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Archive name: gold06.txt (mf, celeb)
Authors name: Gold_Leader_Celeb@yahoo.com 
Story title : Tail 6: Fran Drescher



Gold Leader Celeb Tails : Fran Drescher Part 1/1 (MF)
Gold_Leader_Celeb@yahoo.com
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and better stories.

This is the 6th in a series of obviously fictional Celebrity Tales (or
as I call them, Celeb Tails).  I have no idea how many more I will
write.  If I grow bored with them, I'll stop, but I have no idea when
I'll move onto another topic.  Occasionally, I'll repost the previous
stories, but only about once a month.  I am sorry, but I will not email
anyone my stories.  If you want a previously posted story, either wait
for it to appear again, or ask a nice reader to send you it.

Tail 1: Anna Nicole Smith
Tail 2: Pamela Anderson
Tail 3: Rebecca Gayheart
Tail 4: Denise Richards, Nicole Eggert
Tail 5: Markie Post
Tail 6: Fran Drescher

This story is intended for people over the age of 18.  If you are under
18, you're probably more interested now in this story.  Go visit the Goo
Goo Dolls homepage or something.

 I climbed off the sagging, soaked bed and looked down at Markie, fast
asleep.  She was on her side, her well used pussy and ass still leaking
fluids, mine and hers.  My dick gave a little surge, wanting to rise for
one more ride.  Just a few days ago I was shocked at how many times I'd
had sex in a twenty-four hour period, yet I'd gotten off three times
with this woman in two hours.  I loved being young.  To those poor guys
who fall asleep after the first orgasm, eat your hearts out.

I still couldn't believe my luck.  What had happened to my life?  A
month earlier I was working as a gopher for an agent who represented
only silicone injected bad "B" movie actresses.  Since that time I had
briefly shacked up with Anna Nicole Smith before finding my way to Pam
Anderson, whom I'd been living with for close to three weeks.  Even
within that time I'd gotten my fair share of new celebrity pussy, taking
on a gaggle of Hollywood's young beauties and an hour earlier I had just
gotten done fucking one of my all-time teenage fantasy women.  Hell, of
the batch, Markie was probably the best so far.

 Sure Markie was getting up there in years, but damn if she didn't know
how to make someone have a good time.  She didn't have Pam's perfect ass
or Anna's awesome cocksucking ability, but she was game for anything so
far.   Boy did she like to talk dirty.  Damn!

 I leaned down and kissed her cheek.  She mumbled and snuggled into the
sheets we had soaked with our sweat and come.  Odds were good she'd want
to sleep a bit more to get back her energy.  The whole room was rank,
which wasn't unusual for a motel anyway.   I headed for the shower.

 When I finished showering I emerged from the bathroom, towel around my
waist.  Markie was waiting for me, fingers in her quim, a porno channel
blasting away with some gorgeous black woman, Heather Hunter I think,
getting eaten out by a sexy little blonde who had a guy plugging her
from behind.

 "Took a long enough shower," Markie said, still buggering herself.

 "Sorry," I said, watching with utter fascination as she unabashedly
played with herself in front of me.  I'd had girlfriends who would have
never dreamed of doing such a thing.  I'd known her less than six
hours.  I felt my dick slide up and poke through my towel.  "Want
something besides your fingers?"

 "You just took a shower."

 "I can take another," I told her, eagerly climbing onto the bed.


Three hours later I dropped Markie off at the studio so she could get
her car.  I piloted Pam's Jag home, stopping along the way to get take
out.  As she had told me earlier, she was out.  I ate and crashed,
sleeping so soundly I never heard her get in bed with me.

I woke up the next afternoon, still drained.  I wandered to the kitchen
and found a note from Pam.  She was out to lunch with a friend and then
she was spending time with her kids tonight.  Could I make myself scarce
while they were around.  Apparently the boys disliked guys other than
Tommy being around their mom.  What a shock.

I wasn't too disappointed, as I had tentative plans with Markie.  I
searched for her number in my cell phone and called her with Pam's
landline.  I'm  unemployed, give me a break!  Markie picked up on the
third ring, "Yes?"

"Hey, it's Jeff."

"Hello, nasty boy," she said in sultry way.

"How are you feelin'?"

"My body's not used to that kind of thing," she told me, "But my friend
said I'm glowing.  She thinks the studio interview went well.  What
could I say?  I wasn't going to tell her I made love to a young stud all
afternoon."

"Is she the one you want me to meet?"

"Listen to you, you horny thing.  No she's not.  Listen, I think you
should come over here and then we'll go to the dinner party."

"What time is the party?"

Markie paused and then answered, "Eight-thirty, so get here around six."

"How far away is the party?  Are we going to Vegas?"

"No, you need to get here early because I need something.  Before I get
ready."


As Markie directed, I arrived at close to six - LA traffic playing hell
with exact time tables.  She greeted me wearing a robe, and we took a
nice hour long bath together.  Markie let me try all three inputs in her
large tub for two, telling me she wanted to have me at least once more
before her friend got the chance.  After that, I didn't care if her
friend was bucktoothed, balding and had a hunchback.  Heck, I would
always recall the water sloshing around as Markie rode my dick screaming
at me to fuck her in unmentionable places.

We dressed, me in five minutes and naturally her in an hour.  She
emerged from her preparations wearing a sexy black dress that did
everything to draw eyes to her cleavage and away from what she thought
was a belly.  I thought her sexy as hell everywhere, but you can't
convince some people.  We took her Explorer to the party, Markie telling
me she wanted to know for sure she could get home that night.

The party was in a magnificent home.  Whoever lived there was big in the
industry, no doubt.  We climbed the stairs to the front door and Markie
pushed it open, not even bothering to knock or ring the bell.  I
followed her.  To our right in this mansion we heard laughter and the
two of us walked toward it.  We entered a beautiful living room where
about ten people talked.

It was typical Hollywood.  Older and fat balding men had stunning
playmate quality women on their arms.  Two attractive women in about
their late thirties to early forties were accompanied by himbos.
Actually, it dawned on me, I too was a himbo.  But I had come with
Markie Post, not some television or movie bigwig.  People don't jerk off
about Sherry Lansing, they think about Pam Anderson.  Eat your hearts
out boys.

Markie introduced me to one of the women, whose name I forgot
immediately.  I wasn't after a series after all.  They chatted it up and
then I heard a nasally New York voice behind us.  Markie spun around,
embracing a woman with tons of long black hair.  When they pulled apart
I about dropped my drink.  This was a legitimate star.

"Oh, who is this gorgeous thing," Fran Drescher said, holding out one of
her slender hands.  She was wearing a tight black turtleneck, that
showed off her stunning, thin physique and a floral print miniskirt that
did even more to show off what I like best about women, her legs.  I
know, I've talked quite a bit about Markie's chest, but she's an
adolescent fantasy come true.  As I matured, I found that legs were the
keys to Nirvana.

I took Fran's hand and kissed it, giving her my most charming smile.
Her eyes twinkled back at me.  "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms.
Drescher.  I am Jeff."

"You keep looking at me that way and we'll have to send everybody home,"
she droned, letting out one of her trademark laughs.  "And it's Fran,
darling.  Ms. Drescher if you're nasty."

Markie laughed and leaned over whispering to Fran.  The Nanny's eyebrow
shot up and she really eyed me then.  Then Markie said a little louder,
"Jeff and I met at the studio cafeteria yesterday."

"All I ever picked up there was the flu," she cackled to her friend.
Fran reached out, running her hand over my chest, "I must say, Markie,
you do find some amazing things."

"I didn't find him," Markie countered.  "Pam Anderson found him."

Fran put her hands on her hips and glanced from Markie's chest to me,
"So, I guess a flat broad like little ole me doesn't stand a chance."

"I'm a leg man," I told her.  "And from what I see you've got some of
the nicest legs around."

"Would you listen to this one," Fran said laughing and grabbing my arm,
"He could charm the panties off a nun.  You definitely need to sit by me
at dinner.  You do know that I've been without a man for long, long
time, darling."

Fran, Markie and I talked for quite awhile until a guest spilled a drink
and Fran went into action.  She returned and dabbed at the stain on her
rug.  I knelt beside her, helping out.  I followed her back into the
kitchen, admiring her tight, swaying butt as she walked in front of me.
She glanced back over her shoulder, "What are you lookin' at there?"

She stopped at the sink, squeezing a towel in it.  I stepped up behind
her, pressing my body against hers.  I leaned around her, squeezing my
towel too.  "Do you mind?"

"I love it.  Markie is one lucky lady."

"Markie didn't bring me to show me off," I told her dropping the towel
in the sink.

"What did she bring  you for, to clean my carpets?" Fran laughed.  My
hands slid down her hips to the bottom of her miniskirt.

"Maybe to clean a certain carpet," I whispered in her ear, kissing it
slightly.

"Oh my.  We keep this up and we're both going to need hosing off."

I didn't answer her as I glided to my knees behind her.  I was face to
face with Fran Drescher's ass!  What was happening to me?  I was getting
bolder and bolder all the time.  "What are you doing down there?  The
floor is clean."

I pushed my hand up her skirt, tracing the inside of her thighs.  I felt
the lip of her thigh high stockings.  Fran became stiff realizing what I
was doing.  "I don't think this is proper for a hostess.  Except at the
Playboy Mansion."

My fingers reached the point I was after and I delicately brushed them
over her underwear.  In her Jewish American Princess way she let out a
small, "Ooooooooh.  You are talented."

I pushed her skirt up, and Fran did not say a word.  My hand cupped one
of her firm ass cheeks.  For a woman in her forties, she had a rear like
a twenty year old.  "We haven't even scratched the surface of my
talents."

My lips fell on the portion of her ass exposed, while my fingers pressed
up into her pussy.  Fran parted her legs some and leaned a bit over the
counter.  I pushed her underwear aside more, my lips kissing all of her
ass cheek.  I could faintly smell her excitement.  My fingers pressed up
harder into her cunt and she breathed out, "Do you want dessert before
the main course?"

"You know what I want to eat," I told her moving her underwear away from
her pussy.  She had a nice forest of bush, and I could see the moisture
clinging to the hairs like dew on blades of grass.  Lapping along her
slit, I made my way all the way back to her butt cheeks.  I grabbed the
underwear and pulled it down.  Fran didn't step out of them but did push
her ass out more.

"This is so wrong.  What if someone comes in?"

"Don't let them come around the corner," I told her before diving in on
her pussy.  I sucked her for a good five minutes and then slid a finger
up her trench.  Fran was breathing heavier but she never lost her cool
until my breath blew over her ass. "Ooooooooh, you kinky stud.  Do that
to me again."

I followed her instructions and her firm thighs tightened and I felt her
pelvis give a lurch.  My fingers wiggled in her and she let out a groan,
and I knew she had had a small orgasm.  Taking the cue, I blew on her
ass again and then pressed my tongue against it.  Just then the door
from the living room swung open.

I heard a man's voice, "Fran.  There you are."

"Hi," she croaked, as my tongue pressed up deeper.

"Are you okay?

"Sure," she said, fluffing her hair.  I pulled away from her ass, but my
fingers were still up her cunt.

"You look flushed," he said.

"It's the excitement of, uh, of, uh, of the party," she managed to get
out.  "I never know what to expect."

"It looks like you got that stain out," he told her.  "I think Stanley's
little playmate bimbo is pretty sloshed."

"Yeah," she whispered, my hand still working her, while my lips kissed
the back of her thighs.  "You never know what kind of, uh, of person
will, uh, come to my parties."

"That's for sure.  Markie Post brought a boy half her age!"

"Oohhh, but he's darling,"  she managed to get out as I felt her pussy
quiver again.

"Well, you're coming back out soon?"

"Yeah.  Dinner will be out, uh, soon."

I heard the door swing shut and she twisted down to look at me, "What
the hell was that all about?"

"You got off," I countered.

"Well, yeah but we coulda been caught,"  She pushed her skirt down and
then pulled up her panties, moving away from me.  "I don't think that
old fart wanted to see you snooping around my privates.

"I think he would have liked it.  Is that it?"

"For now.  Or will Markie be taking you back?"

I rose up, patting her ass, "I'm yours for as long as you want me."

"Don't make an offer like that," she shot back as I started for the
door.  "I might want to keep you, gorgeous."


Dinner passed without much incident.  Well, except for her constant
groping.  Which I didn't mind at all.  There's something quite
exhilarating about Fran Drescher pulling your cock from your pants to
jack you off while people have a polite dinner conversation.  Heck the
only person who could have seen was Markie and she spotted it,
whispering in my ear that I shouldn't come on my pants.  I almost did,
but I removed Fran's hand, saving myself from an embarrassing situation.

The party moved back to the living room for dessert.  Throughout dessert
I would casually whisper to Fran how much I wanted to make love to her.
She would pat my leg and laugh before whispering back it would only be a
matter of time.  The evening wore on and couples seemed to be leaving,
although I couldn't recall everybody taking off.  Markie was the last to
leave and we led her to the door.

"So you don't mind if your toy stays the night?" Fran asked her friend
hugging her good-bye,

"Trust me, you'll thank me for this forever," Markie said back.  She
gave me a hug and kiss good-bye.  We watched her trot down the stairs to
her car.  As soon as the engine started Fran slammed the door and I spun
her into it, kissing her deeply.

We kissed for a few seconds, while she pulled my shirt from my pants.
Her hands tried to open the buttons, but I didn't let her get anywhere,
dropping to my knees again.  I kissed my way up her knee and then one of
those amazing legs.  She pulled her skirt up, showing me her wet
underwear.  I nuzzled into her snatch and Fran moaned.  I grabbed her
underwear and yanked it down, exposing her neatly trimmed black pubes.

Fran threw a leg over my shoulder as I sucked at her box.  All of the
flirting had kept her pretty darn wet.  My tongue found her clit,
tickling it and driving the Nanny nuts.  I felt her legs shaking as
another orgasm rocked her body.   I slid up her body kissing her chest
through her turtleneck shirt.  Our lips found each other and we kissed,
Fran laughing.  "This is so amazing.  Like a birthday present."

I pulled my hard-on out of my pants and pressed it up into her.  Fran
let out a groan and she reared back.  I grabbed her thigh, lifting it up
as I fucked her.  I wanted better leverage though.  I lifted her other
leg, and she let out another groan, "You stud!"

I carried her, still impaled on my dick to the living room.  I could
have tried the stairs, but I'd had a bad experience with that maneuver
once.  Once was enough.

I placed her on the sofa, where her friends had been an hour earlier and
Fran looked on me with excitement.  Holding her legs back, I began
sliding in and out of her cunny.  I glanced down, looking at the lewd
scene.  My glistening shaft slid in and out of her wet, hairy pussy.
Her thighs jiggled slightly with each downward stroke.  Fran reached
out, rubbing her clit.  Her pelvis began moving in time with my strokes
and she had a far off look in her eyes.  I stopped fucking her, keeping
myself in to the hilt.

I began unbuttoning my shirt when she reached up, fingers wet with
juice, and did it for me.  Her hands slid over my chest as she parted my
shirt.  I let it fall behind me as her long red fingernails found my
nipples.  She pinched them and I cried out, moving my dick in circles as
if churning butter.  Her pussy slurped as I moved around.

"That's amazing," she told me in her nasally voice.  I pulled out of
her, my dick dripping with juices.  I held it toward her face and she
shook her head, "I don't think so buster.  I don't do that."

"Fair enough," I told her, stepping back and dropping my pants.  She
stood up and dropped her skirt and then pulled her shirt over her head.
She turned around, reaching for her bra strap.

"Honey, could you get that?" she asked.  I did so and she let it fall.
I stepped up behind her, my hard-on pressing against Fran's bare ass.
My hands slipped up her thin ribcage, cupping her small tits.  I
squeezed them, my thumbs pinching her nipples.  Fran rocked back into
me, her hand grabbing my head and pulling it to her lips.  We kissed
deeply, our bodies rocking in the middle of the living room.

Fran turned around and pushed me back to an easy chair.  She still had
on her thigh high stockings and high heels and I stroked at my dick,
looking at those legs.  She looked on me, surprised, her hands brushing
over her body.  "Do you find me sexy?"

"I'm gonna come looking at you," I told her and she let out a laugh.
She kneeled on the chair, Fran's pussy hovering over my dick.  She got
in close to me, allowing our lips to meet.  We kissed deeply, as my
hands kneaded her ass cheeks.  Fran reached down, grasping my throbbing
cock.  She slid down on my tool, her smile growing, long black hair
flowing over her back.

"There it is," I told her, shoving up to meet her.  Fran's eyes bugged
out as my abdomen met her crotch.  I began thrusting up faster and Fran
bounced on me, her breasts jiggling on me.  I grabbed at those tits,
pushing them up while she cried out on my dick.  I reached down, my
thumb finding her clit.  She let out another scream, her black hair
going everywhere as she thrashed on my dick.  She grabbed the back of
the chair, body undulating, pussy contracting, her orgasm going through
her body.

Fran suddenly leaned back, arching her back deeply.  My cock was
stretched in her cunt as she still rocked her pelvis on me.  Fran took
my hand, and leaned back more, her hair brushing the ground.  Her
stomach muscles tightened and rippled as she rode me more.  I rubbed at
her lower stomach and then found her trigger again.  Fran whipped left
and right while still riding me, crying out, "Yeah!  Yeah!  Yeah!"

I pulled her back up to me, trying to get her to slow down so I wouldn't
come.  Her mouth mashed into mine, her long black hair falling over me
completely.  She still moved her pelvis.  I rose up some and settled her
to the floor.  I pushed Fran's leg's skyward and took her ankles.  Fran
licked her fingers and began frigging herself as I fucked her long and
hard.    My balls slapped at her upturned ass, my penis driving all the
way to her pussy.  Fran screamed out again, her throat muscles
tightening along with all her body.

I pulled out of her and flipped her over.  Fran was lying flat out, ass
lifted up and toward me.  I straddled her thighs and guided my dick back
into her pussy.  Fran grunted, tightening her ass cheeks and her pussy.
I rocked on her, sliding our bodies on the rug.   We were just fucking
fast and furious now.  Sweat poured off my body and I reached up,
grasping the back of her arms, fucking her faster.

I felt come boil up in my body, my balls clutching my body.  I finally
released it, come blasting hard and long into her.  I continued fucking
Fran until my orgasm stopped completely.  I withdrew my dick, and kissed
her thin, back.  I pushed her luxurious hair aside, dragging kisses up
to her neck.  She twisted, kissing me and I slipped down beside her.  We
made out with me spooning her, my hands playing with her tits.


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