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Archive name: gold13.txt (mf, oral, anal, celeb)
Authors name: Gold_Leader_Celeb@yahoo.com
Story title : Tail 13: The End
Gold Leader Celeb Tails #13 : The End
This is the 13th in a 13 part series. Our hero, Jeff, comes to the
conclusion maybe this isn't the life he's longed for.
Gold Leader Celeb Tails #13 : The End
Gold_Leader_Celeb@yahoo.com
Tell me what you think. Reader response and input always provokes new and
better stories.
This is the 13th 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.
The knock at the door came again and Goldie glanced nervously at it, "Just
a second."
I watched her quickly throw on a dress and try to fix the make up that had
begun to smear while we screwed. She dabbed at her face, growing more
anxious. She looked over at me, my soft dick hanging from my pants. She
licked her lips lasciviously, before raising her gaze to my eyes. "How bad
do I look?"
"You look excellent," I told her. She didn't seem quite satisfied with that
answer so I added, "You can't hide the glow of a good fuck."
Her trademark laugh erupted from her body and she decided that was enough,
passing by me and giving me a kiss on the lips. Her hand stroked my slimy
cock one last time before she left for her segment on "Live! With Regis and
Kathie Lee."
I put my dick away and slipped back into Pam's room, sitting down right
before she walked back into the dressing room. She looked at me with a big
grin, "How'd I do?"
What would you do? That's what I thought, no boy scouts reading these
stories. I lied like crazy and she settled onto my lap, kissing me
tenderly. I was sure the taste of Goldie's pussy was on my lips, but Pam
didn't seem to mind or even notice, her tongue probing my mouth. She kissed
up my forehead, remarking, "What have you been doing, you're all sweaty?"
"Nothin'. I was watchin' you on TV," I told her. She looked at my face and
laughed, her hand sliding down as she slithered off me and to the ground.
Her hand massaged my cock through my pants, "Hon, not here."
"Come on," she said with a mischievous grin. "I just wanna suck your dick.
It's a little tradition I have when I come on this show."
Huh? A tradition of sucking dick when you visit Kathie Lee's show? What
the hell was that about? Before I could stop her, Pam's long fingers
wrapped around my sticky cock and she looked at me with shock. "Have you?"
I didn't know what to say. I could lie again but what was the point, the
proof was resting in her hand. Then she smiled coyly at me, "Did you get
off hard when you were watching me?"
She thought I'd jacked off while she was on the show! Shit, I'll take that
lie. "I hit my chin, I came so hard."
"Mmmmm, after I clean this off, I'll check the rest of you for jiz," she
said before slurping my dick into her mouth. As Pam blew me, I ran my
fingers through her soft blonde hair and stared up at the TV monitor,
admiring Goldie's legs while she chatted with Reeg. You can imagine how I
blew my wad again.
Later that day, after stops at a few more shows, we returned to the hotel.
And then on to the benefit or awards show or whatever the hell it was. To
be honest, I didn't pay much attention. There were women everywhere! And I
was backstage so much of the time, I was meeting all sorts of people. Tyra
passed by at one point, giving my ass a light pat. From behind me I heard
in a nasally New York voice, "Oh my, if it isn't the little stud of the
universe."
Hands slithered over my shoulders and down my chest and I heard Fran
Drescher's braying laugh in my ear. I turned around and she gave me a hug
and a kiss on the cheek. Then she took a step back and spun slowly, showing
off her tight silver dress, with the plunging back line going to just above
her ass crack. "You like?"
"Very sexy," I told her. She laughed leaning in close to me and whispering
that I better calm down, because she had a date so she couldn't get laid
tonight. "There's always the bathroom."
Fran glanced at a bathroom as if contemplating the idea. To be honest, I
would have been happy to nail her in the bathroom. What the hell. She
shook her head, "No, I've gotta go on stage in like ten minutes. Maybe we
can at the party afterward."
She gave my chest a long stroke and walked away, swaying that sweet tight
butt for my benefit. I wasn't distracted for too much longer before a long,
lean body pressed against me from the side. I turned and Stephanie Seymour
planted a deep kiss on my lips before asking me, "How's it going, sexy?"
"Not bad. A little bored, but Pam asked me to hang out back here, rather
than sit out in the audience," I told her. Stephanie pushed me back toward
a corner, her hand splaying over my crotch. Her lips brushed mine again and
she smiled at me seductively.
"Think we could get together again tonight?"
"What about Tyra," I asked, acting disappointed.
"I was hoping for some more personal attention from you," she said with a
pout. "Tyra's gotten you twice already. Besides, I wanted to have you make
love to me this time, not just fuck like a bunch of dogs in heat."
"Come on, that was fun," I told her, doing my best to ignore the kneading
hand on my growing dick. Something seemed wrong to me. I was physically
liking this, but at the same time, I felt creepy. Like I was a toy for
these supermodels. A well loved toy, but a toy nonetheless.
"It was sexy, wasn't it! I can't remember the last time I got so thoroughly
fucked in both holes."
Behind us a shadow loomed and then a soft German accented voice followed,
"Stephanie, are we going on soon?"
Stephanie wheeled around, pressing her ass against my now stiff cock. She
flipped her hair back in my face, so I still couldn't see who it was.
"We're on in a few. Chill."
"Is this your new boyfriend?" the unseen woman asked.
I peeked around Stephanie and my crotch gave a new leap against that ass.
Claudia Schiffer, wearing a low cut evening gown with her generous chest
pouring out of it stood before us. I extended my hand immediately, "I'm
Jeff."
Claudia took my hand in hers, eyeing me as best as possible. "You are
Stephanie's boyfriend?"
"No," I told her and I felt Stephanie pull away from my hard on. She moved
away, turning some, pissed off.
"He's Pam Anderson's boyfriend."
Claudia looked me up and down and shrugged. Thanks. At least I'm not
engaged to some fruit magician, I thought. They said good bye, Stephanie
giving me a definite cold shoulder. What the hell was that about? Was I
going to suddenly dump Pam for her? I think not. Pam returned from on
stage moments later, aglow. She took my hand and we headed off for the
after show party.
The party was running slow and quite boring. Pam was mingling and I stuck
with her for a bit but she seemed to become inundated with balding older
men. Sorry, if I'm in a room full of celebrities, I'm not going to waste my
time talking with Seymour Greenberg about his latest B movie. A pair of
hands suddenly covered mine and a hyper, sweet voice said, "Guess who?"
I smelled deeply but there wasn't anything registering. Hopefully it was
someone I'd seen already. "Tyra?"
"Damn, boy, how'd you do that!"
I turned around, happy to see her smiling face. Beside her stood another
supermodel but one of far lesser caliber than Tyra. Given the option,
there wasn't a choice, but Tyra introduced us anyway, "This is Cindy.
Cindy, this is my friend Jeff. The one I told you about."
Did she tell everybody? Good heavens the girl had a mouth on her. Was I a
piece of meat? Anyway, I took Cindy's hand, giving it a light kiss and told
her it was a pleasure to meet her. I continued my line, asking her if she
had any further movie plans. Cindy flipped her long brown hair back and
paused for effect, before answering me in her mid-western accent. "I'm
waiting for the right project."
Yeah because that winner with the Baldwin brother was so amazing and
obviously a smart career path. She then began to drone on and on about her
career and her next show on E! and a multitude of other things. I'm not
sure why, but I didn't give a damn. And I wasn't really faking it. At that
moment, I didn't even want to be there. Usually I meet these people and I'm
so excited but at that moment I was even more bored talking to this
overrated supermodel than if I'd been at home watching "Family Matters"
reruns.
Then a bombshell hit me. No, Tyra didn't smack me. Pam approached,
whispering in my ear, "Can I talk to you?"
"Shoot," I said. She acted like she wanted to move away and then I felt a
new presence near us. A man. What was this?
She sensed him to because she sudden pulled away, acting as though we
weren't together. She turned away and I thought I imagined her next
sentence, "Tommy, honey, I'll be there in a sec."
"Okay, Pammy," a familiar voice responded. My heart about sank. That was
her ex. What the hell was happening tonight? Was it a full fucking moon?
Pam pressed against me again, her lips close to my ear, "I'm sorry, but…"
I guess my body language told her how I felt, because her voice became
softer. Trying to sooth the coming blow, I suppose. I cut her off though,
"Don't worry about it."
She turned my face, and I hid my bitterness. Yeah I had fucked around and
she had gotten some from other people too, but to lose her to a wife beating
thug, heroin addict was a tad ego bruising. Still, she had made it clear
during the past few weeks maybe I was not giving her enough attention. And
I really didn't love her, I was biding time with her because she was after
all beautiful and one amazing lay. She pressed on though, "You can stay at
the Malibu house for a few months because we're gonna probably stay in New
York for awhile or go to Hawaii. Okay? Jeff?"
"Sure."
"I've got to give it another shot. He's cleaned up now. We just talked in
the bathroom and he cried. How could I say no?"
"You couldn't," I told her. "Good luck."
"Thank you," she said, kissing my cheek. "It was fun, right?"
"Yep."
And with that Pam walked away to try her hand with the little drummer
addict. Good luck, honey, cause guys like that only change when they die.
If he couldn't straighten out to keep her the first time, odds were good
he'd fuck up again. Tyra must have sensed what had just happened because
she turned from her conversation with Cindy, patting my arm. "You okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, annoyed.
"Good, I wouldn't want to think you weren't up for this party back at
Claudia's suite. Some people are dying to meet you."
I nodded, feeling even cheaper. What the hell. I was a fuck toy! Cindy
started droning on again about her career and I began looking to the exit
doors. Screw this place. I needed to get out of there. Tyra suddenly
pulled me out of the zoning I was doing by exclaiming, "MC!"
Tyra embraced some woman with light skin. Not white, but light. She had to
have been mulatto or Puerto Rican. What a contrast to Tyra's dark pallor.
On the woman's wrist I saw a gold necklace wrapped around it like a bracelet
and a little golden butterfly hanging from the necklace. Could it be? I
knew of only one person with those initials who had a golden butterfly
necklace. She and Tyra released and then Tyra turned offering me, Mariah
Carey. My heart dropped.
I've met and I've screwed many, many beautiful women but this woman was
resplendent. Her long, straight hair perfectly framed her distinctive
alluring facial features. Those round cheeks, the slight nose, that
incredible smile, all right there in front of me. And of course the rest of
her followed in a short dress. It was sleeveless, showing off her broad
shoulders and shapely arms. The dress strap was thin at the top, wrapping
around her neck and came down in two broadening strips which barely covered
her breasts, but left a good portion of the inside of each bosom exposed as
the material reached down further until connecting right above her belly
button.
Of course the drama didn't end there. No way, not with Mariah. The slinky,
tight material clung to her flaring, sexy hips, reminding me why I love
women so much. Between Mariah and Jennifer Lopez, I couldn't decide who had
sexier hips. But when it came to legs, Mariah won, hands down. Over
everybody. And the dress stopped so high up on her thigh, it seemed
unlikely she could sit without revealing everything. Those hard, muscled
thighs, bare to the world, were almost completely revealed. My mind shifted
to the "Honey" video and Mariah in that amazing bikini. Her legs tapered
down over strong knees - I detest bony knees - then to those calves and
ankles wrapped in thin stiletto high heels with straps winding their way up
her lower leg. Even her exposed toes were getting my attention.
She offered her hand to me and I noticed for the first time the only flaw on
this perfect creature, she's got huge hands. I took her surprisingly large
hand as she introduced herself in her deep Long Island accent, "I'm Mariah,
and you are?"
"In heaven," I told her kissing her hand. She tasted so sweet! I realized
all eyes were on me at that moment, what with Mariah's hand at my face and
me completely caught up in her. I tried to cover I up, "I am surrounded by
three of the most amazing women on the planet."
I reluctantly released her hand and Tyra interjected, "As long as we
remember who's the most amazing."
No doubt in my mind. I shot back instantly, "Or who has the biggest ego."
Mariah eyes were on mine as everybody laughed, except for Tyra, of course.
She retorted, "When you got it, baby, you know you got it."
"So what brings you to this party?" Mariah inquired of me.
"Limo? Did you hitchhike or something?"
"Smart ass," Tyra said, poking me. "He came here as a guest of one of the
presenters."
Mariah nodded. "Were you that guy I saw backstage with Stephanie Seymour?"
"What was that guy doing?" I asked.
"Looked like he was getting' some action," she answered.
"Couldn't have been me, I'm quite virginal. Took a vow. I'm actually here
as the spiritual guide to Ms. Shirley MacClane."
Tyra exploded in laughter, drawing everyone's attention to herself. "And
I'm white!"
The four of us continued talking and with each passing moment I felt more
and more drawn to Mariah. I had always been a fan of her - not her music,
but her physical form. It was a pleasant surprise to find she was quite
engaging in person too. Sharp, witty and opinionated. I began to see
hope in the night. Maybe I could find myself in the bed of one of America's
most popular stars. Pam was a big star, but she wasn't known for being
talented, nor admired by very many people. Mariah though. . .
"Well, I've got to hit the hay," she suddenly announced and my hopes were
dashed on the rocks again.
"You're not coming to Claudia's?" I blurted out. Mariah laughed.
"That's not really my scene. Thanks for the invite though."
Smooth, I just offended her by suggesting she was a slut like the others
standing around me. Clothing notwithstanding, apparently some morals still
existed in the industry. She hugged Tyra and Cindy good bye and then
shocked me by giving me a long hug too. Not the kind of embrace I was
looking for that evening but you take what you get.
"You live in LA, right?"
"Yeah," I told her, shocked that she remembered.
"Give me your number and maybe we can get together for lunch the next time I
come out there," she told me. You don't need to ask twice, my dear. I gave
her mine and asked for hers but she laughed, "I'm everywhere. Trust me, let
me call you."
I watched her leave the room, amazed such magnificent beings walked the
earth. Stephanie suddenly snuggled up beside me, whispering in my ear, "She
doesn't give it up too often. Her hubby and Derek Jeter are the only guys
that have taken a dip in that honey."
I ignored her. Let me dream. But she pressed on, "I heard Pam dumped you.
So, you're free to come with us to Claudia's."
What got into me at that moment? I don't know. But I certainly shocked her
and Tyra and Cindy and everybody else within earshot when I told Stephanie,
"I'd rather run my dick in a meat grinder than fuck you again. Got that?"
I left for the hotel, packed my stuff and took the next flight to LA. Did I
regret my answer? Maybe for a day or two but looking back it was the
beginning of getting away from a life that wasn't leading me to happiness.
I was through with screwing every star that passed my way. I didn't want to
just nail every beautiful woman I saw. I was actually envious of Pam when
I spoke with her three weeks after she got back together with Tommy. They
were still happy and he had actually encouraged her to get those damned
implants removed.
A month after my dumping I was busy typing a screenplay on my laptop when
the phone rang. I looked at it apprehensively. Some people hadn't given up
on me. Fran, Rebecca and Tyra seemed the most persistent. But Markie was a
restraining order shy of turning into a full-blown stalker. She called all
the time, leaving messages. She also emailed me naked pictures constantly,
inviting me to another orgy or to her house or begging me for one more
night.
It rang again. I decided what the hell. If it was Markie again, I'd get my
cell phone number changed after the call. I grabbed the phone and it rang
again impatiently. Depressing a button, I cringed and spoke, "Hello?"
"Jeff," a deep, syrupy voice said. It was so soothing, I felt myself
melting. Could it be?
"Yes?" I said, afraid it was some other random person I'd been with over the
past few months.
"This is MC," she said, the Long Island accent coming out clearly. The
reason I hadn't changed my cell phone number yet. "I'm in town. I was
hoping we could have lunch."
The End
Sorry, but for now the Celeb Tails are history. I sincerely thank all of
you for your input.
I hope you enjoyed the Tails. Perhaps someday I'll start them up again, but
that's doubtful. If you see any more Tails without my email address
Gold_Leader_Celeb@yahoo.com, the stories aren't mine. Thanks again for
reading my stories and all the emails many of you have sent me.
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