EVEEve......... oh Eve........ I’ll never forget Eve.I had seen her spectacular WSM set, the famous “Custard Bath” which you must all be familiar with, and I just had to meet her. Mike arranged it and I travelled up to Liverpool. She was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. Tall, blonde, long, long legs and a stunning body - she could have been a top model. As well as loving slapstick Mike had also asked if she fancied working in mud and she had done a set in mud wearing a full rubber outfit that hugged her body. Eve had also done wet look modelling for Mike and she became a firm favourite with WSM. Up until then she had only worked alone but that was to change when I arrived in the studio. Mike introduced us and it turned out that my fame had preceded me – she knew that I am the world authority on slapstick and she was more than willing to find out more. Mike has set up a mud pool and Eve was to give me a mud treatment – good for the skin apparently! He had me undress down to a pair of briefs and get in the mud and wait while he set up his lights. Then he called out for Eve to come in so we could start the shoot. When I saw her appear I instantly ‘perked up’. She was dressed in a short white coat which just covered her white stocking tops and as she moved sensuously over to me I saw a tantalising flash of suspender. She looked even taller in her white stiletto shoes and as she got nearer to me I could see her delicate pale pink bra because the top few fasteners of her coat were left undone. Mike got her to pose for some preliminary glamour shots in which she flashed her stockings at him and she undid the bottom fastener of her coat. I could just see fleeting glimpses of her lacy pink knickers as she continued to pose provocatively for Mike ensuring that I caught an eyeful too. God, she was good and she knew it. As this was not video we could all talk through the shoot and Mike instructed Eve and myself as he had already envisaged how the scenario was to develop. It was also before digital cameras and there would be breaks for film changing. Nothing could have prepared me for what would happen next. Eve started to massage me with handfuls of the oozing mud. She began by massaging my back and then got me to turn round to face her. Eve was kneeling down by the pool and reaching in to scoop up the mud. As she leaned forward to massage my chest I could see down her cleavage and I liked what I saw. Her expert hands were caressing my chest with cool mud and I could stand it no longer. I reached out and gently grabbed her and pulled her into the mud. She landed with a splat beside me “ You swine – look what you’ve done to me ! ” she said disconsolately looking at her muddy coat and stockings. “ What’s the problem ? I thought you might like a massage too. ”. The rest of the session unrolled with me covering Eve with mud so that her coat was no longer white. I then had a go at her long, slender, stocking clad legs and my muddy hands naturally strayed up to her smooth thighs where my massaging skills were improving by the minute. Eve decided that my crotch was a legitimate target and she threw several handfuls of mud at that bulging area. I told her that was not the way a professional masseuse should behave and I put her over my knee. Raising her coat I revealed her still clean knickers – not for long though as I set about sullying them with several handfuls of gloopy mud, playfully slapping her gorgeous bum for good measure. Standing her up again her white high heeled shoes were deeply submerged in the mud so I made sure that they were completely full of ooze before also standing up so that we were face to face. Suddenly I tore open her coat and when the fasteners had all unpopped I could now, for the first time, properly see those bra-encased tits. Nice ! Time to give them both those tits some serious mud massaging. I started to roughly squeeze them with my filthy hands but she made me slow down and do it much more sensually. The mud in the pool was very slippery and we could no longer keep our balance so we tumbled into the mud where I took advantage by getting much of it into her long blonde hair. Eve, in turn, plopped many great handfuls onto my head in retaliation. We were now sitting in the mud with Eve’s legs spread wide apart so I decided to attack her crotch with the ooze, slopping it all over her thighs and knickers. I pulled her knickers open and threw mud inside them but she did not seem too keen on that so I didn’t pursue it again. We rolled around some more until we were unrecognisable. We looked like two creatures from the black lagoon with just eyes peering out from the thick coating we both wore. We could hardly walk to the showers as we were, so Mike bought over a couple of buckets of water so we could get the worst of it off in the pool. I tipped a full bucket of the warm water over Eve’s head and she did the same for me. She made me wait while she took her time showering and I stayed outside. After a cup of coffee and a chance to relax and chat, the second set was to be Eve as a customer ordering spaghetti and me as a waiter. Eve could not manage to eat it without clumsily spilling it down her cleavage and I volunteered to put my hand down there to get it out – well, that’s what a good waiter does isn’t it ? Eve wore a low cut strappy pale blue evening dress with white panties ( no bra ), stockings, suspenders and silver sandals. I wore – well who cares what I wore except that my blue briefs under my black trousers were actually a few sizes too small! For some reason Eve became ‘upset’ when I plunged my hand down her dress and fished around to get the spaghetti out so she decided to get me by slapping a great handful of it onto my nice white shirt. She didn’t simply slap it onto my shirt, she slowly and sensually rubbed in for a minute while Mike changed his film. That was war. Slimy orange spaghetti flew everywhere. She shoved it inside my shirt which she had torn open in a frenzy of retaliation and I sat her in a big bowl of it making sure to pull her dress right up around her waist so that, when I sat her in it, spaghetti squelched up into her white panties and all around her stocking topped thighs from where I licked some up. Yummy! Not to be outdone, she swiftly undid my trousers and pulled them off, in a deft move that she must have perfected with many guys, to reveal the infamous blue briefs which were far too small and which almost exposed all. In a frenzy she pounced on my throbbing bulge and she furiously covered it with handful after handful of the oily, orange spaghetti. She then put her face right up to my bulge and made as if to lick me – what a tease! She certainly knew how to get me going but I am the worlds expert so I knew exactly what to do next. In one swift move I pulled her knickers right down and off and buried them in a giant bowl of spaghetti! Now I saw her previously hidden treasure and to preserve her modesty I slammed a handful of spaghetti there ( that’s my excuse anyway! ). So there she was, sitting in a pile of slop with her superb tits out for me to lick, her oily sodden evening dress off her shoulders and down around her waist, the hem of it also pulled up to her waist and her legs spread apart exposing her spaghetti filled crotch and her sticky thighs onto which I gently smoothed even more spaghetti. When she had all the available spaghetti in her lap, including the huge amount that I had gathered up off the floor, I gently rubbed it up and down her stockinged legs and into her sandals. She trembled as my fingers tickled her toes with the slimy pasta sauce. Then I scooped up two handfuls and smashed it all onto her head giving her long blonde hair a thorough ‘shampoo’ with the oily orange sauce. Then, as every gentleman should, I remembered that I had not paid enough attention to her lovely tits so I quickly rectified my mistake and spent some minutes concentrating on handling them. Unfortunately, Mike had been re-loading his camera and got no pictures of this action so he made me do all that again – I didn’t mind and Eve certainly didn’t object, so job well done. Mike finished with a few pictures of Eve in which she managed to ‘enjoy’ herself without my help so I was able to sneak into the shower first. Tee hee. After lunch it was time for what was to be my all time favourite set with the delectable Eve – it is probably her favourite as well and I could see that Mike was very clearly aroused too. Yes – it was time for our final session.... my area of specialist expertise... slapstick. Mike had decided that it was time to reverse the roles and that Eve should be a waitress and I would be her customer. He said that it would be her opportunity to get her own back – ‘The Waitress’s Revenge’ – little did she know! When she appeared from her changing room it was clear that she had given this a lot of thought as she looked absolutely ravishing from head to toe. She had chosen to wear white silky underwear this time and over this a white opaque blouse. A short black skirt with a small white satin apron was over this and she had completed her very smart outfit with some very sexy black stockings and shoes which showed off, to perfection, her lovely long legs. She had also applied make-up and done her hair as if she was going out clubbing. If she was a waitress serving me for real she would have got a very big tip that’s for sure. The idea was that she would give me a menu and as she stood close to me I was to do something to annoy her so much that she would just have to shove a huge custard pie in my face and then stand there laughing. So – how to annoy her? A pat on the bum perhaps? I decided to slowly put my hand right up her skirt and fondle her bare thighs – slowly so that Mike could take several photos. Putting my hand up there would automatically pull her skirt up to expose her stocking tops and a flash of suspenders providing more photo opportunities for Mike. Neither Mike nor Eve knew what I had planned so it was a surprise for Eve who laughed out loud. She was supposed to look annoyed but she was laughing so, not for the first time that day, we had to do it again. Eve pulled her skirt down, I shoved my hand up and had another fondle, she looked suitably annoyed and Mike got his photos. Eve shoved the pie in my face and battle commenced. I picked her up and sat her on the table. I picked up a pie and ‘showed it to her’ for the camera. Eve gave me a daring look but I love a dare and shoved it, not in her face but all over her pristine white blouse. Then she just sat there smiling and calmly took a barrage of food that I rubbed all over her. I raised her skirt and revealed those smooth, soft thighs above her stocking tops, then I caressed them with rice pudding which I smoothed down her long, stockinged legs. I spent quite a while doing this – I loved feeling those nylon clad legs. Eve sighed contentedly. I got a bottle of tomato sauce and squirted it into the inside of her silky white knickers........ and Eve just sat there, still smiling, enjoying the experience. She gave a soft moan. She looked so disappointed when I eventually stopped and stepped back to admire my destructive handiwork. This tall, majestic, elegant and beautiful young lady had been reduced to a sticky, slimy, gooey, dripping multicoloured lump of sludge and she was quivering with pleasure. Quivering, because she was having the first of several virtually silent orgasms. I, however, was not finished with her yet. I helped Eve to her feet and aided her up to kneel on the table whereupon I pulled up her skirt again to begin an assault on her trembling bum. I made her part her legs slightly and she was to busy gripping the table to stop from falling off to prevent what happened next. Pulling down her knickers I plastered her delectable arse with everything again, just as I had done at the front, until it was all cascading down her legs. I rubbed slime all over the back of her blouse and stood back to have a good look. She got herself off the table, pulled her sopping knickers back up and came to stand in front of me to ‘eyeball’ me. To me Eve looked even more attractive than she had when she was clean but then I just love messed up women. As far as she was concerned we had only just started. This was to be our final session of the day and she clearly did not want it to end too soon. Eve went about messing me up like a pro – she was a fast learner and she did everything I had done to her back at me but with interest and she made it sexy too. With a huge smile and gleaming blue eyes she eagerly set about on her revenge. Within minutes my shirt and trousers were totally ruined and she wasted no time in getting them off me so she could launch an attack on my briefs for the third time that day. Eve was still fully clothed albeit her blouse was open for all to see her heavenly bra-encased tits but this was her moment and she was now unstoppable as she excitedly stuffed a sloppy mixture of food into my briefs, front and back, and then very slowly and very deliberately began the enjoyable task of making sure that no part of me was left un-massaged by her experienced fingers. She soon had me on the verge of ecstasy. Eve’s beautifully styled hair had, thus far, been left virtually unscathed so I thought it only right that this should be my next target and my weapon of choice was..... eggs. As I sat her in a chair and made my way behind her, Eve had no idea that I was about to smash eggs onto her. In fact she didn’t even know that I had hidden several trays of eggs before we had started. Not just a couple but two dozen eggs went crashing down onto Eve’s head, the yellow slime flowing down her pretty face and into her lap where she squelched it about with her hands. I had saved a few of the eggs and, still behind her, I put two of them into each cup of her bra.... and squeezed. Eve did not wait for me to pull her skirt up to her waist yet again – she did it herself and put handfuls of runny egg yolks into her own knickers and left a hand in there for a few moments of blissful self-enjoyment accompanied with more soft moaning. I discreetly stepped aside and left her to it. When she had satisfied herself she stood up and I relieved her of her blouse and skirt before easing her tits from her bra for better access. Very gently I caressed them with my slimy fingers and gently squeezed her nipples. She gently squeezed me somewhere too, her skilful fingers applying just the right amount of pressure so that she had me throbbing uncontrollably. Eve was in control. After she had satisfied me, and when I had calmed down, I pulled Eve’s knickers off without any protest and we finished the session rolling around the floor in the muck, laughing and giggling like children, our bodies entwined. The final picture Mike took shows me between Eve’s legs seemingly ‘ doing it ’ but, although I was making all the right moves, if you look closely, my pants remained on. Didn’t stop Eve from having another orgasm though! This time we shared the shower, washing the muck off each other and out of our hair no to mention other places where some baked beans had become lodged ! Fortunately Mike was not allowed in the shower room so what Eve and I did in there will remain our secret. Next time Professor Treacle continues his memoirs fondly recalling his encounter with Melanie. |
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