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Archive name: foster.txt (MF, alcohol, preg, celeb)
Authors name: Seal 6 (Anon-address)
Story title : Jodie Foster: Sugar

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Jodie Foster: Sugar (MF, alcohol, preg, celeb)
by Seal 6 (Anon-address)

***

Some of you are wondering who's sperm got Jodie Foster 
pregnant, and how she went about it all. It's quite a 
story, so get a beer, some chips, and sit the fuck back 
and listen. This cockbreath's no-shitter. 

When Hinkley shot the President, Casey of CIA was 
briefed within eight minutes. The suspect mentioned 
Jodie Foster's name. Casey remembered that she was 
attending Yale in New Haven, so he did a computer search 
to see who he had in the area. Agent "Sugar" was on 
campus visiting his younger brother, so Casey beeped 
him. Sixteen minutes after the attack, "Sugar" was 
directed by Casey to remove Foster to site 10QA by Lear 
Jet. 

"Sugar" was one of five agents that answered directly to 
Casey. He stood 5' 10", weighted 178, had an IQ of 160+, 
spoke eight languages, was an expert in hand to hand 
combat, and was the best pistol shot within forty feet 
that the SEAL training ever produced.

An orphan, he was raised by an Alaska Bear Guide until 
he was sixteen. When the Guide died while hunting, the 
man he was guiding brought him to South Philly to live, 
where he learned to speak Polish, German, French, and 
Spanish. He was middleweight Golden Glove champion for 
Pennsylvania. His SAT scores got him into Yale. He was a 
SEAL officer until Casey met him and hired him to be the 
Directors enforcer. 

A CIA operator put Sugar through to Ms. Foster. He knew 
that she had two Campus Cops with her, so he spoke to 
her in French. In general terms Sugar explained that he 
had been directed to insure her safety, and if she 
agreed, that he would do so. "Yes, of course," Jodie 
answered. She was instructed to dress down, remove her 
makeup, wear jeans and to look for an old BMW out her 
side window. After she was in the car, the Campus Cops 
drove away with sirens and lights on to put on a show to 
distract from the BMW going in the other direction. 

Using military clearances, Lear 825LJ was soon at 51,000 
feet west bound. Four hours later, it landed at a strip 
and facility known only to a handful of people. In a 
small cabin on a lake nearby Sugar and Ms. Foster could 
relax for the first time in hours. Foster, a master of 
observation and reading of people, at first could not 
put a handle on Sugar. His voice was whisper quite. He 
walked without sound, like an Indian, yet his eyes held 
hers like a predator when he addressed her. 

After a thick steak, good wine and salad, they both 
relaxed. In passing, Jodie used a Shakespearean quote. 
Sugar completed the entire passage, in old English. She 
had a script she was considering. She read her part, 
while he read all the others, giving each a different 
accent. The man was a joy to be around, yet under it 
all, she knew there was another part of him that would 
put great fear into a man up to no good. 

When it was determined that Hinkley was acting alone, 
Foster was returned to New Haven. 

Sugar spent two years, working alone in the Middle East 
doing little jobs for Casey. Very dangerous dirty little 
jobs! He plinked several double agents, as well as a 
"King" or two. Upon his return, he retired from the CIA 
and operated a Jet charter service for VIP and US 
Marshall clients. Several years passed. 

The Limo stopped short of the Lear and his passenger 
walked to the steps. Sugar saw at once that he would be 
flying Ms. Foster again. She never noticed who was 
flying her single pilot until they were level at 41,000 
and he asked her in French if she wished to join him in 
the cockpit. With a hand waving and a spiel of poetry, 
she climbed into the copilots seat. On the spur of the 
moment, she asked him if there was anyplace he could 
take her where they could be alone, instead of Palm 
Springs where she had wanted to go. He knew of ten 
places. 

Eighty miles north east of Flagstaff they landed at 
another of the no name strips. Jodie was now a star 
commanding eight million a picture. One hell of a classy 
lady, with only one little catch. She was a lesbian. 
After another good meal, she got serious and told Sugar 
that she wanted to have a child, using his sperm. She 
would have a doctor place it in her. She would pay 
$500,000.00 for it and a contract giving up all parental 
right, and nondisclosure.

"Shit, Jodie, your money don't mean diddly squat to me, 
but your friendship does," Sugar replied. "You let me 
deliver it the old fashion way and I'll sign the 
contracts for nothing. I will tell you that I'll track 
that young one and make sure that no one interferes into 
her or his life, but always in the shadows." 

Jodie frowned, and said that was not what she had 
planned. That night, they drove to a nearby town. In 
worn cowboy garb, no one noticed them in the bar they 
were at. Jodie and Sugar danced. Jodie, being a 
professional, could really shake it. Other men asked her 
to dance. She put on a sexy show, and downed several 
boilermakers. 

Drunk, drunk, shitfaced drunk. Sugar helped Jodie into 
the cabin. He sat her on the bed. Pulled her boots off, 
and then undid her large belt. What the hell, off came 
her pants and then her shirt and bra. Jodie was awake, 
and just looked up at him. He sat on the end of the bed. 
Had a hard time staying upright. He undressed and went 
into the John to pee and wash up. When he came out he 
picked her up and put her on the John, telling her to 
pee. Jodie began to laugh, saying; "The completely 
organized man." 

Sugar put her back on the bed and lay down beside her. 
"Fuck this," he said to himself, as he rolled between 
her legs and put his mouth near her pussy. She did not 
move as his lips kissed up both legs and finally found 
her clit. Jodie moaned when his tongue ran the length of 
her pussy. He slid upward and his stiff member found her 
virgin slit.

Three pushes were needed to get the head past the 
opening. Then as he eased it into her, he could feel the 
wet softness of her pussy grip his manhood. She resisted 
as he lifted her legs upward to offer his throbbing cock 
full and unguarded passage to her insides. All seven, 
thick inches were now in her. He went into a humping 
frenzy.

The drinks had made it impossible for him to cum for at 
least half an hour, so he just pounded his meat in and 
out and in and out. She only weights 102 pounds and at 
5'3" is a tiny woman. As his ass traveled its path, her 
little legs were flailing out on each side.

Eyes closed, her head went from side to side and then 
the sound all men know, the moan and spoken words of a 
woman in orgasm. "Yess, Oohhh, Yes. Ohhhhhhh Yesss."

Lesbian or not, they all orgasm the same, Sugar thought. 
Sugar rolled her over and dog humped her with her on her 
hands and knees. She came again. Sugar presented his 
cock to her to suck on as he gather himself for more 
pumping. 

Jodie was into it now as she took most of his shaft into 
her mouth and sucked it. Sugar could feel his balls 
tighten, so he rolled her over and with her legs by her 
head, gave her the hardest pounding he could deliver. 
Jodie and Sugar both cum at the same time. He rolled 
off, while she keep her legs by her head. She explained 
to Sugar that that position kept the sperm near her 
uterus. 

After a sandwich and some orange juice, Sugar climbed 
onto her again. Jodie laughed and said; "You feel better 
then my toys at home, that's for sure. Hmmm, I'll just 
pretend that you're Ann H. this time." With that she 
opened her legs wide to accept the advancing throbbing 
penis.

Sugar ran it in with one push and then, as all men will, 
began long slow thrusts to enjoy to the fullest the 
second fuck of the evening. By the end of the fourth go, 
she was sore, so they went to sleep. Several times the 
next day they joined together to breed her. The next day 
Sugar dropped her off in LA. 

Six months later, when it was know that she was 
pregnant, two bad guys thought she would be a good 
target for a kidnap. It's sort of a mystery, but both 
were found with .22 shorts in their brain, dead. You 
might say that Jodie had a "Sugar Daddy" watching over 
her. 

That, friends, is a no shitter. 

END

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