Tara was back in the WAMS Studios for round two of the interview. This time, knowing full well what she would be in for, Tara chose low riding jeans and white button up top. She was told this would be more casual event than her last experience. She very much looked forward to today, especially after seeing the studio. Before her were two eight foot tables with various bowls of cake batter, pies and icing. There were also a number of kinky devices and rope. There was even what appeared to be a twenty-five-gallon tub of chocolate cake batter on the floor. Mara, Blane and Jennifer were also in the large space, only they all sat in directors chairs.
Mara spoke first. Okay Tara, after your phenomenal performance last we, we wanted you back here for round two. Last time we saw that you were definitely not afraid of mess or sensual situations. However, that just let us know how well you could take these things as a passive individual. No matter which position you end up getting on the show, you will have to be able to take direction and give direction on the fly. So that's what we're here to see. The first half, we will each give you some directions and we'll see how well you take that. Feel free to improvise and add whatever flair you think is best. Blane why don't you go first.
Alright, you've just lost one of the games, and now, you have to complete a forfeit.
Awww no! Tara opened her mouth wide and cried in mock surprise, eliciting a smile and laugh out of the group.
Great, your forfeit is one of those bowls of cake batter, down your panties. After she faux pouted, Tara picked up a bowl of white goo. She pulled out the front of her pants and briefs and tipped the bowl inside. She felt the cold cake batter flow around her pussy. The cold and tickling sensation made her shiver. The slimy liquid escaped her underwear and began its slow decent down her legs. Half of the bowl filled the front, which mentioned the other half was destined for her rear. She repeated the process behind her and felt the cake batter flow down her crack and thighs. Some of it joined the batter around her crotch. With pants bulging and batter spilling out from the top of her pants, Tarra uncomfortably took up her position in front of her judges.
That was great sweetie, Jennifer smiled. Now we're going to try to play a game. There are three pies on the front of the table to your left, the ones with the thick blue cream on top. One of them has a special item buried inside. You need to find that item in one minute of face a forfeit. One other thing, you can not use your hands to search through the piles. Go! As fast as Tara could hobble, she made her way to the pies.
She chose the middle pie to start. Without hesitation, she slammed her face into the confectionery delights. Filling ooze onto the table and engulfed ed her head. She tasted the sweetness as her head moved back and forth in the tin trying to feel anything. With no results, she moved to the one on her right. Some of the cream plopped on her chest when she stood and wiped her eyes clean. The second verse was very much like the first and her face was soon at the bottom of the tin. this time, her enthusiasm was rewarded as she bit down on something rubbery. she left up like a dog who just cough the stick, and eagerly shuffled over to her mastered. Tara whipped the cream from her eyes so she could see, this time wiping the excess on her flat stomach.
Very good, record time. Jennifer congratulated. Tara spat the object into her hand. She could tell it was some sort of phallic shape. She sucked off the pie remnants in a suggestive manner, making loud sucking noises to boot. Sure enough, it was a vibrating dildo, but shorter than she was used to. on the opposite end of the tip, the pink latex expanded into a disk four inches in diameter.
I know I won the challenge but I have a morbid curiosity. Can I do the forfeit anyway. The three WAMS interviewers looked at each other. Of all the interviewees that passed challenges, none had asked that before.
Jennifer spoke first, still a little in disbelief, Well, we were going to tell you the vibratory needed to go up your snatch. Without a moment of hesitation, Tara undid her pants and pulled down the front of her underwear. the cake batter inside splatter to the floor. the batter and her juices were all the lubricant she needed to put the pennies shaped plug into her hoo-ha. She shuddered at the initial tingling caused by the toys activation. Cake batter splattered up her front after she let her panties snap back into place. Now that her movement was a little easier, she picked up the remaining pie.
You know, it seems a waste to just leave this pie untouched. Tara felt she had developed a closeness to her interviewers, a report, so she was sure there would be no consequences when she lobbed the pie at Jenniffer. Tara's being was true and the confection exploded on the black woman's voluptuous chest. Some of the splatters even hit Blane. The three were surprised at the moment, and very excited about her fire.
Jennifer removed the pie tin and rubbed the filling around her silk top. After what all I did to you last time, I suppose this is fair. She gave a cheeky smile.
Well, I think this concludes the first half of this interview. In the second half you will have one minute to conceive a game and then your lovely assistant will have to play, doing whatever you say. He pressed the button on an intercom. Daria will you please come in?
Tara heard a door behind her open and the clicking of heels on the cement floor. A look behind her showed a Mediterranean beauty. She had long brown hair and olive complexion. She wore three-inch stilettoes, a tight pencil skirt which went halfway down her thigh, a white shirt similar to Tara's and a tight vest over that. The top buttons were undone on the shirt, showing off very ample cleavage from her D cups. Daria here is an intern from the local college. She wanted to get some experience in video production. Today she'll be your stooge and must do as you say, just act as though you are on Daring Do and have to explain and enact your game.
Tara didn't hesitate.Hello there lovely contestant, why don't you tell us a little about yourself. She held an imaginary microphone in front of the girl
My name's Daria, I'm 23 and taking... Um, media studies at the college around here. I've been going there for three years. I like playing Volleyball and hanging with my boyfriend Chet.
Well, I hope Chet isn't going to be too upset because you're going to have to get naked on live television.
Daria had a look of surprise on her face. She looked at the camera which was recording this so the interviewers could review. She then shot a worried look to her the three sitting at the table in front of her. They nodded encouragement. Have you ever bobbed for apples? Daria shook her head. Well too bad because it's exactly like that. we'll take off all your clothes, put them in this vat of chocolate cake batter and you have to fish them out with your face. You have three minutes and for every piece, you don't find, I shove something into one of your orifices, let's just hope you can find more than two bits of clothing.
I don't know of I want before she finished, Tara reached into the front of her skirt and pulled down. In one motion, Daria's skirt and panties were gone. As she relinquished controlled and began unbuttoning her vest, Tara threw the newly acquired items into the batter. She soaked the skirt inside and out before forcing it to the bottom of the tub.
Reluctantly, the now naked Daria had given Tara the remainder of her clothes, heels not included. Tara repeated the process with the new duds, covering her arms to the elbow. Daria made an efforts to cover her modesty and quickly hardening nipples. Once Tara was done, she wiped some of the mess on the other girls exposed stomach.
If you don't want to see how many things I can stick inside you, you best get to bobbing. This was Daria's signal to kneel in front of the tub and begin daintily sticking her face under the batter. She did not submerge her face past her ears, which would make it impossible to find her clothes. Tarra decided to help her out but shoving her entire head in the batter. The shock was enough to make her sit up and take in some air. The liquid dripped onto her breasts and joined the batter already on her stomach. Diana went back under, further this time. Realising her tormentor probably put all of her clothes on the bottom, she went under as far as she could, which meant her shoulders also received a covering of chocolate cake mix. She felt fabric touch her face and latched on, a flood of chocolate invaded her mouth. As she was trying to resurface, she felt a pie slap against her bare behind. This made her sit up quickly. Through batter filled ears she heard Tara. You'll know how much time has passed when you fell a pie being applied. Every thirty seconds, I'm going put something on your body. The extra batter she came up with poured down her body and it tickled. She opened her mouth and let the slimy garment slip down her naked body and come to rest between her legs. She assumed it was her vest but wasn't sure. In she went.
This time she submerged her bosom as well. Moving around, she hoped to stir up some clothing from the bottom but to no avail. She jumped up once more as a pie was applied to her pussy and rubbed in. One minute up deary, better hurry. After Clarington out her tormentor best she could, Daria went back under. after another twenty seconds, she pulled her shirt from the slip, like a dog fresh from the hunt. it too fell on her lap. she had found the big pieces, the rest would be much harder. another pie being applied to her rear increased her fever pitch to locate her skirt. She figured that would be the easiest. What she did not count on was the distraction of having a bowl of cake batter poured over the mostly clean back. The cold made her sit up, the good joined the broken pies on her butt.
You only have one more minute. Daria plunged back into the tub, this time saturating her whole upper torso. She felt the shirt on her shoulder and began to chase it around the tub. As she had expected, her movements constantly changed the position of her clothes. Just When Daria finally caught the material in her teeth, she brought her head up. This gave Tara the perfect opportunity to slam two pies into her waiting tits. Some of the pie got on the shirt, but most of it covered her messy mammaries. She knew she only had thirty seconds to find the rest of her clothes. She had given up on finding her thong, but the bra might be possible. Daria plunged back into the mess. Desperately, she tried to find the last bit of clothing. Her lungs tightened as her body strained against the batter. It was all for not as the final pie slammed into her behind. Daria resigned to her fate and stood, letting the batter drip down her form. She tried to clear away her eyes and ears as best she could.
Put on your clothes, and then it's forfeit time. Tara was very gleeful. With a mash of disgusted faces, Daria pulled on her sodden skirt, it seemed to cling tighter to her messy body. She shivered as she put on the slimy shirt. She could not manage the buttons, so she just let it hang open, showing a large amount of cleavage. The vest buttons were easier to manage, so she did close them She wasn't sure which she preferred, being naked or having the cake batter smear against her skin whenever she moved. Once she finished, Daria felt the back of her skirt lift up. She screamed as she felt the cold steal of a butt plug enter her. After her shock, she whirled around, ready to give Tara a piece of her mind. The action played right into Tara's hands. Without a second thought, Tara inserted a vibrator, a little larger than the first one, into Daria's snatch. The vibration caught her off guard and made Daria's legs weak. Her heels, combined with the messy floor caused her to slip and fall into the vat she had been searching through. It upended launching batter on her and Tara. That's our show ladies and gentlemen. Tara bowed to her audience who were at this point in bouts of laughter.
That was just splendid, we'll be sending you more information about the third interview in the next few days, Blane said between chuckles. Tara left Daria shaking on the floor, she would get up eventually, probably. She was a little disappointed, Tara wanted to get a little messier than she was, but messing up someone else was equally as fun.