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My Night with Marilyn
by Aquamarine77 (address withheld)
***
A story about a guy remembering an encounter he had with
the goddess of the silver screen, Marilyn Monroe. (MF,
oral, anal, celeb-parody)
***
I can't quite remember the year - probably either '59 or
'60. I had been a struggling journalist for years in
Hollywood - I had a few good breaks, but I was still
virtually a nobody. I hung around bars on the Sunset
Strip, hoping to catch some big star in the middle of
something seedy, take their picture, and get a big story
on them. It was just such a night, in just such a bar,
when I met Marilyn Monroe.
I was sitting at the bar having a few drinks - Jack
Daniels and coke - when I spotted a lovely blonde at a
corner table, all by herself. Now, I was on duty
somewhat, but even journalists get horny. I sauntered
over to the table to make my move.
"Hi there Miss... Wouldya like some company?" I tried to
sound amiable, not like some sleazy bar-fly. The blonde
looked up. It took me a second to realize who it was. It
was Marilyn Monroe, THE Marilyn. The delectable blonde
goddess who was the princess of every wet dream in the
world. And she was here, in a seedy Sunset Strip bar.
"Oh...oh... uhh..." She looked a bit flustered and
closed the script she had been reading. "Sure Mr., sit
down. To tell you the truth, I was kinda lonely anyway."
She then noticed my camera. Her eyes darkened.
"Oh..you're a journalist", she spat, saying the word
'journalist' as though it were the name of a new STD.
"Now wait just a second!" I sputtered. "It's not like
that. In fact I had no idea who you were till I came
over here!" I removed the roll of blank film from the
camera and set it in the ashtray.
"Feel better now?" I said. Marilyn grinned and nodded. I
motioned for the bartender and ordered us two martinis.
I still could hardly believe it. I was having drinks
with Marilyn Monroe. She was gorgeous, but without the
artificial glamour of the movies. She wore a figure
hugging, sleeveless black dress and black pumps. She
fluttered her big blue eyes at me and grinned. If I
didn't know any better, I'd have thought she was
flirting with me. But being who she was, that was
probably how she acted with everyone.
After we had a few martinis I could tell she was getting
tipsy. Then the unbelievable happened. She stood, and
put on her fur wrap, and said to me, "Would you like to
come to my hotel room? I'm having my apartment painted
this weekend, so I had to take a hotel room for now".
Trying to act cool and unsurprised, I agreed, and we
began to walk to her hotel. Inside I was going nuts. I
was just invited up to Marilyn Monroe's hotel room! Boy,
every fellow in the world would kill to be in my shoes
tonight. Still, I thought, no need to jump to
conclusions. She's probably just lonely and wants some
company, I told myself. But the thought of banging
America's love goddess wouldn't get out of my mind, and
to keep my cock from getting ahead of itself, I made
small talk with Marilyn as we walked.
Finally we were in her room. We looked at each other
awkwardly and smiled. She sat down on the couch and lit
a cigarette, and motioned for me to join her. I sat next
to her and stared. Her hair was almost platinum - the
palest blonde possible. It hung in small curls and waves
around her face. Her skin wasn't pale nor tan - but a
smooth, soft-looking peaches and cream color.
The little black dress she was wearing clung to her
figure as she sat, and was riding up her thighs,
revealing to me the tops of her stockings. She didn't
seem to notice. Her ruby-red mouth curled around her
cigarette and she began to chatter: about her latest
movie, about her bitchy co-stars, about her latest
divorce.
Suddenly she became saddened. She looked up at me with
those sad doe eyes and in her hushed little girl voice
(which was slightly slurred now, thanks to those
martinis), said to me, "Would you believe it? I'm
supposed to be America's sex goddess and I've never even
had a good lay?"
Such candid talk from her caught me off guard, and also
aroused me. I thought of what to say, but she continued.
"I mean, I've had movie stars, leading men, big shot
producers, sports heroes, you name it - not one of them
any good! Maybe I'm just frigid. Or maybe sex isn't
supposed to be great. In that case I don't know what the
big deal is about!"
I stared at her, this lovely, voluptuous creature before
me, not believing my ears. How unfortunate, how ironic
that a sex goddess has never even enjoyed sex! I made up
my mind then and there that before I left Marilyn's
hotel room that night, she certainly would know what the
big deal was about.
I moved closer to her, looking into her vast, pale blue
eyes.
"Maybe you don't need big shot famous guys. Maybe you
just need a regular old guy to show you what it's all
about. Have you ever thought of that?"
With that I grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her.
At first she was taken aback and tried to move away, but
then she fell into my kiss, making small moans in her
throat. I kissed her like that, deep and hard, for
several minutes, just savoring the feeling of kissing a
screen queen - a privilege usually reserved for the
handsome, rich Casanova-types.
I pulled away from her. Her eyes were still closed, and
she looked as though she were caught in a dream-state.
She said nothing as she rose and took my hand and led me
back to the bedroom.
Once there, I kissed her again, this time pressing my
body completely against hers.
My cock was growing impatient, wanting attention, ready
to cum on the spot as the bombshell's impressive bosom
pressed into me. I tried to calm myself down mentally. I
wasn't going to cum anytime soon - this would be
Marilyn's first night of real pleasure, and I wasn't
going to rush it.
She coiled her arms around my neck. Still kissing her, I
began running my hands up and down her body, making an
exciting discovery. What the tabloids always said was
true - Marilyn Monroe really didn't wear a bra. Yet her
breasts seem to defy every known law of gravity, firm
and pointing straight out at me. I ran my hands down to
her tiny waist, and over her luscious hips, where I made
another discovery: Feeling no panty lines, I supposed
the other rumor I had heard about her was true also -
she didn't wear any underwear at all.
I noticed she smelled like expensive perfume - Chanel
No. 5 perhaps? - as I nuzzled at her neck and ears. Her
moans became louder and more excited, and she threw her
head back in abandon.
I found the zipper at the back of her dress and unzipped
her. She pulled away from me and let the dress fall to
the floor. Now she was wearing nothing but sheer
stockings and black heels. And Chanel No. 5, of course.
Now folks, a lot has been made about how voluptuous
Marilyn Monroe was in comparison to the actresses today.
This is absolutely true. In all my years as a
journalist, interviewing tons of people from all walks
of life, I have never seen a finer figure. People today
try and say she was fat, but oh no! They never saw her
like I saw her. She stood there nearly naked before me
and I tried to drink it all in: The gravity defying,
perfectly rounded jutting breasts, the well-toned
stomach, the small waist flowing into the curve of
womanly hips, the shapely legs, accentuated by the
stockings and heels. Her pubic hair was trimmed, and a
dark honey-blonde color.
Marilyn looked up at me expectantly. I didn't know what
to say, so I grabbed her and picked her up, and carried
her over to the bed. I climbed on top of her, kissing
her wildly and running my hands over her warm, creamy,
flawless skin. She felt good, pinned down underneath me.
I moved down her body, forcing myself to take it slow.
How I wanted to ravage her, right then and there! But
no, then I'd be like all the others. I had to please her
first, I had to make her scream, moan, sigh with
pleasure.
I worked on one of her nipples with my tongue, pleased
at her reaction. She gyrated her hips against me and
squealed with glee. I continued to play with her nipple
with my mouth, and my hand moved to the other one,
twisting and teasing it. Her breast felt good in my
hand, heavy, unbelievably firm. Unlike most women's
tits, that slide into their armpits when they lay down,
hers stayed exactly the same, perfectly firm and
upright.
I looked up at her. Her mouth was open, breathing hard,
her hair was tousled and in her face, her eyes were
closed. "No one's gonna believe me when I tell them
about this", I thought, laughing to myself.
I slid down her body more, licking and kissing her
tummy. I felt her stomach muscles twitch and jump at my
touch. I moved one hand underneath her, curling my arm
around her waist. With the other I began stroking the
inside of her thigh.
She reached down and began grabbing at my hair, gasping
a little.
I moved my hand down and stroked the outside of her box
softly, marveling at how silky the hair was. Marilyn was
gyrating even more now, arching her back and humping at
my hand. I realized she was becoming impatient, so I
quickly moved down her body.
Face to face with a sex goddess's twat.
Before I dove in, I first explored her, running my
finger over her folds, over her little button, dipping
slightly into her wetness. She sat up sharply.
"What are you doing?!?" she exclaimed, alarmed.
I laughed. "What, your big shot movie producers never
did this for you? Just relax, you'll love it."
She looked at me, unsure, but lay back anyway.
I began slowly working her clit with my tongue, making
circles around it, increasing pressure gradually.
"Ooohh!!!" she cooed in that famous sex kitten voice.
She bucked her hips against me, making it hard for me to
keep my mouth on her. I reached up to hold her hips in
place.
I went in for the kill, sucking at her clit just hard
enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain. I
moved one of my fingers into her wet, eager opening,
then two, then three. I worked them in and out of her
while I sucked her clit, which I guess she liked,
because she suddenly slipped out of her submissive
stance and began issuing orders.
"Faster! Harder, dammit!"
I obeyed, jabbing my fingers harder and deeper into her,
and licking her clit as fast as humanly impossible.
"Oh! Jesus! Fuck!" Was the response I got, and she
ground her twat into my face as I pushed her over the
edge of what could've been her first orgasm. She grabbed
my hair and pushed my face into her box as she rode her
climax. I looked up briefly to see her beautiful face
contorted by the throes of ecstasy. Her wetness poured
now, and her passageway was gripping my fingers with the
spasms of her orgasm.
Finally it subsided, and her muscles relaxed. I licked
at her ample juices, noting how sweet she tasted. I
crawled my way back up to the bed and lay next to her,
watching her recover.
At last she looked at me, beaming. "That was just
amazing. I've never felt anything like that before!
Thank you." Suddenly she became aware of the fact that I
was still dressed, still unsatisfied, still rock hard
and waiting.
"Oh..I'm sorry! You're probably getting blue balls by
now, or something." She giggled and pushed me on my
back, unzipping my pants.
"Oh Marilyn. You don't have to do that. I'm sure you've
had to do that to a million of those greedy big shot
producers, and you probably hate it."
What was I saying? Of course I wanted her to suck my
cock. Luckily, she said, "Well, you're right - I have
done it a lot. But I want to do this for you, you've
done so much for me already."
She smiled sweetly and pulled out my 7 inch cock, which
was already oozing pre-cum. With all the skill she had
acquired as a budding starlet, she leaned down and
wrapped her luscious red lips around the head. She slid
it slowly into her mouth and down her throat, working
the underside with her tongue. She pulled it back, still
sucking, and back in, and out, increasing the intensity
with each time. One of her hands was gripped around the
base of my cock, the other was fondling my balls. I had
a great view of the whole thing - the famous movie star
face, which had graced a million magazines, sliding up
and down my stiff dick, her breasts bobbing and slapping
together a little with her movements.
She was working it so fast that I knew I was about to
cum soon. I watched her tits, now slapping together
hard, and concentrated on her warm little mouth,
bringing me to climax.
"Shit!" was all I could get out as I began spurting. I
kept my eyes open, because I just had to see her swallow
my cum. But to my surprise she pulled away and jacked me
off with her hand, aiming my dick at her chest.
Realizing what was about to happen, I came so hard it
nearly hurt - squirting all over her tits. Some landed
on her chin and some in her hair. She kept pumping till
I was completely drained, and then she spread my cum all
over her chest with her hands, grinning at me.
Jesus! No one had ever given me head like that. But
then, no one had ever had so much experience, not like
Marilyn.
Normally, it took me awhile to get my cock ready to go
again, but not this time. About 5 minutes later, I was
hard again. We were both lying on the bed, her still
naked, when she noticed my hard-on.
"I thought I took care of that!" she laughed. I smiled
at her and rolled on top of her, sliding my cock over
her box. She moaned lightly, scrambling out from
underneath me and getting on all fours.
"This way, this is how I want it."
Naturally, I wasn't about to argue with
Marilyn Monroe, naked with her ass in the air, waiting
for me, so I positioned myself behind her. Taking hold
of her waist with one hand, I led my cock into her with
my other. Wow! For someone who had supposedly been
around, she sure was tight. My cock rammed into her.
I began fucking her at a steady, even speed, relishing
her moans and squeals. I leaned back so I could see it
all: My big, engorged cock and her gorgeous ass.
Although it was pretty firm, it jiggled a little each
time I slammed into her. I leaned forward and grabbed
hold of her swaying tits, pinching the nipples as she
cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. I was about to
start playing with her clit, hoping to make her cum
again, when she stopped suddenly and pulled away.
Wordlessly, Marilyn pushed me on my back and climbed on
top of me. She slowly mounted my cock, easing all 7
inches into her twat. She arched her back and moaned.
Her hands were running through her hair, which was a
platinum tangled mess by now, and over her breasts,
making her nipples hard. She bounced up and down on my
dick, her tits bouncing with her. She was building up
speed, slamming down on my cock harder and harder, her
cunt twitching and convulsing, gripping and hugging my
cock tight.
I could feel myself nearing another orgasm when suddenly
she fell forward on me, grabbing my wrists and holding
me down. Marilyn's tits slapped against my chest as she
rode me hard. Her eyes were no longer sad doe eyes, but
instead the hungry, wild, primal eyes of a lustful
woman. She stared into my eyes as she came, gritting her
teeth and hollering.
As soon as her orgasm ended, and she stopped holding me
down, I rolled over on top of her to finish. Raising her
legs up and slinging them over my shoulders, I pounded
into her twat, eager to shoot my load into America's
number one bombshell. I clenched my teeth and fucked
her, trying to push in deeper each time. Marilyn's body
became alive again too, jumping and moving, and I
realized I must be hitting her G spot. I thumbed at her
clit a little and she came again, this time pulling me
with her. Her tight, soaked, velvety, spasming pussy
milked my cock clean, and I shot deep and hard into her.
She was gasping, trying to get her breath, and I pulled
out of her. My seed and her juices spilled out from her
twat. I started to lay back on the bed with her, but I
realized she was exhausted, and I should probably go.
I smiled at her, and sensing my departure, she jumped up
and put on a robe.
"I'll see you out," she said, and I tucked my cock into
my pants as she led me into the front room.
We smiled at each other and I hugged her. "Thanks for a
great night, Marilyn," I said.
"No! Thank you... I mean... I've never had sex like that
before. Most men are so greedy and just think of
themselves. This was just so wonderful."
I kissed her forehead and told her to take care of
herself. I bounded down the steps and into the street.
If I hadn't have smelled like Chanel No. 5, I'd been
convinced it was all a dream. But no, I had really
fucked Marilyn Monroe, and what's more, I got her off -
not once, but three times. I gave her a night of
pleasure, which I guess she needed, considering how sad
and lonely she always was.
**
A couple of years later, Marilyn died. I remember
feeling so sad. Even though we didn't share much
conversation that night, she really was a sweet,
beautiful girl that I'll never forget.
I'm an old man now, and I've long since passed my
womanizing days. I got married, had kids, and now I'm a
proud grandfather. But I still think about that
wonderful night in L.A., in that hotel room - my night
with Marilyn.
END
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