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DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction involving a public
figure. This story is in no way, shape, or form an actual reflection of
that person's sexual tastes. The author also assumes no liability or
responsibility if some assmunch blames this story on any criminal and/or
deviate conduct; that's their problem, not mine. Again (my apologies for
shouting), THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!
Celebrity Fantasy - Lorrie Morgan
by Dr. Paul Shipherd
It's a warm summer night in the city. I walk into the hotel toward
the main desk. The clerk is a young man poring over a college chemistry
textbook. I show him my identification.
"Inspector Oliverio, City Health Department," I bark at him, showing
my ID, "I'm here to check on a complaint from your boss about Suite 2410.
He says there might be an asbestos risk in that room." He doesn't know it,
but my name's not Oliverio, and I don't work for the City Health
Department. World-famous country singer Lorrie Morgan is staying in Suite
2410, and I'm determined to meet her any way I can.
The young man looks disturbed; he seems to be more worried about his
chemistry exams than hotel security. "Here's the key," he mutters, handing
me the key.
"Thanks, sir," I say before taking the lift to the 24th Floor. I
quietly but swiftly walk down the hall to Ms. Morgan's suite. After I get
in, I find a smoking jacket conveniently hanging in a nearby closet. I
remove my jacket and tie and put on the smoking jacket. The suite also has
a fully-stocked bar; I pour myself a glass of Highland Park, light up a
Romeo y Julieta, and sit back in the easy chair and relax in the darkened
room.
Just after I'm finished with my Cuban, I hear someone unlocking the
door. I can see in the shadows that it's my lovely Lorrie. She turns on
the light; she looks simply resplendent in her red strapless gown. She
sees me, and the look in her eyes is that of shock.
"Who are you?" she asks rather indignantly, "And how the hell did you
get into my suite?"
"Just a friend," I respond, smiling, "Someone you'll get to know
better as the night rolls along."
"I'm calling security," she says, rushing toward the telephone.
"Oh, no you're not," I warn her.
"And what are you going to do to me if I do?"
"It's not a question of what I'm going to do to you; it's a question
of what I'm not going to do to you."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" By this time, Lorrie is letting
her guard down a bit. "You think you're just going to come into my hotel
suite, talk me out of this dress and into this bed, and fuck me?"
"Lorrie, I'm not interested in fucking you."
"Is that so?"
"I'm much more interested in making love to you."
"You'll have to catch me first," she teases. I reach out for her,
but she dodges me at the last minute. Again I try to catch her, but she
eludes me again. I practically chase her around the suite until I finally
corner her near the bed. Grabbing her arms, I stare her down. The look in
her eyes simply says, "Take me." I reach down and kiss her passionately.
She frees her arms from my grip, holding me tightly while her tongue
wrestles with mine in our mouths. As I hold her, I undo her dress and let
it fall to the floor. To my pleasant surprise, she isn't wearing anything
underneath her gown. She has already charmed a Super Bowl quarterback and
a U.S. Senator; this cad is ready to join that august group.
I abruptly break the kiss and push her onto the bed. I stand before
her and slowly undress myself in her presence. When I'm naked, I lay on
top of her, feeling her soft, naked flesh against mine while we resume our
passionate kiss. As soon as she rolls over on top of me, she breaks
contact, pushing me down on the bed. Grabbing my shaft, Lorrie gives me a
wicked look before putting it in her mouth.
I look down to see her lovely lips caressing every inch of my
manhood. I feel the warmth of her mouth running through my staff, getting
it harder by the second. I throw my head back and sigh with pleasure as
she continues her splendid job of fellating me. Her fingernails are raking
softly over my thighs, sending the blood rushing to my loins. Right now,
I'm going crazy with bliss while one of the most beautiful singers in the
world is going down on me. After several minutes, her mouth simply becomes
too tired to continue, which simply means I get to return the favour.
Lorrie moves her way up to me, giving me another hot kiss. We roll
over on the bed during the embrace; I am now on top of her. I break the
kiss, moving my lips down her neck and throat to her breasts, licking on
her hard nipples. Lorrie sighs softly, feeling my mouth pleasing the
sensitive peaks of her breasts. My mouth continues its journey down her
body until it reaches her fragrant gates of Venus.
As soon as my tongue makes contact with her sex, Lorrie lets out a
loud gasp. The gasps turn into moans as I lick her moist slit. The taste
and aroma of her sweet, sweaty essence fills my senses, sending rushes to
my own loins. My tongue moves up her pussy to her erect clitoris. I lick
away at her clit, causing her to rock her head back and forth against her
pillow. I start to slow down a bit, just enough to keep her from coming
too soon. The taste of her sex is starting to make my mouth water for even
more, even though I've been going down on her for the past several minutes.
She pinches her nipples, further enhancing her sexual bliss. Her pussy is
now starting to throb; my tonguework is impeccable, but sometimes a woman
needs more than a talented tongue.
She grabs my hair and pulls me away from her crotch. Laying on my
back, I point my rod at a right angle while Lorrie lowers herself on it.
Her inner walls massage my shaft, keeping it hard and aroused. Once I'm
settled inside her, Lorrie starts to ride me as if her eternal salvation
depended on it. The sight of her lovely body writhing in bliss is enough
to maintain my erection. I grab her breasts while she digs her fingers
into my chest. Her teeth are clenched, her eyes full of fire and
determination.
"Oh fuck me, you bastard!" she snarls at me during her wild ride. I
push her head toward my mouth, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. Our
tongues are practically in knots while our mouths and bodies are locked in
hot sexual combat. My hands move to her ass, squeezing the round, soft
flesh and pushing her harder onto my manhood.
As we continue our love-making, Lorrie pushes my body up the bed
until I'm sitting up. Without letting my dick leave the comfort of her
loins, Lorrie does a 180-degree turn. I fondle her lovely breasts while
she continues her ride. Our mouths meet again, but this time, the tempo is
a little slower, a little more sensual. My staff feels good inside her; I
can feel every contour being caressed by her pussy. I reach down to rub
her clitoris; she starts to buck a little more quickly. Soon, she's
increasing the tempo as I rub her clit more vigourously. She leans
forward; I follow until I'm laying on top of her.
Lorrie's teeth are buried in the sheets while I start to work up a
hearty tempo. I grab her arms, spreading them out while my piston pounds
deep inside her. My hands moves to her face, where I let her suck on my
fingers. I reach down to kiss her; this kiss is no less passionate than
the previous ones. Again, she repositions herself; I move away while she
rolls over on her back.
By now, Lorrie's ankles are around my neck while I hold her thighs
and thrust more deeply in her pussy. I'm pounding like that famous runaway
jackhammer while sweat flies from our bodies. We look into each others'
eyes, not needing to use words to convey our lust. She glares at me,
daring me to come. I return the stare, telling her I want to see her reach
the wildest orgasm she's ever had. Our breathing becomes louder, our
climaxes coming closer. Soon, Lorrie's eyes roll into the back of her head
as she lets out a loud, piercing scream that almost shatters every piece of
glass in the suite. At the same time, I yell like a deranged banshee as I
feel my semen shoot through my phallus deep into Lorrie's body. With each
ejaculation, I thrust violently into her. Soon, my releases grow weaker
and weaker until there's no more cum to shoot. I collapse next to Lorrie,
totally spent. She summons enough energy to roll over on top of me. We
hold each other's tired bodies, exchanging an intimate kiss.
After we catch our breath for a minute, Lorrie asks me how I got in.
"That's not important," I tell her, "just as long as you see me here,
you shouldn't care how I got in," I tell her.
"Next time," Lorrie reminds me, "I'll find out where you're staying
for the night, break in, and make myself at home."
"How are you going to get a key?"
"That's not important."
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