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Archive name: gold10.txt (mf, celeb)
Authors name: Gold_Leader_Celeb@yahoo.com
Story title : Tail 10: Brandy
Gold Leader Celeb Tails #10: Brandy Part (MF, celeb)
This is the 10th in a 13 part series. Our hero, Jeff, accompanies Pam
Anderson to New York for a TV special and has a special meeting of his own
with teen singing sensation Brandy Norwood, (MF, celeb)
Gold Leader Celeb Tails : Brandy 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 10th 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.
Pam stirred half an hour before we landed. She stretched and that's what
caught my eye. Her languid movements always seemed to draw my attention. I
glanced away from Tyra's computer screen, giving Pam a weak smile. What can
I say, I did feel a bit guilty about what I had done. But how many guys
would have passed up the opportunity to fuck Tyra Banks on an airplane while
your live-in lover sleeps in the row across from you? That's right, nobody.
Or bigots, but they are still in that category of nobody.
Pam winked at me and I had a feeling I knew what she wanted. She was very
much a morning sex kinda woman. Although this was evening, she had been
sleeping for several hours, so her body was screaming, "I just woke up, I
need some satisfaction."
"Good sleep?"
"Hmm, I had an excellent dream," she told me with a twinkle in her eye. I
switched to the seat beside her giving her a kiss. She traced her finger
across my face, "In the dream we were on an airplane like this one and we
were making love. Anybody could have walked in on us. It was so sexy. I
can't wait until we get to the hotel."
I froze, suddenly afraid she had seen me fucking Tyra. But the sound in
her voice and the look on her face told me otherwise. Our activities had
somehow invaded her dreams. Who would have thought that would have been the
result.
"You awake, sleepy-head," Tyra called out to Pam, who leaned around me to
answer the supermodel.
"Yes. I hope my carry-on baggage didn't bother you too much while I was
snoozing," she said, poking me.
Tyra laughed. "No. He got a little out of hand but I put him in his place."
The three of us took a limo from the airport to our hotel. The ride was
weird for me. Sure I'd been in a somewhat similar situation with Jennifer
Tilly and Pam the other night, but this was different to me somehow. Maybe
it was the fact that Pam started making rather overt suggestions to Tyra
about what she and I were going to do as soon as we got to the hotel. Tyra
had the guts to even say, "Maybe you can send him over to my room when
you're done."
Pam giggled, saying, "I'll call you when we finish. But it may not be 'til
morning."
Tyra shot back, "Why not cut out the phone calls and I'll just come up to
your room with you two."
What! This would be a dream come true. Unfortunately the two of them just
laughed until Pam pointed to me saying, "Did you think she was serious?"
A guy can hope, can't he?
We checked in and the bellhops took our multitude of bags to the elevator.
The doors were about to shut when another bellhop called out for us to hold
the elevator. We did and he rushed in a cart filled with luggage. Behind
him strolled teen singing sensation Brandy. I'd always thought she had an
odd sort of appearance. One of my friend's called her ET with tits and that
name might have applied.
She had her long braided black hair pulled back in a tight bun, revealing
her slim neck. Her eyes were huge! The only other thing bigger than her
eyes? You know. And in the tight sweater she was wearing, Brandy's two
biggest assets were totally on display. Her sizable rear was encased in a
pair of white jeans. She smiled at us but neither she nor Pam exchanged
pleasantries. Did they know each other?
We rode up in silence until Brandy turned around and said, "I'm sorry, I'm
a HUGE "Baywatch" fan and I used to love you on that show."
Pam blushed, "Thank you."
"I'm sure you get that a lot, so I won't bother you," Brandy said, turning
back around.
"I really like your music too," Pam said to her, tapping her shoulder.
Brandy whipped back around, her huge mouth becoming a gaping smile.
"You know who I am?!"
"Totally! I love that song from the Batman movie."
They chatted the rest of the ride up, with me interjecting sarcastic
comments. What can I say, I didn't like "Baywatch" and "Moesha" isn't
exactly the most erudite programming. As luck would have it, we were on the
same floor, only three rooms apart. We said good night and then entered our
room. I paid the bellhop or tipped him as it were and returned to the inner
portion of the room. Pam was sprawled on the bed in bra and thong.
"Does she have nicer boobs than me?"
"What?" I said stupidly, dropping my clothes.
"Her boobs are big and firm and real."
"And?" I asked, climbing over her, kissing Pam's rock hard thighs.
"They're bigger than mine and they're real," she said with a pout.
"Jealous?"
"Yes."
I grabbed her flipping her over. She giggled wildly, thrashing until I
planted my hand on her thighs, holding her still. I leaned down, kissing
the back of her legs. I trailed my kisses up her stems, coming to that
amazing place where the butt cheek meets the leg. I nuzzled her rearend,
"You've got a much better ass than Brandy."
"Um, really," she said, glancing over her shoulder as I bit her cheek
gently. "No anal tonight."
"There're plenty of other things to do," said I, pushing my finger into her
bald slit.
Needless to say, we made love. For a long time. We were awakened the next
morning by a ringing telephone. One of the show's lackeys needed Pam at the
studio in an hour for a rehearsal. Pam leapt out of bed , showered, dressed
and left within an hour. A world record by her standards. I was left
alone, bored. Until there came a knocking at my door.
I pulled on a pair of boxers and went to the door. I looked through the
peephole and felt my pulse race. Standing in the hall was the little ebony
songstress in a pink tank-top and blue jeans. Her hair was pulled back but
not in a bun. I thought about pulling on a pair of pants and then thought
better of it. I pulled the door open, exclaiming, "Good morning!"
Brandy's huge eyes opened even wider in surprise. Her mouth fell open for
a millisecond as she looked me up and down before saying, "Damn, I'd say."
"Come in," I said, ushering her into the room. She passed by me, still
checking out my body. Once inside she cautiously peeked at the empty beds.
The bathroom door was closed, so she probably figured Pam was in there.
"Hey, I was wondering if you guys wanted to-" she stopped in mid-sentence
because I passed by her, letting my hand trail over her lower back.
"Wanted to what?" I asked, plopping onto the bed, facing her.
"To, uh, to go to breakfast," she said, her eyes traveling down my torso to
my boxers. Her eyes shifted up instantly. I realized at that angle she
could probably see my Johnson. What the hell.
"Well," I said, leaning back more, my legs parting some. I could feel my
dick begin to stir. Her eyes wandered down again. "I'm not really dressed
yet for breakfast."
"I can see that," she said without hesitating, her eyes now fixing more on
my shaft as it grew harder. "What about, what about, what about, um, um..."
"Pam?" I asked, moving a bit as I felt my dick give a surge and grow more.
I could feel the cool air on my cock-head now. My penis' tip was completely
out of my boxers. Brandy strained to raise her eyes to mine. I rubbed at
my chest slowly.
"Yeah, Pam," Brandy said, nodding toward the bathroom.
"She left about an hour ago," I told her raising my leg and feeling my dick
harden to the point of know return. I'm not sure how it happens some times
but if you're wearing something tight enough, your cock will get hard and
point straight down your leg, rather than doing the tent pole. I was happy
about that this time. "Maybe we can order breakfast in?"
Brandy didn't answer, her eyes completely on my hard-on. I could see her
nipples shooting out of her tank-top. I was actually getting the girl
going. Finally she answered me, "Pam's probably gonna be back soon."
"Not for hours," I said, sitting up. "I have the place to myself."
Brandy didn't say a word as I stood. My hard dick began to pull my shorts
up. It was so invigorating. The cool air, Brandy's gaze, the tightness of
my boxers. I was stiffer than I'd been the night before fucking Tyra.
Maybe because for once, I was initiating something. I crossed the room to
Brandy, less than a foot from her. My hard, exposed penis head was even
closer to her.
"I'd really like it if you'd stay," I told her. Brandy's eyes fell down,
she licked her lips as she looked upon my stiff, slowly twitching cock.
She wanted to, I could see it. "Last night, did I tell you what a big fan
of yours I am ?"
Brandy's eyes shot to mine. She looked frightened. "What about Pam?"
"I'm a fan of hers too," I told her leaning forward, placing my hand on the
wall by her shoulder. "I'd really like to show you some fan appreciation."
"I hardly . . . I hardly . . .know-," she began to say, but stopped when I
moved forward more, my cock pressing against her stomach. "Know you."
I placed my other hand on the other side of the wall and leaned in close to
her, dragging my dick up her tummy. Brandy let out a gasp. My mouth
swooped down, breath on her lips. "What happens now?"
She didn't respond, so I moved more, feeling pre-come slip out of my
pisshole. I knew the come was leaving a snail trail on her pink tank-top.
The little singer was breathing heavier now. My lips brushed one of her
cheeks. She closed her eyes and I kissed her lid. I cupped her head and
kissed her lips. Brandy was pliant at first but soon began to kiss back in
earnest. My hand moved off her face and cupped her breast. She was
braless. Of course. My thumb rubbed at her eraser tipped nipple. Brandy
sighed deeply, kissing me harder. Pulling away from her hungry kisses, I
dropped my attention to her neck kissing it.
Brandy's hands dug into her jeans, pulling out the tucked in tank-top. My
mouth moved away from her skin for an instant while she pulled the material
over her head. I glanced at her heaving, brown mammaries with their black
nipples, "Oh my, those are gorgeous."
My mouth immediately went for one, while the other was mauled by a free
hand. Brandy leaned against the wall, groaning. I tugged at her nipples
with my teeth, getting them as hard as possible. Dropping to my knees, I
glanced up her body, seeing her peering down at me between those beautiful
melons. Planting kisses on her soft tummy, I undid her jeans and pulled
them off her curvy hips. My face pressed against her Jockey underwear,
hands grabbing her wide ass, nose drinking in her pungent odor.
I had her underwear down in no time and my lips tickling her nicely trimmed
bush. Brandy reacted instantly arching her back and crying out as my tongue
pressed into her slit. This girl didn't get cunnilingus often, that was for
sure. I attacked Brandy's cunt with gusto, working my nose and tongue into
her more and more. I found her hot button and she began crying out and then
crying as her whole body convulsed. She leaned over my head, her breasts
resting on the top of my noggin as she told me, "Please stop. I'll die!"
I paid heed to her request, letting my mouth fall from her hot, dripping
box. I stood and took her hand leading her to the same bed I'd fucked Pam
on the evening before. She got on it, scooting backward, her big tits
flopping around some but not nearly as much as one would expect for their
size. I dropped my boxers and climbed on the bed, my dick pointing the way.
Her hand wrapped around my cock, pumping it slowly. She wasn't shy about
that finally!
I leaned in trying to kiss her and she pulled her head away. I was
baffled, "What's wrong?"
"You wanna kiss me after you did that?" she said with shock. I laughed
and nodded. "But . . .my old boyfriend wouldn't. . ."
"I'm not he," I said, kissing her and pressing her down. She kissed back,
laughing with lustful glee, her hand finding my crank again. Her hands felt
great, but I was looking for something else, so I moved up her body and she
kissed at my torso, her lips wrapping around my nipple and then down my six
pack. Brandy found herself face to cock with my hard-on. I stroked it and
she looked up at me, pleadingly. "You don't give head, do you?"
"Sorry," she said, ashamed.
"No big deal," I told her, moving back down to make out with her. My
fingers found a home in her pussy and I frigged her while her expert hands
worked my cock. She probably had as much experience jerking dicks as I did
playing with my own. She even rubbed under my balls as I knelt between her
spread thighs. Brandy took my dick and finally guided it to her waiting
pussy. Man was she tight. I pressed in and her eyes bugged out. She let
out a squeal and I paused. "You're not a virgin are you?"
"No," she said breathlessly, rocking her pelvis toward me and taking more
into her super tight twat. "Just been . . . .awhile."
I pressed forward and her eyes closed. I couldn't tell if she was in pain
or ecstasy. She let out another squeal and I continued pressing in. Five
minutes later I finally felt my pubes rubbing her enflamed lips. I looked
down at her, face flush, perspiration covering our bodies. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she said with a groan. "Feels good."
I began rocking more and Brandy's legs closed around my body, scissoring
over my ass. Her rocking became faster and I was taking longer strokes in
no time. Of course, with all this pressure, I would come in no time. I
glanced down, watching my cock slide in and out of the teen pop sensation's
black cunt. The juxtaposition between us was so sexy. My eyes traveled up
to her swaying and rocking tits. I had to get a breather or I'd come any
second.
I unsheathed myself from Brandy's tight hole and sat back on my knees. She
took this as some sort of cue because she flipped over immediately onto her
hands and knees. I found myself staring at Brandy's wide ass as she backed
down on to my cock. Bracing myself on the bed, I began to fuck up into her
as she rocked down on my dick. Her cunt was loosening up quickly. I could
hear our bodies slapping together and on the dormant television I could see
her straining and bouncing on me, her tits jiggling. One of my hands
grabbed at her pony tail, pulling it. She let out a gurgle and began moving
fast, fully riding me now. I felt her pussy contract and I stopped moving,
knowing it would send me over already.
"I wanna suck your tits while I screw you," I told her, hoping the short
breather would give me strength to carry on a bit more.
"Oh yeah," Brandy said excited. She pulled off my dick. I sat against the
headboard and she straddled me. She grasped my dick and eased it back up
her glory hole, eyes fluttering. Both of my hands manhandled those great
tits, pushing and tugging and tweaking them as she rode my cock. I pulled
one to my lips, sucking it while she bucked on my cock. Brandy grabbed the
headboard and began seriously fucking my dick. I let her tit fall from my
mouth and grasped around her waist, helping her raise and lower herself as I
slammed my cock upward into her fabulously tight pussy. One of my hands
went between our bodies, thumb finding her clit. Brandy exclaimed in
pleasure, shrieking as her pussy contracted. Her tits rocked in mesmerizing
circles and I let loose filling her pussy.
As the orgasm passed, she slowed and leaned on my shoulder, our bodies
covered in sweat. She kissed my ear, her hand gently stroking my hair.
"I'm so glad I came to ask you to breakfast."
"You mean us?"
Brandy leaned back, my semi-hard cock still in her pussy. She kissed my
lips gently. "I mean you. I saw Pam leave."
To be continued . . . with a new Celeb Tail.
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