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Archive name: pam-and.txt (MF, mc, celeb)
Authors name: Tranceman (Anon address)
Story title : Sex with Pamela Anderson

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Sex with Pamela Anderson (MF, mc, celeb)
Tranceman (Anon address)

***

Being a "gopher" wasn't the worst job in the world. Mark 
had certainly had ones a hell of a lot worse. Sure, he 
got yelled at and treated like crap sometimes by the 
directors and crew but that had happened a lot before in 
other jobs and he was used to it. For Mark, that was a 
very small price to pay to be near a living goddess.

Okay, so it would be a stretch to say that working on the 
set of "VIP" made Mark a bosom buddy to Pamela Anderson 
but he did get a lot closer to her than most other guys 
could dream of. Sure, it was mostly just to run her a 
bottle of water or something, but he did talk to her from 
time to time, which was a thrill in itself. 

Like any big star, Pam was a bit hard to get a read on. 
Sometimes, she was kind and considerate. Other times, 
when the shoots were running long and tempers frayed, she 
could be a bitch. But she did make the effort to learn 
Mark's name and thank him sometimes. 

Pam had something of an exotic air to her, no matter her 
attempts to act like a normal girl. Part of that was her 
incredible beauty, long blond hair framing that gorgeous 
face, her body putting a strain on any outfit she had to 
wear. She seemed almost too perfect to be real.

Another reason could be the fact that virtually every man 
in the country knew what she looked like naked thanks to 
her bevy of "Playboy" pictorials and her tight and 
revealing outfits on television left little to the 
imagination. 

Put it together with her tabloid encounters and Internet 
videos of her and Tommy doing it; Pam was enough to make 
any man want her and more than one guy on the set wished 
he could "accidentally" walk into her in a revealing 
moment but her bevy of bodyguards prevented that.

However, Mark was patient and, more importantly, 
observant. He knew Pam could be alone at times, which was 
what he hoped for. Unlike most of the other guys, who 
could only dream, Mark had plans to get something from 
Pam in a way that would mean no trouble for him or her 
for that matter. Mainly since Pam wouldn't know about it.

It was a cool day for shooting, which made it a bit 
uncomfortable for Pam, given that in her scenes, she wore 
only a loose tan top, arms and a bit of cleavage exposed 
with a mini skirt. Shooting had to be tricky so as not to 
pick up her obviously erect nipples under the shirt, 
which every man found himself drawn to.

They were taking a break from shooting while they got 
ready for the next scene and, as usual, Pam was wandering 
to a quiet part of the lot, away from all the hustle and 
bustle. She had done it before and Mark knew few people 
bothered her at those times so he was given a golden 
opportunity to put his plan into action. 

He carefully moved up behind Pam, noticing how the cool 
breeze blew her hair slightly. "Hi," he said.

Pam turned to him, offering him a light smile. "Hey," she 
said. "How's it going?"

"I was going to ask the same," Mark said. "You look a bit 
tired out."

"Ah, nothing big," Pam shrugged, brushing some blonde 
hair out of her eyes. "It just gets to me after a bit, 
that's all... all the pressure, you know."

"Well, I do have a method for dealing with that," Mark 
said, taking advantage of the opening. "It's something I 
do to help me relax." He reached into his pocket and 
pulled out a blue crystal attached to a chain. He hung it 
a few inches before Pam's pretty face, letting it swing 
gently in the breeze.

"Try this out, you'll feel better in no time. just watch 
the crystal, Pam, watch it swing back and forth, back and 
forth, watch the crystal, Pam, watch the pretty crystal 
swing, back and forth, back and forth, just watch it 
swing, Pam, just watch it swing back and forth, back and 
forth, watch the crystal, back and forth, Pam, back and 
forth."

Pam watched the crystal, her face relaxing as Mark talked 
to her softly, leading her skillfully and quickly into a 
trance. "You're feeling sleepy now, Pam, you're feeling 
very, very sleepy, so very sleepy, Pam, so very, very 
sleepy. As you watch the crystal swing back and forth, 
back and forth, you just feel more and more sleepy, Pam, 
more and more sleepy as it swings back and forth, back 
and forth, more and more sleepy, Pam, you're so very, 
very sleepy."

"Sleeeeeeeepy..." Pam whispered, her eyes fluttering as 
she followed the swinging crystal. 

"Yes, Pam, you're so sleepy, so very, very sleepy, you 
want to close your eyes and sleep, Pam, you want to close 
your eyes now and sleep, go into a deep sleep, Pam, a 
deep sleep, go into a very deep, deep sleep. Sleep, 
sleep, deep sleep."

Pam's eyes shut and Mark lowered the crystal and watched 
her, noting her entranced face. She was a terrific 
subject, going under much faster than he had expected. 
"Okay, Pam, listen to me carefully. I'm going to start 
giving you instructions and you'll want to follow them 
all the way, Pam, all the way."

"All the waaaaaay..." Pam whispered as Mark continued to 
speak to her. 

***

Dusk was beginning to fall and the crew was breaking up 
for the night, getting ready for the morning's shoots. 
The cast were moving to their own trailers, Pam's the 
most large and lavish of the bunch of course. Mark licked 
his lips as he came up to it, knocking three times.

"Come in," he heard Pam say. 

Mark opened the door and entered, looking about the 
nicely furnished trailer before his eyes fell on Pam. He 
felt his eyes bug out at the sight of her completely 
naked body. Okay, he had seen it before, but this was 
different, she was here in the flesh, her large breasts 
and exposed pussy right in front of him. She was a sex 
machine, he was instantly hard.

"Thanks for dropping by, Mark," Pam said, apparently not 
noticing she was naked. Which, thanks to Mark's hypnotic 
skills, she didn't, thus giving Mark an up-close and 
personal look at her incredible bod exposed.

Pam frowned as she came forward. "Say, Mark, I kind of 
forgot. Why did I ask you here, anyway?"

"Maybe it was to see this," Mark said, holding the 
crystal back up. Pam's eyes tracked its swinging movement 
for a few seconds before shutting and sending her back 
into a trance.

"You're asleep again, Pam," Mark said. "Asleep and naked 
and you feel so good, so very good that way, Pam. But you 
want to feel better, Pam, you want to feel better, you 
want to feel sexy. Do you want to feel sexy, Pam?"

"Yeahhhhh..." Pam whispered.

With that, Mark moved forward and hugged her, kissing her 
full on the lips. Pam's hands moved down his back, 
squeezing his ass as he moved his hands to her's, rubbing 
those wonderful cheeks, hearing Pam moan through the kiss 
as her arousal grew.

In seconds, Mark was naked and sprawled on the bed, Pam 
straddling him and riding his cock like a wild woman. Her 
blonde hair bounced with every move forward, just like 
her huge full breasts. She kept moaning as she rode 
Mark's rod.

"Oh, yeah..." he hissed as he moved his hands up to her 
breasts, cupping and squeezing them hard.

"Oh, YEAHHH!" Pamela let out as she let him knead her 
tits, pinching the nipples as she continued to work her 
pussy onto his cock.

"Keep it up, baby, keep it up!" Mark hissed as he pushed 
her breasts together, loving the look of savage lust on 
Pam's face as he kept up the handwork on her chest, his 
cock working in and out of her pussy with every thrust of 
her body.

"Oh, yeah, baby, do it like that!" Pam yelled. "Oh, yeah, 
do it like that, do it, do it, DO IT!" Pam threw herself 
back as Mark shot his wad into her with a "FUCK, 
YEAHHHH!" The two lovers shivered in ecstasy as their 
massive orgasms rushed through their sweating passion 
raked bodies.

Mark pulled himself out of Pamela and moved her onto her 
back. He took a moment to look at her wonderful chest, 
the object of so many of his fantasies and moved his face 
to them, reaching his tongue out to lick her nipples as 
he pushed her breasts together. He took a few minutes to 
let his face explore her gorgeous tits, then moved up, 
pushing his cock to Pam's face.

"Suck my cock Pam," Mark ordered and Pam obeyed, taking 
his rod into her mouth and letting her lips run over the 
hard shaft as Mark pushed in and out of her mouth. "Oh, 
yeah, harder, suck it harder," Mark hissed, letting Pam 
suck and lick at him, his balls running over her chin.

Feeling himself ready to let loose, Mark pulled out of 
Pam's mouth and running his cock over the nipples and 
curves before putting it in between her breasts and 
running it up and down her cleavage.

"Oh, that's so gooooood..." Pam moaned as she felt his 
cock pressed in between her tits.

Mark pulled it up just as he let loose, shooting his cum 
all over her chest, yelling in pleasure as he did. Then 
he moved his face back to Pam's chest, licked the curves 
clean, tasting his own cum on his tongue as he did.

Mark knew that Pam would never remember what had 
happened,  but he would. And maybe he could figure out a 
way to work himself "in" with this gorgeous star, and who 
knew, maybe other gorgeous stars too. Who knew? If he 
played his cards right, he might become a VIP himself.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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