered, Ryan told me with a smug grin on his face.
I took a deep breath and looked down at my clothes and shoes. At least I looked good. I looked up again.

"You both know about this then? I asked, still reeling.

Yep! said Alex enthusiastically, We're going to be the ones to nail you and put on a show of you for custard mans entertainment.

I stared at Ryan with mock anger: "I can't believe you roped my friends into this!"
It was mock anger because it meant things couldn't go too far with us. Our friendship would definitely survive this.

Well, you wanted to be caught out, and being gunged by your friends is definitely a surprise, judging by your face, he told me.

It wasn't just a surprise. It was a full shock. It was going to be intense having three people see me get what I asked for. Well, I did ask for it to be like one of the messy videos. They tended to have a least on girl dishing it out.

Katie was already in the back room staring at the custard cartons and looking in the buckets.

She had no idea and all of this is going over her head? she asked.

I turned back to Ryan, but a smile was cracking away at my exaggerated pout.

"Katie," he said looking over my shoulder into the next room, Her exact words were: 'Make sure you absolutely nail me. I want the humiliation and I want it to be hot for you', and watching two hot girls nail their hot friend ticks all the boxes."

Oh, this going to be hot all right, said Alex, now peering into the room as she spoke: "She's wearing a white blouse that I can already see her bra through."

Ryan asked with a gently mocking smile: Are you going to back out? Nobody would think less of you and I doubt Alex or Katie will offer to take your place. It's going to be pretty humiliating having two of your best friends dumping gunge all over you."

You bastard, I said. This was happening. I was nervous and excited. But I was not about to give any of that away.

You know I'm going to do it, I confirmed.

Yes, I do, He said evenly, that smile still gently mocking me.

I don't have any spare clothes, I pointed out.

His smile cracked into a grin as he told me, No, you don't. I'll wash them for you though.

You had better enjoy this, I replied evenly.

Oh, I already am. Your face is priceless and there's a chair in there just for you. You should go sit in it as your friends have been promised some fun at your expense.
I took a deep breath, looked at Alex and went to say something but stopped. Words had left me for a moment.

She winked, then turned and walked into the room. I followed and Ryan entered behind me and shut the door. Katie was poking her finger in a bucket of custard, then she held it up. She looked at Alex and declared: This is very yellow and slimy.

Yellow would go well in your red hair darling, Alex replied.

Katie pointed a custard coated slimy finger at me. The blonde is getting it. If anything comes near me I will not be happy. Don't forget yellow would stand out on your black hair even more darling.

I was standing and staring around at all the custard. There were buckets of custard. Buckets! My gaze then went to Ryan. I put my hand on my hips and asked: Can I at least take my shoes off?

Nope," he replied, " But If they get destroyed, I'll buy you a new pair.

I glanced at the camera sitting on a tripod by the door.

If you're going to video this, it had better not go on the internet.

I wasn't planning to, but if you want it captured for posterity then there's a brand new memory card in there and I'll hand it straight over to you afterward.

The idea of this being filmed made me start to breath a little deeper. I was definitely getting to the point of turned on now.

Oh, I think you should have a copy, I said.

He pointed at the chair and told me: I think you should take to your seat then Sara.
I sat down on the chair slowly, then took my time crossing my legs as well. Once I was seated, I rested my wrists and elbows on the arms of the chair. I wanted to milk this, have him watch me looking good and submitting to the experience.

You're so pretty it's almost a shame to do this, said Alex as she moved to my left side.

Almost, but not quite! Said Katie gleefully and going to my right, I'm going to enjoy destroying her!

Ryan grabbed the camera and set the frame. This wasn't going to be a professional production, just a keepsake. He obviously wanted to enjoy the show. Once he was ready, he reminded the girls to take their time and that I wanted a moment and should get a nice, long and very messy moment.

Then he leaned up against the wall.

Oh, God I can't believe I'm doing this. You had better fucking enjoy it. I told him.
I kept my gaze fixed on Ryan, and did my best impression of a disapproving teacher waiting for a response. He just grinned until I broke the moment to look left, then right at the girls. Alex had already picked up a carton of custard and told Katie: I think we should start small and work our way up.

Yup, said Katie, Oh, this one is strawberry, and it's pink! I think this should be first over her blonde hair. For some contrast.

From my left Alex said: Keep your head up Sara. Then she leaned over and put her right index finger under my chin so I wouldn't be inclined to look down. I looked right at Ryan as Katie slowly poured the pink custard over the top of my head. Alex took her finger away, and my mouth opened as I felt the custard rolling down both sides of my hair.

'Oh my god, this is happening' I thought.

It smelled sweet and it felt heavy dripping down my hair before it reached my shoulders. I said nothing though.

As Katie ran out of custard from the carton, she stepped back to admire her work. I moved my eyes to look at Alex and raised my eyebrows. She put her index finger under my chin again, but this time used a little pressure to tilt my face up slightly. Ryan must have told her what to do, and I knew what was coming. I wriggled a little in my seat in anticipation.

I love you to bits, but this is going to be crazy satisfying, Alex said.

She kept her finger under my chin so I couldn't tilt my face down and avoid it. Then, with her other hand, started pouring it over the front of my hair before moving the flow forward. I could feel it rolling down my forehead then start glooping down my face. I left it as long as I could before taking a breath and closing my eyes so the warm custard could coat my face completely.

Just before it reached the bottom of my chin, Alex took her finger away and I just held myself completely still. My face perfectly coated in custard. I could feel it dripping off my chin and down the front of my blouse. I felt both ridiculous and sexy at the same time.

I held still as long as I could before bringing my hands up to clear my eyes. When I could see again, I looked at Ryan to ask: How was that?

You look amazing, he said. It sounded as much a statement of fact as I've hear him make. There was also a nice bulge in his jeans. Thankfully, the others didn't seem to notice.

Now we need to completely nail her, said Alex.

I shifted in my seat and made sure I was still sat up straight and I crossed my legs the other way for effect before taking another deep breath and saying: I can't believe I'm saying this, but do your worst girls. I asked for this.

On Katie's count of three, they both unloaded their custard over my head, coating my hair completely in pink and yellow. Alex made sure it became another full custard facial.
Katie was starting to really enjoy herself, and from under the custard I heard her say: Is it OK to splash the walls?

As I cleared my eyes I heard Ryan say, Yup. Whatever you do will be cleaned up, just keep it aimed towards the back of the room.

I could hear the custard dripping onto the floor from my arms, legs and the chair. My blouse was pasted to my body. The custard was streaking down my black skirt.
Alex already had another carton ready, and while Katie was arming herself with more, she poured it from the top of my arm all the way to my hand. My hand was palm down on the arm of the chair again, and Alex made sure my light red painted nails were coated with yellow custard.

Oh. My. God, I said under my breath. Louder, I said Wine next week is on you two.

Katie had moved around to the front with Ryan, and brought cartons of custard with her.

Well, I guess that's only fair, as tonight the desert is on you Stand back Alex, this is going to splatter!

Alex moved back and grinned. I stared at Katie and told her: Give it to me.

Katie threw the contents of both cartons. I felt the arcs of gloop start at my ankle and then go all the way up to catch me in the face.

Bullseye! cried Katie.

I just sat there dripping with custard. The smell was sweet and dense. My face a yellow and pink mess.

Well, I said I would take it.

Alex stopped laughing, and it was clear she had something in mind. She grabbed a carton and moved closer to me again.

She flatly stated: Sara, your shoes are still clean.

I looked down at my extended leg and she was almost right. They had few splatters, but other than that they were unharmed. I looked back at her and said: Yes Alex. They are.

She leaned over and took the shoe off of my foot and held it out in front of me with one hand and a carton of custard in the other. My mouth opened as I realized what she had in mind.

Oh, that's just MEAN! I said.

Alex smiled away as she filled my shoe with thick, yellow, custard. Katie was audibly laughing and Ryan was clearly enjoying the show. Alex turned to Ryan and said: Hasn't she got pretty feet? She's only just had her toes painted as well.

I can't argue with that, he grinned, And that is pretty mean. I'm proud of you Alex.
I bet he was. He must have told her to do this. Maybe he gave them a class in how to best humiliate me.

Alex took my ankle in one hand and I pointed my toes as she slipped the shoe back on. The slippery goo uncomfortably pushed between my toes. As the custard oozed out the top I gripped the arms of the chair. I could feel a blush start to go up my body as they all stood back to admire their handywork. I was getting quite turned on, and Alex had just tipped me over the edge with her little extra humiliation stunt. The three of them standing their looking at me was just compounding it. They could have handed me a vibrator then left the room and I would have fucked myself silly right there.

I thought about sitting there, absolutely destroyed and 'Later,' I thought, 'Later I'm going remember this moment and in the privacy of my bed and make sure I push my face into the pillow so my upstairs neighbors can't hear me.

Ryan grabbed the camera off the tripod and flipped the viewing screen over so I could could see the closeup of the state my face was in.

Oh my god, I breathed. My face was coated.

Are you ready for more? He asked.

I took a moment to answer. I wasn't sure I could be any more turned on without showing it.

You don't think I've been humiliated enough? Look at the state of me! I said. But Katie was already grabbing a bucket of custard.

Maybe, Ryan said, grinning, I don't think your friends are done though.

Wait! said Alex to Katie. I've got two more cartons.

She then looked at me sternly, and told me: Stand up.

I stood up, a little uncertainly as the floor was slippery. My shoes were coated and I was stood in the puddle of yellow and pink gloop .

Turn around, Alex demanded.

I shuffled around so my back was facing everyone. I was getting an inkling of where this might be going, but my skirt was already covered and I didn't mind showing off a bit. I knew my legs looked good and my heels helped my backside. I hoped Ryan was noticing that.

Lean forward

Hesitantly, I did as I was told. I was starting to breath heavily again.

Now, you are wearing underwear aren't you?

I yes. I am. I stuttered, not seeing that question coming.

Alex then said to the room, I want to see what underwear she is wearing, and her lovely butt coated in custard.

I couldn't help it and audibly gasped. I heard Katie put down her bucket and her shoes clicking as she moved to the front to watch.

I'm not missing this, she said,

C'mon lady, Alex said to me, lift your skirt and bend over like a good girl.

'Oh my god,' I thought. My heart was starting to pound. Could I do this? In front of my best friends? Including a guy with a huge hard on? Could I actually bend over in my high heels and pull my skirt up and show them what I have under there?

You all want this? I asked, only hoping a little that they were kidding. The good news was I had on some nice underwear.

Katie answered. I think I speak for all of us when I say hell yes.

I didn't say anything. I took a deep breath as they waited and then reached around to slowly pull my skirt up and to reveal my underwear. I had to move my feet to widen my stance a little to keep balance as I moved.

Once my skirt was up, I arched my back as I put my hands on the arms of the chair to keep balanced. Alex held my skirt in place and I was now breathing a little fast and shallow. I was on display, and the humiliation was about to intensify. Again.

That's it. Next time you ask me if I want to go to the gym, I'm not making excuses, I heard Katie say.

I smiled while I gave a little wriggle for her.

Alex gave me a slap on my left butt cheek, making me gasp again. Are you ready girly? she asked.

I don't know!" I breathed.

Would you rather I gave you a good spanking instead?

I don't know! I said again.

Well, you look really spank-able right now, but I'm going with this custard. Give us another wiggle.

I gave another wiggle. You had all better enjoy this, I said, Only a few people have had this view before, and it was to do something a lot nicer with me!

Alex told me: You look amazing darling. If I was a guy I would want to do you right now. Now, prepare yourself - I'm going to pour very this very slowly.

I held my breath. She paused for a beat.

Then, as promised, she slowly poured it over the top of my bare backside from left to right and back again, I could feel it landing on my skin and then slowly sliding down and coating both cheeks.

Oh! I gasped.

After a few moments of Alex pouring I started breathing again, then I took one deep breath and tried to keep it normal from there. I could feel goo running down the back of my legs. The thick and creamy custard was dripping down the back of my thighs and eventually reaching my shoes. One already filled with custard. Somehow, just one made it feel worse.

I could see over my shoulder that Alex wasn't done. She had another carton of custard. I gave another wriggle, and could hear the drips of custard landing on the floor.
Without warning, Alex used a finger to pull the top of my underwear out and down a little. I was acutely aware of how on display I was and... Oh you are not! I breathed as I realized what she was about to do.

Oh, yes. Alex was. She poured the carton slowly into my underwear and all I could do was shriek as the custard slid inside. When she had poured the whole carton she dropped it on the floor. Then Alex gave me a wedgie with the elastic as she pressed her other hand onto my underwear.

I shrieked. I actually shrieked. I could feel the custard pressing between my cheeks and oozing out the sides of my knickers. I could feel the heat from my blush as I stood there bent over a chair in my heels, custard in one of them, and custard inside my knickers squished into my cheeks.

.Oh, you're a bitch! I said breathlessly, I should turn around and give you a hug right now

Stay exactly as your are! Alex ordered.

Then I could hear moving across the front of the room and then some rustling.I'm going to take a picture to send you.

I hate you so much right now! I lied, as a drip of custard rolled and tickled down the inside of my thigh.

"But I still love you Sara!" she called back cheerfully.

Alex took her photos. All I could do was feel my heart beating as she took her time framing her pictures of my gloop covered arse.

Finally Alex said: You can sit down now so Katie can pour that bucket of slime over your head.

I very carefully stood up straight, pulled my skirt down and then turned around and sat down. Slowly. This time though, it was because my knees had gone weak. I could feel the lubrication of the goo and then the squish on my cheeks as I sat down.

How's the humiliation level? grinned Alex.

I gazed up at her and did my best to pout: High! I'm sitting with custard in my underwear. Do I really need a whole bucket over me as well?

Ask Katie, Ryan replied.

I turned to Katie and raised my eyebrows.

You've been waiting, you had better give it to me," I sighed, more for effect than anything.

Katie stepped forward, picked up her bucket of pink custard and took it behind me. I kept my stare fixed on Ryan, enjoying the fact he was still bulging in his jeans. If he had asked to fuck me while I was bent over, I'm not sure I could have actually said no.
As I was thinking about Ryan, Katie poured the whole bucket straight over my head in one continuous load. It sprayed all over my hair, down my face and onto my shoulders. It landed in my skirt and went all over the top of my legs. The moment was intense as the thick gloop washed over me, then kept going. Once it was was finally emptied over me, I stayed still. Custard was dripping slowly from my whole body. I was shaking slightly, but it wasn't from being cold. I was wishing I had packed a small vibrator in my bag.

That was amazing, Alex said, almost wistfully.

I finally moved to wipe the slime from her eyes and said, I'm glad you enjoyed it Alex. Did you enjoy that Katie?

I've got a yellow one," she said cheerfully, "Prepare to be slimed again!

I recovered myself and took a deep breath. I wriggled in my seat and pushed my back up straight again.

Wait! I said as a thought struck me. Katie paused, as instructed.

Finish me, I said, All of you grab a bucket and do me one after another. You as well Ryan. You shouldn't miss the fun.

I wasn't sure how much I could actually take without showing how turned on I was.. I suspected Alex might know, and was thankful she wasn't saying anything if she had realised. The intensity was almost dizzying

Alex went to grab a bucket and Ryan moved the camera so it was head-on to me before getting one himself. Good.

You two do yours and then step back. This is going to splat! he said. I smiled through the custard. He was getting the last shot at me.

Wait for it! I said so I could take a few slow, deep breaths. Then I uncrossed my legs and planted my shoes on the ground so they were apart but my knees were pressed together. I gripped the arms of the chair and fixed my gaze on Ryan again.
I held his stare to the count of ten in my head, then commanded: Do it!
Katie went first and just dumped her pink slime over me so it erupted everywhere. Alex didn't even leave a pause once Katie was done and let hers go at a more measured pace. The slime cascaded down my face and body in a thick flow as I held my head up and revelled in it's warmth sliding over me, and the humiliation being delivered from my friends.

Are you ready? Ryan asked as I heard Alex step away.

"Do it!" I said, and he immediately let fly. The pink gloop caught me flush all the way up my body and and into my face.

As the sweet smelling custard dripped from my drenched head and body, I held myself in that position, breathing through my nose, so they could see what they had done to me in all it's glory. I could only imagine, but it felt heavy and thick on my skin and clothes. I couldn't wait to see the video.

Finally, I cleared the goo from my eyes, then re-crossed my legs the other way, and spoke.

That was in-tense, I told them.

That was amazing. Said Alex.

That looks..! started Katie, lost for words for a change.

The girls came round to admire their work while I sat in my gloop. I could feel a drip getting ready to fall off my ear. I wriggled in the seat to feel the custard lubricating my backside. My blouse and skirt were sticking to me and my bra was soaked. I could feel the custard in my shoe. I smelled amazing though. Strawberry and vanilla. I was ruined, but curiously happy as my friends took it all in.

I grinned and blew them all a kiss.

I'm not sure she was actually hotter before we started, Katie said.

I dunno, said Alex, I can see through her blouse and I could already tell she had a nice arse, but...

It's a firm peach, Katie finished.

She looks way to comfortable to tell us she's never had goo flying at her face before, Alex joked.

I finally spoke up, my voice almost pleading: I need a shower.

I did, I also needed to ease the pressure without them seeing.

You might need two darling, said Alex picking up her phone again to take another picture.

Ryan grabbed a towel from a stack in the corner and threw it to me, and then spread one on the floor to step on so I wouldn't slip over as I stood up and tried to walk. He also threw one to Katie to wipe down her dress.

Katie looked up as she wiped herself down: It's worth it, that was so much fun.
Alex was looking to the back corner of the room.

There's unopened custard and another bucket over there. I think it's full if you want to take a seat Katie.

Nuh-uh, I'm helping Sara to the shower and washing my hands!

Katie took me by the hand and started walking me to the door. I stopped though, looked at Ryan for a few beats, then dropped my eyes down to his jeans before looking up again. I raised my eyebrows and blew a subtle little kiss from my lips, then carried on out the door keeping that thought with me.


Part 3:
I took a hot shower in my clothes, shoes and all, to rinse them off. Then took them off and cleaned my body. I was rinsing the soap off for the last time when I realized something.

'Uh oh' I thought.

I got out, dried myself and wrapped the towel around my body, then walked to the front room. As I got there I could here them all talking, and they were talking about

Oh my god. She has nothing to wear on the walk home! Katie said.

'Yup,' I thought, 'Nothing but my coat and spare shoes.'

I think there's enough here to keep her modesty. Said Ryan.

I entered and saw Ryan holding my coat and shoes. I was glad I worn the 3/4 length one and not my short coat. It was breezy out.

I'll take those. Thank you, I said, holding out my hands.

Your clothes will only take a few hours to wash and dry if you want to wait. Ryan said.

You know I have to get up in the morning.

Yep, he grinned.

Katie piped up: Ryan, you can lend her a T-shirt and some sweats or something.
He looked at her with his eyebrows raised: That really wouldn't be in the spirit of things would it?

I said, Don't worry sweetie, I'm already resigned to walking home naked under my coat. I'm just glad this didn't happen in the summer because I wouldn't have brought it!

Good girl! beamed Alex.

I also grabbed my bag and walked off to finish drying and, put on my coat. I grinned to myself as I stood in the spare room naked, then I stepped into my shoes.

'They're not as high as my other ones, but they'll do' I thought. I looked around at the door, then walked over to it and pushed the bolt across to lock it.

'I've been a bad girl this evening, I may as well do something rude,' was my thinking. I was also thinking about my vibrator in the draw next to my bed, but that was later.
Instead, I pulled my hairbrush out of my bag and pulled the head off. The handle was one piece and shaped like a bullet.

'That'll do nicely,' I figured as I hunted around for the cleaning wipes I always kept in my bag. I cleaned the handle and dried it with a tissue.

There was mirror on the door. I caught my reflection in it and paused. I was naked except for a pair of shoes and a makeshift dildo.

I grinned, then walked over to the bed. It had a wooden rail at the bottom, so I stood back from it and leaned over to hold it with my left hand. Then I shuffled back a bit to get the right position. I could see myself in the mirror perfectly bent over and ready to take something from behind. My heels tucked my bum in the air nicely, just a shame I was the only one to see it. I reached around and slid the handle in gently, and all the emotions flooded through me. My mind went everywhere. I had been bent over like this in front of an audience humiliated turned on Alex pulling my underwear out and pouring gloop into oh! Alex

The orgasm welled up. small but very intensely it rolled through me and my body before leaving through a small gasp from my mouth. That might have been the fastest I had come.

Wait. Did I really just think of Alex as I came?

That was weird, but it was the moment. I wasn't completely satisfied by a long shot yet, and ready for more, but I would make it home without having an orgasm just from walking. I would explore the whole thing with my mind and a real dildo later.
I eased myself upright and took a moment to recover before wrapping my makeshift dildo in tissue and dropped it in my bag with the brush. I put on my coat and buttoned it up before going back to the front room - hoping nobody guessed I had just gently fucked myself.

You're really going to walk home wearing just those? A coat and a pair of shoes? asked Katie.

Well, it's not going to be my first walk of shame, but admittedly, I've had last nights clothes to wear before, I replied.

Alex grinned and told me: If you get mugged for your coat I don't know who's going to be more shocked.

She then turned to Ryan and said, I can go in to work late if you want a hand cleaning that up? I feel bad leaving you with that mess we just created.

That would be great. It shouldn't take long with two of us, he replied.

She gave me a big hug and whispered, "You were amazing," in my ear. As the hug ended she said out loud, Bye ladies, and don't get mugged Sara!

I wondered if Ryan and her would make a good couple. Probably not, but I was glad the thought didn't give me a pang of jealousy. I really wanted my bed and the memories fresh in my mind. Not emotional complications.

Ryan walked Kate and I to the door. We paused in the hallway and I gave him a naked-girl-in-a-coat hug. He then told Katie: If you were a real friend to Sara, you would put your clothes in your handbag out of solidarity.

She gave Ryan a hug as well and said Goodbye you ass, and I love you Sara, but I'm keeping my clothes on.

You're good darling, I said as I opened the door and motioned Katie to go first.
As Katie started walking down the path, I stepped into the doorway and then paused a moment with my back to Ryan. Apparently, I wasn't done being a bad girl.

I quickly leaned forward a little and arched my back just a touch, then lifted the back of my coat up show him my bare cheeks. I Dropped my coat back down again and, without looking back, gave him a wave as I started walking.

I could feel him watching me walk all the way down the path to join Katie before I heard the door shut.

'Good luck concentrating on cleaning up,' I thought.



If you enjoyed this, you may enjoy Book 1 in the iSlime series available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07969RXKP