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Archive name: gold09.txt (mf, celeb)
Authors name: Gold_Leader_Celeb@yahoo.com
Story title : Tail 9: Tyra Banks
Gold Leader Celeb Tails #9: Tyra Banks Part (MF, celeb)
This is the 9th in a 13 part series. Our hero, Jeff winds up in first
class on a transcontinental flight from LA to New York with Pam Anderson
and Tyra Banks. Pam falls asleep, but Tyra and Jeff find an exciting way
to pass the time.
Gold Leader Celeb Tails : Tyra Banks Part (MF, celeb)
Gold_Leader_Celeb@yahoo.com
Tell me what you think. Reader response and input always provokes new and
better stories.
This is the 9th 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
Tail 7: Markie Post, Victoria Principal, Pam Grier, Bebe Neuwirth
Tail 8: Jennifer Tilly, Courtney Love
Tail 9: Tyra Banks
Tail 10: Brandy
Tail 11: Stephanie Seymour, Tyra Banks
Tail 12: Goldie Hawn
Tail 13: The End
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 checked myself in the mirror, making certain I didn't have too much
discernible come on the front of my slacks. There wasn't any way I could
completely hide Jennifer and Courtney's secretions on my pants. I decided
when I left I would stop in the kitchen and "accidentally" spill some salsa
on myself. One form of embarrassment was better than another. Plus, I
don't think Pam would have appreciated me fucking not one but two women at
the party.
Courtney straddled the toilet, letting loose a torrent of piss. Her hands
still rubbing at her clit. She was watching me while urinating, which made
me uncomfortable for some reason. Then she loudly inquired, "Ever done
golden showers?"
Had I not pissed half an hour ago, I probably would have liked the idea. It
was different but definitely kinky. Logistically, it would have been a
nightmare though. I was worried about covering up come? That activity
would require a full shower. "Some other time."
Courtney finished peeing and wiped at herself. She bent over, grabbing her
discarded dress and I noticed my come still covered her back and ass. She
started to pull her dress up and I cleared my throat. She looked up at me
annoyed, "What?"
"You've got jiz all over your back."
"So," she told me, pulling up the dress totally. "It'll dry."
"Okay," I chimed in, looking away from her. I figured I get the hell out of
there then. "Thanks for the screw."
"Thank you," she said, washing Jennifer's juices off her face. "Maybe next
time you'll try my pussy."
Don't count on it, I thought. If some chick let's you brown-stick her the
first time, before you've even gotten in her vagina, you know she's one
serious slut. Hell, it hadn't even been the slightest bit uncomfortable for
her. Who knew how worn in her cunt was. Guy would probably need to be hung
like a zucchini to feel the walls of that pussy. "Maybe."
The rest of the party went by without much fanfare. Sure everyone got a
laugh about my mishap with the salsa, especially Jennifer. She said it
happened when we first went to get drinks, thus explaining my delay for me.
I'd have to personally stop by her place and thank her some time. The whole
drive home Pam chatted endlessly about the great time she had and how funny
and insightful Jennifer was. I agreed. She carried on though, commenting
that she was happy Courtney seemed to have disappeared. She could tell
Courtney had eyes for me. I laughed, telling Pam I wouldn't fuck that pussy
for a million dollars. But the ass, well, I didn't mention Courtney's ass.
We got home and obvious occurred. Pam was exceptionally acrobatic that
night, but I must admit I felt weird with her sucking me off and she not
knowing where my penis had been that evening. Oh well, we still had
fantastic sex. The next morning she woke me up extremely excited.
"We're going to New York!"
"We," I said groggily. "Why are we going to New York?"
"Some awards thing," she said, hustling around the room, packing stuff into
a suitcase on the floor.
"Don't they usually give you like at least a month's notice on this stuff?"
Pam stopped moving, flipping back her hair. She looked flustered and so
damn sexy my morning wood was crying for those lips to be home. "If you
must know Jenny McCarthy bailed on them. Her old fart boyfriend got sick or
something. So they called me. Get up, get up, get up!"
A limo whisked us off to LAX two hours later. Thank heavens for skycaps,
because Pam packed enough for a three week vacation in every kind of
climate. I handed the guy two twenties and he still seemed pissed off. Oh
well, push luggage, I'm flying to New York with Pam Anderson, buddy.
We hustled up to the Delta counter and found ourselves in this hellishly
long line. Pam groaned looking around for some way to use her celebrity for
help in moving up. I recommended she show her tits to a guy near the front
of the line. I got hit. He would have let us cut!
My attention was distracted though by a sweet round ass in a short yellow
sundress. The girl had smooth, silky black skin that disappeared under the
dress but the view leading up and the way the skirt rested on her haunches
told me this girl had one fine booty. Of course her legs from behind were
pretty damn nice too and that's no easy feat. That's the area where legs
can look their worst, but like Pam, this girl had long, muscular, but kinda
small thighs. Her calves were quite muscled and looked pretty nice in the
heels she had on. I felt my dick give a surge and wondered if Pam would be
up for trying to join the Mile High Club.
Pam tugged at my arm, and I glanced at her. She looked pekid and faint.
"You okay?"
"I don't deal with stress. My stomach goes nuts," she said, looking ill
rather suddenly. "What if we miss this plane?"
"We take another?"
She smiled faintly at me. Then we heard a voice call out, "Pam!"
The two of us turned to see a thin feminine arm waving near the front of the
line. I followed the chocolate colored arm down to a yellow sundress. Just
my luck, she knows Pam! Then I saw her face. It was Tyra Banks. Houston
we have touchdown! Pam rushed off, leaving me to take our two bags. I
followed her to Tyra where the two embraced. Tyra was quite excited to see
her, "What are you doing here? In line too?"
"Uh, I have to pick up two tickets to New York for some awards show thing.
Totally last minute."
"The one on CBS? I got the call this morning too! Vanessa Williams flaked
on them yesterday."
Pam pointed to me suddenly, "I'm sorry, this is my friend Jeff. Jeff this
is Tyra."
I took Tyra's hand, kissing it lightly and bowing a bit, "It is a sincere
pleasure. Ms. Banks."
She laughed, waving her hand at me as if to shoosh me away. "Get outa here
with that."
We got our tickets, Pam requesting that we get seats near Tyra. The
ticketing lady did her best, placing us directly across from Tyra. We
boarded the plane, surprised to see that we were the only three in first
class. We settled into our seats, the two women chatting up a storm but as
the plane began to taxi, Pam insisted taking the window seat to look out as
we lifted off. The stewardesses gave each of us complimentary glasses of
champagne as soon as we were airborne and that was just the start of the
royal treatment. The drinks flowed freely for the next two hours and Pam
was passed out by the halfway point of the flight. Tyra continued to speak
with me though, discussing our love of movies and her prior acting work.
She was pretty sweet actually.
"Oh, I just remembered!" she said, jumping up and going for her bag. She
dug about, withdrawing a PowerBook. She twirled it, modeling the 300 MHz
machine. "You know what this has? DVD! You wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure," I told her rising up and slipping into the seat beside her. She
handed me her bag as she booted up the speedy machine.
"Pick a movie," she said enthusiastically. She pulled a blanket over
herself and I was bummed about that, being deprived of those sexy caramel
colored thighs. Oh well. "I rented a bunch of them before I left."
That she had. A Jim Carrey flick passed by unwanted by me. She bypassed
Chow Yun Fat's blood fest of last year. I got to Meryl Streep's tear jerker
cancer movie and Tyra insisted we watch it. I figured what the hell. I set
the bag down and she inserted the disc. We split her ear phones and sat
back to watch the movie. Half an hour into it, I was rummaging in the bag
again. She protested, "Hey this is good. Sort of. . ."
"What's this?" I said, pulling out a movie with a sexy black woman on the
cover. Then the face hit me. My old roommate was a porn freak of the
highest order. It was African-American pornstar Heather Hunter. I glanced
at the cover and then at an embarrassed Tyra.
"It might have been a slow couple of days," she said, looking away from me.
"You a Heather Hunter fan?"
"Big time!" she said, excited. "You know her work?"
"Not really. My old roommate had a poster of her in his room. I've never
seen any of her movies. Care to?" I asked mischievously.
"Here? Are you nuts?"
"Come on, it'll be exciting. The stewardess just came by and I told her not
to bug us while we watched the movie," I lied. "She won't be back here for
an hour at least. Let's watch it."
"I can see the tabloids now, 'Sex Addict Tyra Watches Porn in First Class.'"
I ejected the Meryl Streep movie and slid in the Heather Hunter movie. Five
minutes into it I understood why my roommate might have found that sexy
beauty such a turn on. I also began to wish I had a blanket too. My
erection was pointing up making a severe tent-pole in my jeans. Tyra
noticed me fidgeting and she whispered to me, "Want some of the blanket?"
"Sure," I said, and we pushed the middle divider up and she scooted over,
leaving the PowerBook on the tray table facing us. The blanket covered us
and then Tyra's hand fell on my hard-on. I unconsciously twitched. She
looked up at me and smiled. Her hand started to move away, but I caught it,
pressing it back against my erection. She continued rubbing me through my
jeans and my dick kept growing until I felt a wet spot growing from my
pre-come.
Tyra's other hand went under the blanket and she unsnapped my jeans. Her
lithe hands pulled my one eyed monster from my boxers. On the screen
Heather had her mouth wrapped around some guy's giant log while a pretty
little blonde munched on her box. Tyra's cool, smooth hand slipped up and
down my shaft. I looked to my right, seeing Pam was facing the opposite
direction, fast asleep.
My right hand crossed my body and settled on one of Tyra's tits. Oh, it was
soft! I'd heard she insisted they were real but feeling was believing. How
could such a small woman have such big tits? Who cares! Tyra's other hand
unbuttoned her top letting me pull out her braless breast. Her flesh was
hot, her nipple rigid as my cock in her hand. I tweaked her nipple, eyes
fixed on the screen as Heather rode the guy's redwood while the little
blonde got her pussy eaten while standing over Heather. What a talent.
Though not as talented as the supermodel jacking me off in First Class.
Deciding I'd push it further, I leaned down taking Tyra's nipple into my
mouth. Tyra cupped my head, holding it close, while her other hand
continued slowly working me off. I heard her gasp as my teeth clamped
lightly on her nipple. I thought of Pam but figured this was too amazing to
pass up. If she gave me the boot at this point, I'd be proud to know it was
because she caught me sucking Tyra Banks' tit on an airplane. My tongue
traveled all over her hard black nipple. My hand pushed between her thighs
and Tyra leaned the seat back, releasing my dick. I sucked her tit, while
my index finger slowly wormed its way around her wet underwear and into her
bald pussy. It had to have been bald because I didn't feel a single pube.
My finger pushed harder, my mouth sucked more deeply and Tyra shoved the
blanket into her mouth, crying out as silently as she could. Her body
tensed and I felt those magnificent thighs quiver as she pushed her ass off
the seat, thrusting her pussy toward my hand. I let her breast fall from my
mouth, whispering to her, "Roll onto your side."
She did, knowing what I was after, she pushed her ass out. I pushed her
little yellow dress up and pulled her underwear aside. She let out another
muffled groan as my cock slipped up her wet pussy hole. I grasped her warm
thigh and began thrusting into her, trying not to grunt too loudly. I was
gonna come fast with this excitement. Trying to go slowly, I leaned my head
down, kissing her shoulder and neck. Tyra's lips were open in a smile of
shear pleasure, eyes closed. She twisted, lifting her arm so I could suck
her tit more as I fucked her. Her cunt was tight at the opening but deeper
inside it seemed to open some almost like fighting your way into a balloon
through the hole and wiggling your finger around inside. It was hot and
wet, but I didn't seem to be touching much, which was great because
otherwise I probably would have came instantly.
Feeling bold, I pulled out of her and sat back on my own seat, pushing the
blanket away. Tyra twisted, mouthing my cock and her pussy juice without
hesitation. I ran my hands over her face and through her hair as she gave
me a quick blow job. Sensing it was going to push me over, especially when
I looked over to Pam who was still asleep but who had turned to face us.
I pulled Tyra's face off my dick and she had an idea instantly. She closed
the PowerBook and dropped it on her seat as she rose up and straddled my
legs. She backed down on me, holding her underwear aside with me guiding my
dick back up her hole. She slowly slid down the length until her ass rested
against my abdomen. I bucked up into her, my hand coming under her arm to
lift her only exposed tit. Tyra really began riding me, holding onto the
seat in front of us, while bouncing up and down on my dick. We were both
fighting to stay quiet but she was getting loud with her moans and she began
whispering, "Give me that dick. Uh, that dick. Uh! Uh! Uh! UH!"
Beside us we heard Pam move and we froze, both of us twisting our heads to
see what was happening. Pam had merely shifted positions again. Tyra
chuckled and I fought back a laugh at the thought. We began moving again
and I slipped my thumb into my mouth slobbering on it. I gave Tyra a nudge
forward as she rode me. I flipped up her dress and pulled down her
underwear, pressing my thumb against her asshole. Tyra almost cried out but
stopped at the beginning of her reaction. I pressed harder and my thumb
wedged up her anus some. She exhaled slowly, not moving much. Moving my
thumb some, I began thrusting up into her and she reacted, her body
tightening as another orgasm passed through her body. I felt her pussy
walls suddenly convulse around my dick like a net suddenly ensnaring my
moving dick. Boom! My come flowed like crazy, spurt after spurt blasting
into her.
When it was over, Tyra climbed off me, pushing her tit back into her dress.
She straightened her sundress and picked up her PowerBook before sitting
down again. She leaned over placing my slick deflated cock back in my
pants. As if nothing had just happened, Tyra opened her computer again and
ejected the DVD, putting the disc back in its case and pulling out the Jim
Carrey movie.
To be continued . . . with a new Celeb Tail.
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