October 11th 2024.
Melissa had a unique client who had a rather unconventional kink - sploshing with custard. As she sat there with the fourth litre of custard dripping down her face, she couldn't help but feel a sense of existential dread wash over her. The cold, gloopy substance had a strange smell and to make matters worse, she had forgotten to pack a hairdryer. It didn't seem like the hotel they were in would have one either, being a cheap find just off the A1.
As she sat there, contemplating her predicament, her client Nathan's face lit up with excitement. This was his ultimate fantasy - sploshing, also known as "WAM", and he had been dreaming about it for thirty years. Melissa couldn't bring herself to ruin this moment for him, so she put on a brave face and gave him a thumbs up.
Nathan eagerly asked her to turn around so he could pour the next litre of custard down her pants. Melissa, who was crouched uncomfortably in the spacious but bland bathroom, was only wearing her plain white underwear. She had sold Nathan her panties before and he was a big fan of them, despite their lack of lace.
Melissa explained that Nathan had discovered his sploshing fetish from watching gunge shows. She encouraged her clients to sign up for The Hook-Up, Metro's sex and dating newsletter, for more juicy stories and tips on spicing things up in the bedroom.
The pair were in a cheap hotel off the A1, with a bathroom big enough for their sploshing adventure. Melissa had requested £200 for this two-hour session, plus the cost of the hotel room and all 12 pints of custard - six for her and six for Nathan. She even joked about letting him keep her panties as a souvenir, as they were only from Primark and she didn't fancy putting them back in her bag after this.
Nathan had first found Melissa on a website and asked her to make a video of herself getting covered in custard. He even had an elaborate plot in mind where they were work colleagues and she had lost a drunken bet. Melissa had no problem with filming herself, but it was a bit difficult to remember lines and stay in character while covered in custard.
Finally meeting in person, Nathan was shaking with excitement. He was a handsome and hairy 35-year-old who showed up in a funky purple sports car. As a graphic designer, he smelled strongly of aftershave.
As Nathan eagerly poured custard down Melissa's pants, she couldn't help but worry about the plumbing and laundry service at the hotel. But she put on a brave face and even let out an enthusiastic yell when Nathan brought out the strawberry sauce. She had learned from past experiences that certain substances, like lollipops and icing sugar, could upset her vaginal pH balance.
Nathan had been fantasising about sploshing since he was 12 years old, blaming Saturday morning kids' TV shows for his odd fetish. He had even found a copy of Splosh magazine on Ebay when he was 16 and realised he wasn't alone in his desires. He would spend around £100 every week on custom videos from women like Melissa, as he was too afraid to reveal his kink to his girlfriends.
Melissa shared that there were more male sploshers than female sploshers, making her in high demand. She also had another client with a tummy fetish who liked to cover her stomach in blue gunge. However, at 47 years old, she didn't feel as confident about her body and only saw him on slow months.
Melissa had her own column with Metro called On Call, where she shared her experiences and insights as a sex worker and dominatrix. Today, she was witnessing Nathan's first time sploshing with an actual person and couldn't help but feel a bit silly thinking about her plans for the rest of the day.
As Nathan's excitement reached its peak, Melissa got her revenge and covered him in custard. She couldn't help but laugh as his phone refused to recognise his custard-covered face for facial ID. Nathan sat there in silence, like an obedient patient receiving experimental treatment, as Melissa watched his penis bulge and twitch in pleasure.
After the session, Melissa threw the custard-stained towels at the bottom of the laundry pile, hoping she wouldn't get fined for the mess. Nathan washed himself thoroughly and even cleaned the shower, but he forgot to take the empty custard cartons with him. Melissa found the bag in her car weeks later, wondering why flies kept circling around it. It was a strange and slimy souvenir of the delightful afternoon she spent making a young man incredibly happy.
As Melissa finished her story, she couldn't help but reflect on her job and the unique clients she met. It was October 6, 2024, and she couldn't wait to see what other adventures awaited her in the world of sploshing.
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