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Paparazzi! Ch. 03

By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER



Madonna arrived in Boston without any fanfare and few people noticed that she was Madonna. She's going to be 50-years-old next year. Can you imagine that?

Hiding within the confines of a long hooded coat and dark glasses, she looked more like Marlena Dietrich than she did Madonna, at least as mysterious.

Nonetheless, I had a chance to meet the "Material Girl" when Vinnie called me to tell me that she was here...at the Ritz.

I was skulking in the corridor outside her room thinking of a ploy to gain admittance. I had an idea and was about to knock on her door when she opened it.

I was shocked. She looked nothing like she looks on television. Although toned and thin, she was a bit frumpy and looked like any wealthy middle-aged woman. She was wearing a long, black negligee that was virtually see-through. Immediately, I could see her nipples and the slit of her shaved pussy.

"You must be Freddie," she said in a voice that reminded me of Katharine Hepburn when she was younger.

"Yes," I said standing there with my mouth open. "How did you know I'd be here?"

"Your friend Vinnie spilled the beans. You'd be surprised what people will do for money."

"Yeah, Vinnie is a bit of a money grubber. He has 5 kids."

"Well," she said with a laugh, "don't just stand there. Come in."

She closed the door behind me and motioned me to the couch with her hand. 

"Just a minute," she said disappearing into the bedroom. She emerged holding a small envelope. "Here."

"What's this?" I accepted the envelope and opened it. It contained two thousand dollars in crisp new one hundred dollar bills.

"Sandy says, hi."

"Sandy? You mean, Sandra Bullock?"

"No one calls her Sandra but her fans. Everyone calls her Sandy." She moved away from the door and stood by the light. "She didn't want that slut, Cameron, to outdo her. This is the rest of your money."

"And what do they call you?" She stood in the light making her negligee invisible with her skin.

"They call me Mistress Horny." 

"How did you know who I am?"

"We cougars are a close knit community and word gets around, Freddie, whenever there is a young, handsome stud looking for some action and wanting to learn the things that an older woman can teach him." She lifted her leg and placed her foot in front of my crotch. "And I'm such a woman. I can teach you things you never dreamt possible," she said overtly licking her lips.

Suddenly, I was afraid. I put my hands on her ankle and continued higher to her muscular calf and up to her knee. She didn't stop me so I continued my climb up her thigh to her now exposed pussy. I ran a finger along her slit. She was wet already.

"Why don't you step into my office," she said motioning me to follow her to the bedroom.

What about your husband, I wanted to ask her, but didn't. 

"Don't worry about my husband," she said. "He's too busy making more bad movies." She freaked me out and I wondered if she could read my mind. "Playing movie director keeps him occupied and out of my hair while I entertain myself," she said with a laugh that made me afraid again.

"Take off your clothes. I want to see your body."

Damn, I was hoping for a bit of foreplay and some kissing.

She pulled up a chair so close to me that I could feel her breath on my cock. She intently watched me as I stripped. 

"Not bad. I've had better, but they were all gay." She stood and kicked the chair away. "Get on the bed on your hands and knees."

I felt so vulnerable in that exposed position. I wondered what she was doing. I felt like I was at the doctor's office about to be violated with a medical instrument when I suddenly felt the wet warmth of her tongue. It felt weird but good to have someone toss my salad before they even kissed me. She climbed down from the bed and walked to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She removed four red, silk ties.

"Ever been tied up, lover boy?"

"Only in my dreams," I said hesitant about giving up control to her and to a woman.

"Roll over and assume the position."

First she tied my wrists to the bed and then my ankles. She wiggled out of her nightgown and mounted me like a wild cat, a cougar that was stalking its prey. God damn, I was in a hotel room with Madonna naked after she just licked my asshole.

She engulfed my cock with her mouth. As soon as I was instantly hard, she mounted me. I gave her the control of my body. Her flat stomach puffed out with the invasion of my cock and her tits developed a nice rhythm as she grinded her torso into mine. She was so warm and tight. I so wanted to put my hands around her hips and to reach up and feel her tits, but I was a bit tied up at the moment.

I don't know how she did it, but it was all her doing. Somehow, she fucked me for nearly two hours and I was not only able to maintain my erection but also not have an orgasm until she allowed me to cum. Her pussy felt like a hand that controlled my cock keeping me hard, yet never allowing me to go past the point of no return. Then, when she was ready to allow me to cum, she twirled her body in the 69 position, and engulfed my cock again as I licked her pussy.

I exploded a volcano of cum in her mouth and she took it all and swallowed it. I was intent on giving her an orgasm. She had already had five while fucking me. Only, she stopped.

"Well, that was amazing, Freddie. I'm undecided if I should keep you here tied up or let you go."

I thought she was serious until she pulled out a switchblade and cut the ties.

She reached in the dresser drawer and retrieved another envelope.

"Being Italian, too, I know how fond of money you are."

She watched me as I dressed never slipping on her negligee. She escorted me to the door and with a foot in the door, kissed me in the hall naked, only, no one passed by our sexual spectacle.

"Come by tomorrow night, around eight, there's someone I want you to meet." 

Paparazzi! Ch. 04



I appeared at Madonna's hotel suite promptly at 8pm and rang the buzzer.

The maid that came with the suite opened the door.

"Mr. Freddie," she asked.

"Yes."

"Come in," she said taking a step back while holding the door wide open for my entrance.

"Madam is expecting you and will be with you in a moment. May I offer you a drink?"

"Yes, single malt scotch with just a splash of water."

She reappeared with my drink on a serving tray and disappeared somewhere in the suite. I stood and stepped out onto the balcony that overlooked Commonwealth Avenue, the Public Gardens, the Boston Commons in the distance, and the Esplanade and the Charles River in the opposite direction.

I wondered who Madonna had set me up with and who wanted to meet me. I hoped it wasn't a guy. I'm straight as an arrow. I don't do men.

I didn't have to wait very long to find out. I saw her reflection through the glass and recognized her immediately. It was Geena Davis. Much better looking in person, I've always admired her work and her beauty. She was tall, nearly as tall as me with her heels. Had I not known her age, I never would have thought this woman was over 50. She looked 40.

"Hi," she said flashing me a smile that made me melt, "you must be Freddie. Louise has told me so much about you."

"Louise?"

"Oh, sorry, Madonna. Her real name is Louise Cicconi. No one calls her Madonna, we all call her Lou." There, she gave me that typical Geena Davis laugh. She is the same way in real life as she is in the movies, a bit goofy but I like it in an endearing sort of way.

"And what is your real name," I asked trying to be provocative and sexy while figuring that it was something as equally weird as Louise Cicconi is from Madonna. Immediately, she picked up on my flirting.

She took a step towards me, reached down and cupped my balls through my pants, and leaned her lips closer to my ear, so close that her full lips tickled and her warm breath sent shivers throughout my body. Suddenly, I pictured those full lips wrapped around my cock.

"My real name is Horny Vixen."

"I like it," I said. "That's such a beautiful name, Horny." 

It was that uncomfortable moment when I didn't know if I should kiss her or wait until she kissed me. A woman as beautiful, as tall, and who has such star status, as did Sandra Bullock and Cameron Diaz, is a bit intimidating. We both leaned in at the same time and our lips touched, but she pulled away. She was a tease. Okay, I can play that game, too.

I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her so close that I could feel the buttons of her dress impaling my skin. I kissed her and she immediately parted her lips. The electricity of her warm, wet tongue against mine stirred my cock and I so wanted her to reach down again and feel it, but she didn't. I raised my hand from her waist to higher up on her back. She felt so good to hold in my arms. The feel of her body against mine felt like we fit perfectly together. I just knew that she'd be a good fuck. Yet, just as I had a difficult time realizing that I was not only kissing Sandra Bullock, Cameron Diaz, and Madonna but also having sex with them, there I was kissing beautiful, sexy Geena Davis.

Sure she was older than me by a solid fifteen years, but that was the attraction. Just like the others, she was a cougar on the prowl and I was her prey.

We made out like that for a few minutes and I took the liberty to feel her tit. She wasn't wearing a bra and immediately, I felt her nipple pushing against the palm of my hand.

"Maria," she said loud enough to carry through to the next room. "I won't need your services for the remainder of the evening." 

She took hold of me by my biceps and squeezed, "Nice," she said pushing me back. She grabbed her purse and handed the maid a hundred.

I followed her to the door and pushed her back against it and we kissed and kissed again.

"Let's get comfortable in the other room," she said. "Do you like champagne?"

"Yes," I said following behind her to the bedroom. 

"If you're hungry, there's a tray on the table with shrimp, fruit, nuts, cheese, and crackers."

I picked at the food while pouring two glasses of champagne. I popped a grape in her mouth and followed it with a kiss when I handed her the champagne.

She was an amazing kisser, but she wanted more than kissing. We put our champagne down and fell back on the bed. I couldn't wait to feel her ass and I reached around behind her to cup a cheek. She wasn't wearing panties. I took that as my signal to explore her deeper with my fingers before tasting her with my tongue.

Her legs were so long and smooth and her pussy was shaved. I could not help but think of her with Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise and true to form, she was the same sexual way with me, as she was in that film. My cock was so hard and I couldn't wait to impale her with it. Some of these actors play themselves, I guess, but then I realized how else could they have a sex scene? All they know is how they have sex, how can you play someone else having sex?

I could have been Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise when having sex with Geena Davis. She was the same, absolutely no different. She made me feel like a star. We made love like we had made love a thousand times before. It felt so natural and real and she made me feel that I could possibly have a chance with her, only I remembered she was married, her fourth marriage. Yet, here she was in the hotel suite fucking me.

I wondered why she was there with me in that hotel suite, but I didn't care anymore when she paid me the requisite fee of $5,000. Word had gotten around that I charged $5,000 a night for sex. I remembered that Cameron Diaz started that rumor, had set my price for my sexual services to Madonna and she passed that word to Geena. It was different with her and now suddenly, I felt cheap.

What the Hell? It was just sex, sex for money. So what?

"Would you be interested in doing something next week?"

"With you?" I jumped at the chance of being with her again. I never felt like this about a woman before. It was so real and so instant that—"

"No, not with me," she said, "with a friend."

"Yes, sure. Is she coming to Boston?"

"She is." She gave me that million dollar smile again. "I'll have her call you."

"Great."

"So nice to meet you, Freddie. Good-bye." 



Paparazzi! Ch. 05



Same time, same place, I found out later that the suite where I had sex with Cameron Diaz, Madonna, and Geena Davis was an apartment owned by a little conclave of cougar women. They called it their Den of Debauchery. I can't imagine celebrities having an extra 10 million to buy a penthouse apartment atop the Ritz Carlton to use anytime they happen to be in Boston. Even the doorman, my friend Vinnie, didn't know that they owned the suite of rooms.

The following Saturday, I rang the bell and again Maria opened the door and greeted me with her Spanish accent.

"Mr. Freddie. How are you? It's so nice to see you. C'mon in, please."

This time I didn't have to tell her that I wanted a drink, she had it ready and waiting. Wow, such service. She made me wish that I was rich.

This was fun not knowing who would appear from behind the door. I couldn't imagine. I knew that it had to be a friend of Cameron's, Madonna's (I just can't get use to calling her Lou) and/or Geena's. I ran down the movies they all had been in hoping to find a common bond. Nothing. 

It had been bugging me all week. I should have asked Geena, but that would have spoiled the game of surprise and maybe appeared a bit rude. What did it matter, actually, so long as they paid me $5,000 a piece for having sex? Only, I sincerely hoped that they didn't roll out Liz Taylor in a wheelchair. Don't get me wrong, she's still a beautiful woman, but she's old and a bit weird.

"Hi," I recognized the voice before I saw her. 

"Miss Sarandon." I stuttered. I didn't know what to call her, Miss Sarandon, Mrs. Robbins or Susan.

Immediately, she corrected my confusion.

"Please call me Susan." She looked at me with those beautiful, big eyes while offering me her hand. "May I call you Freddie."

"Yes, of course, please."

For someone who was over 60, she was well preserved. She looked good. She looked hot. Only, after having sex with Geena, the amazon woman, Susan appeared so small, tiny almost. Yet, she had big knockers that I hoped to become intimately acquainted with soon.

"I don't usually do this," she said. "Actually, this is my first time hiring someone for sex. Should I pay you your fee first?"

"Now or later, it doesn't matter."

"Why don't we do it now so that there is no misunderstanding?"

I thought that was kind of an odd comment for her to say. What's to misunderstand? My fee is $5,000 for sex. Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched and that there was someone else there in the suite besides Susan and Maria.

"Maria, you may leave us, now."

Maria scurried out the door waving to me as she left.

I felt uncomfortable suddenly. I was picking up on some bad energy. I wondered if I was being setup and was about to be arrested for prostitution.

Just as I wondered that a tall, handsome gentlemen stepped out from the bedroom.

"You don't mind if my husband watches us, do you?" She asked as she handed me a roll of hundreds to choke a horse wrapped with a rubber band. It felt like five large.

"You're husband?" I stood and shook hands with him. "I'm a big fan of your work, Mr. Robbins."

"That's more than what I got," said Susan. "He didn't comment on my work."

"Oh, God, I'm sorry. I watched ever one of your movies, Susan, Bull Durham, White Palace, Lorenzo's Oil, Thelma and Louise, The Witches of Eastwick and what was that one with Burt Lancaster, uhm..."

"Atlantic City."

"Yes, Atlantic City. That scene with you topless and washing yourself with lemons while Burt..."

"Yes, much like we are going to do tonight, only without the lemons." She stood and motioned me towards the bedroom. "Shall we?"

Tim took a seat in the corner. I don't know, but he looked a bit strange to me. After the first meeting, he didn't speak another word. He just sat and stared while smoking a thin cigar.

"Rip off my clothes," she said forcefully.

I stepped closer and started unbuttoning the bodice of her dress. It was beautiful with varying shadows of periwinkle, lavender, and pink.

"Rip them off," she said slapping me across the face. Oh, boy, I was going to earn my money tonight.

The dress must have cost her a few thousand dollars. It was exquisite and very heavy cotton of a 2,000 thread count feel. I stuck my fingers inside and pulled as hard as I could. Buttons popped and flew everywhere exposing her bra and the top of her panty.

"Don't stop," she said breathlessly. "Strip me naked."

I pulled the dress down from her shoulders and literally tore it from her body. All the while she stared at her husband.

I pulled her bra up and over her head exposing her tits. I pounced on her big nipples taking them in my mouth and sucking them before pushing her back on the bed and tearing off her panty. She was smoothly shaved and I devoured her pussy with my tongue. 

"Give me your cock," she said. "I need to suck you. Stick it in my mouth."

I don't know, but the way that she phrased things made it sound script like and as if I was an actor in her movie. She seemed a bit stiff and as if this was a dress rehearsal for something.

I tried to kiss her before she took my cock in her mouth, but she turned away and leaned down and inserted my stiff prick in her mouth instead. She could suck cock. On a scale of one to ten, she was a ten at sucking cock. She was right up there with Cameron Diaz.

Just when I was about to shoot my load, just when I was about to pull out, and mount her, she spit me out of her mouth.

"You may leave now," she said quickly looking at me before staring back at her husband. The lust she had, she saved for him and not me. I wish I could be a fly on this wall to watch their action. Quickly I dressed and beat it the hell out of the bedroom checking my pant pocket to make sure that I didn't drop the five grand.

"Same time, next Saturday?"

"What? Yeah, sure."

This is crazy. I wondered who now? 



Paparazzi! Ch. 06



Vinnie gave me a heads up with a phone call.

"Freddie, guess who is here?"

"I have no idea, Vinnie. Who?"

"C'mon, guess."

"Britney Spears?"

"Nope." 

Now, you have to understand that Vinnie sounds exactly like John Travolta when he played Vinnie Barbarino, which is what we nicked named Vinnie after watching Welcome Back Kotter reruns when we were kids.

"C'mon, guess again."

Vinnie loved playing this game, so I played along.

"Paris Hilton?"

"Nah, that's a dumb guess. Now why would she pay to stay at the Ritz when she could stay at a Hilton Hotel for free?"

"I give up Vinnie. Who's in town?"

"Cher."

"Cher? Really? I love her."

I was afraid to ask, but I had a funny feeling.

"What room is she in?"

When he told me the room number, the same room number where I had sex with Cameron Diaz, Madonna, Geena Davis, and Susan Sarandon, I knew that she was here to see me.

"Freddie," he said in the excited manner that John Travolta used to get when in the character of Vinnie Barbarino, "I want you to tell me every detail. You know how much I love Cher."

"Calm down, Vinne. I'll ask her to take a photo of you with her. How's that?"

"Freddie, if you could do that for me, wow, what a pal. I'd really appreciate it."

I arrived promptly at 8pm and saw Cher in the private elevator that expressed to the Penthouse suites. She gave me a look when I stepped in the elevator with her.

"I think we're going to the same place," she said holding out her hand. "You must be Freddie."

"I am," I said shaking her hand.

I felt a bit ridiculous shaking her hand knowing full well what we were about to do upstairs in the privacy of her suite of rooms. I would've preferred if she had given me a big wet one and we started knocking boots together in the elevator. Now, that would've been hot. That would've been so Cher, I imagined. Suddenly, I wondered if Cher had ever done that. Knowing how wild she was, I wondered what her wildest sex was and with whom. 

I felt a connection as soon as I touched her hand and looked in her eyes. 

"I've heard so much about you," she smiled while giving me that sexy Cher look.

Although she wasn't as good looking as Cameron Diaz or Geena Davis, there was something so familiar and sensually erotic about her that made me hurt deep down and made my cock throb. She made me feel, as if I hadn't seen her in a very long time and had been missing her. She was loaded with makeup. I shuddered to think what she looked like without her face, yet it didn't matter. There was something about her and that I didn't know what it was that made me feel this way.

Much like Susan Sarandon, I found it difficult to believe that Cher was over 60-years-old. Maybe it was the hair and the clothes, but she didn't look it. Where do these women get their libido from? I had better take good care of myself and stay in shape because I will need all of my good health to continue to keep up with women like her later in life and as I get older. I laughed to myself thinking that so long as I can still drive at night, I'll be a big hit with the women in the nursing home.

It's funny the perception that you have of celebrities is from what you read in the papers, on the Internet or how you see them through their public Paparazzi photos is unlike what they really are when you finally meet them in person. After having lived with Gene Simmons of Kiss, I figured that Cher would be wilder than Cameron Diaz and Madonna and definitely more so than Sandra Bullock and Geena Davis. Susan Sarandon was just plain weird; especially bringing her husband Tim Robbins along. That was bizarre. Surprisingly, all of the other celebrities, Sandra Bullock, Cameron Diaz, Madonna, Gina Davis, and even Susan Sarandon were more sexual than Cher.

We sat in the living room and talked like old friends. She wanted to have a conversation. She wanted to get to know me. She asked me questions about my personal life and about the things that made me who I am that none of the others took the time to do. They all viewed me as a cock. She viewed me as a person and seemed genuinely interested in the things that I had to say. I found talking with Cher so very exciting and interesting.

She seemed very easy to know and I immediately felt comfortable in her presence. She felt like an old friend who I haven't seen in years. It was then that I realized that I could fall in love with her. Impulsively, I backed off.

"What's wrong?" 

She had just met me and she blew my mind that she sensed the immediate change in me.

I stood and walked to the expanse of glass behind me with the million dollar view that overlooked Boston and stared out with my hands dug deep in my pockets before turning to look at her and answer her question. My mind was racing. I was afraid of what I was about to say.

"You scare me?"

"I do?" She laughed her Cher laugh. She has the same laugh that she had when she was doing the Sonny and Cher show. She gave me the same questioning look that she used to give Sonny. "You're afraid of me?" She laughed again.

"No, I'm not afraid. I'm afraid of what this could be." I walked over to the couch across from her and looked at her. I felt embarrassed that I was pouring my emotions out to her like this, someone who I had just met, but someone who I felt that I known all my life. And it was more than the fact that she was a celebrity. It was fate. It was kismet. It was destiny.

"I don't understand," she said.

"You are different than the others. The others were just sex." I'd already opened the door to this insane conversation and needed to finish it, even if she asked me to leave. "I could fall in love with you." I looked deep in her eyes, "and I don't want to get hurt by someone who is just here to fuck me."

"You just met me how could you—" I hit a chord of obvious discontent with her and she appeared angry in the way that she was incense with Nicolas Cage in Moonstruck.

"I'm sorry. I don't know. I never felt this way about a woman before. There's just something about you that didn't exist with the others and," I threw up my hands. "I can't do this. I'm sorry, but I have to leave."

She looked at me dumbstruck as I walked towards the door.

"Wait," she said turning to look at me. "Don't go." 

The pause in conversation was frightening. I didn't know what she would say. I expected her to go in a tirade and throw something at me while screaming at me to get out. I can't do this anymore. I can't do this, even if the money if good. I'm no gigolo. Suddenly, I felt much like Richard Gere in the movie American Gigolo when he met and fell in love with Lauren Hutton.

"I like you Freddie," she said. "I don't normally do something like this, hire someone for sex. Yet, an aging celebrity, we don't receive the undying undulation that we once received and it is difficult to let that die. We're old and have been replaced by younger women. No one wants us anymore." She looked sad suddenly, but I sensed that she had been wrestling with this for some time. "I retired a few times, but public attention and fan affection is intoxicating and a drug more powerful than any drug that I have experimented with, even those that I took when I was married to Gregg Allman." She stood and walked over to me. "I know what you mean when you said that you never felt this way about a woman before because I felt that way once about a man."

She kissed me and I returned her kiss.

To be continued... 



Paparazzi! Ch. 07



I couldn't believe I was kissing Cher. As soon as our lips touched, her tongue was in my mouth and my knees were weak. My hand was at the top of her ass and I wanted to slide it down and cup her cheek. Only, I was afraid. This was Cher that I was kissing. For me, she was different than the other celebrity women who I have been with.

She reached behind her, grabbed me by the wrist and I thought that she was going to remove my hand. I felt like such a pervert and I was surprised that she was so modest and puritanical, but she moved my hand lower and I felt her ass.

"I want to make sure that you understand my intentions," she said with that laugh.

By her invitation, my hand was all over her ass. First I felt one check, then the other, and then both at the same time. She had a firm ass and I wondered if it was her ass that I was feeling or an ass that she had fashioned with the help of a plastic surgeon. No matter, it felt real enough, firm and round. I know that she works out; I read that in the tabloids somewhere.

"You have a wonderful ass," I said.

"Continue," she said.

I reached up and felt her breast. Her nipple had already made an appearance and I was just about to finger it when she broke off our embrace.

"No, no," she said slapping my hand away. "Continue talking about my ass. I'm not like some women who don't like hearing you talk about other women in their presence," she said sitting on the sofa and patting the cushion beside her for me to join her. "I like hearing you compare me to other women. It gets me aroused."

"It does? You do? Wow."

"So, tell me how my ass feels compared to Susan Sarandon's ass."

"Smaller, yeah definitely smaller. She's getting a bit hippy in her old age."

"And Geena's?"

"Well, Geena had a small ass, but your ass is firmer."

"Madonna's?"

"Hmm," I moved and squeezed my hands as if I had Madonna's ass and her ass there to compare, "about the same. You both have wonderful asses."

"Cameron?"

I looked at her not knowing if I should lie or tell her the truth.

"Tell me the truth."

"Cameron is much younger."

"I didn't ask you her age, I asked you how her ass felt to you."

"She has an incredible ass." I didn't want to hurt her feelings, "Probably the same ass that you had a few years ago," she looked a bit sad that I told her that Cameron had a better ass. "Actually, she has the same ass that you had last year." She pouted, "I mean yesterday."

She laughed.

"I like you Freddie. I like men who can make me laugh, Sonny made me laugh and Gene Simmons of Kiss made me laugh." She looked at me, "Did you know we lived together for a few years."

"Yes, I remember reading that." I looked at her and smiled. "I'm a big fan of yours."

"He was a funny guy, different in his thinking than some of the other men who I've been with." She got a serious look on her face. "Yet, here I am alone paying a younger man for sex."

All this talking and we've yet to have sex. The other women were voracious in their sexual appetites. The only reason for me to be there with them in the room was to have sex. Cher was different. I felt like her friend. She was so unpretentious.

I used to fantasize about her when I was a kid when they showed the Sonny and Cher reruns. The funny thing about watching reruns is that you think that it is happening now and these people are still that age, only when you meet them in person or find out how old they are now, you're shocked. Cher is over 60-years-old. I'm shocked. She doesn't look 60-year-old nor does she act or dress like she's 60-years-old.

She still dresses young. Some older people who still dress young aren't able to pull it off, but Cher still has the body to do it. She looks good. I stepped back and tried to look at her with a critical eye, but I couldn't. I was smitten with her, with who she was, how she looked, how she smelled, and how she felt in my arms. I could fall in love with Cher.

I sat beside her on the couch and we kissed again. I had an erection kissing her and we continued making out. She lowered my hand from her shoulder to her breast.

"You can feel my tits now," she said with that laugh.

She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were still up there. Certainly, she must have had breast surgery only not to make them larger just higher. They felt wonderful in my hands. Her nipples were fully erect and she reached down and felt my cock through my pants. 

I needed to make love with her. I needed to know what she's like when she orgasms. I wanted to stick my prick where so many other famous men have visited her sexually. She's fucked them all. She was a wild one. Now, it's my turn and here I am with her.

I unbuttoned her black blouse as we kissed. Her tits were exposed and I wasted no time sucking her nipples. I felt her fingers unzipping my pants and deftly, she pulled my cock out from my underwear. She slid down from the sofa and moved between my legs. She was on her knees sucking my prick. I reclined back watching her skillful mouth and her full lips suck me. I never would have thought I'd be here with Cher and with her blowing me.

I pushed her back on the carpet and she shimmied out of her tight pants. She had a trimmed pussy. I fell between her legs and licked her. My tongue teased her clit while my fingers fucked her hole. She was ready for me and I mounted her. She eased my cock in her pussy and we kissed. We fucked and she came hard but loud.

She rolled me over and kissed me. Her kisses aroused me even more than the kisses of Cameron Diaz. She slid her body halfway down the length of me and took me in her mouth again. She gave me a skillful blowjob, the best that I've ever had, even better than the blowjobs that Sandra Bullock and Madonna gave me.

I shot a load of cum in her mouth that made my balls feel completely drained and depleted. She swallowed all of it and we kissed and stayed there on the rug holding one another. 

The next morning, I showered while she called down for room service. She excused herself telling me that she had a telephone call to make. Then, she came in the shower with me and we did it doggie style in the shower. She was the first celebrity who invited me to sleep over and we made love again that night in bed and in the shower that morning. It was incredible.

We talked like old friends over breakfast and I didn't want to go, but I did. My time with Cher was over. She handed me the envelope with my fee, but I refused it.

"I can't accept this, not from you."

I kissed her again and walked away. I didn't want to leave her.

Vinnie stopped me at the door.

"Did you get it?"

"Get what?"

"The photo of Cher."

"Shit Vinnie, I forgot. Give me a minute."

I hustled back upstairs, but there was no answer at her door. Finally, the maid answered telling me that she had left.

I returned downstairs feeling blue that I allowed her to slip through my fingers. We could have had something more meaningful than a fuck on the rug, in the bed, and in the shower.

Vinnie stood out on Newbury Street smiling like a wild man while holding the door open to a brand new, shiny blue Ferrari Scaglietti 612.

"You're car, sir," he said to me.

"What's this?"

Cher poked her head out the passenger side window.

"Get in." 



Paparazzi! Ch. 08



I pulled out in traffic driving the beautiful, shiny blue Ferrari Scaglietti 612. The sounds from the car were intoxicating and I felt so conspicuous feeling the envious stares of all those around me. I couldn't wait to rev it higher and shift from first to second and from second to third to hear more of the melodious melody that the car made to my receptive ears. What a car! What a fabulous car!

Normally, I don't like leather seating, but surprisingly the leather in the Ferrari was supportive, comfortable, and held me in place. And I liked the contrast of the red leather interior against the deep, blue metallic paint exterior. The small, thick steering wheel felt custom made to my hands and fingers and the shifter was a perfect feel and placement to shift, as were the pedals. It was too much to take in at once. There were so many settings and buttons that I wanted to park and read the owners manual. This thing must have cost three hundred thousand dollars.

The traffic on Newbury Street is always bumper to bumper with people walking out and crossing in front of your car without looking, people looking for parking spaces, and people double parking. I took the first right off Newbury Street onto Berkeley Street, drove across Commonwealth Avenue, across Malboro Street, and across Beacon Street taking the Storrow Drive exit west towards Newton. 

I couldn't wait to give the car some gas and instantly, I had the big 540 horsepower, Ferrari V12 up past a hundred as I motored past the Kenmore Square exit for Fenway Park and away from Boston. It felt like I was doing 50 miles per hour. Cher kept one white knuckled hand on the passenger door and the other glued to my thigh. My senses were a dizzying whirl of sounds, sights, smells, and feels. I slowed to 80mph, so that we could have a conversation.

We drove along the scenic Charles River with Harvard and MIT on the right and Boston University and Boston College on the left. Past Cambridge, Brighton, Allston, and Wellesley, we arrived in Newton the fastest that I have ever negotiated this familiar route.

"This car is amazing. Do you want to drive it?"

"No, this is your car," she said looking at me.

"My car? What do you mean?"

"This is my gift to you for the pleasure you have given me. You've reinvigorated me. I was feeling down and now I feel alive again, so much so that I want to make another movie."

"Are you serious?" I wondered how much the insurance would be on this in Massachusetts, but then thought who cares? It's a brand freaking new Ferrari.

"Enjoy it," she said patting my thigh.

"I don't know what to say. I feel like I was made for this car. It's beautiful, just like you."

"Only," she said pausing with a troubled look on her face. She gathered her thoughts before continuing. "I don't want to hurt you, Freddie, but—"

"What do you mean?" I held my breath fearing the worse. 

"I'm flattered that you are attracted to me and our time together was more than what I hoped for when my friend Madonna, Lou," she said with a smile, "offered me your services. Only, now, I feel that I must let you go to continue your journey with another."

"I thought that we had—"

"I have a friend who I think you would hit it off. I'm old, Freddie. I'm tired. I've been down so many roads with too many men. I thought that this was what I wanted, a younger man, but now I think I'd like to have someone my own age for once." She looked over and smiled. "Now, that I have experienced the pleasure that you gave me, I'm looking forward to returning home and to my career."

"But, Cher—"

She hushed me with a look.

"My friend is younger than me by ten years, but she's been co-dependent in a relationship that has been in a bit of a rut, lately. She confessed to me that she could use a bit of excitement. When I told her about what I was about to do, she told me that if it worked out for me that she may be willing to give it a try." She let go of my thigh. "Only, she is not comfortable going to the Ritz and to the suite. She is a private person." She pointed and motioned me to take the next exit. "She has a house in Chestnut Hill that she uses for whenever she travels to the East Coast."

"Who is she?"

"She's tall. She's quite strikingly beautiful. She has a body to die for. I wish I had her body. She has amazing tits. She comes from a famous family. Both her father and mother were famous movie stars and she has made dozens of movies."

"Okay, now I'm dying to know. Are you going to tell me who she is?"

"I'd rather it be a surprise."

We pulled off the main road and onto Boyston Street, Route 9 the Chestnut Hill, Newton area, which ran the west toward Framingham and beyond. She motioned me to turn off to a side street. Immediately, the homes were lavish multi-million dollar mansions. 

We pulled into a private road off the side street, and drove up to a security gate where that housed a buzzer and a camera.

"Lady Haden, you have a guest."

"Cher, is that you?"

The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but the squawk box did not realistically rebroadcast the vocal sounds of the originator.

"We were just out for a drive in Freddie's new Ferrari and I was going to call you, but I figured we'd be here faster than I could dial your number."

"Well, come in, come in."

It was then that I thought I recognized her voice by her exuberant injection.

We pulled along the paved path as the gate closed behind us. Cher stepped from the low, tight confines of the car and greeted her friend. Her friend was taller than Cher by a couple inches and appeared very shapely. I still couldn't see her face, as Cher was hugging her with her arm draped around her neck and shoulder. She was dressed in this gorgeous blue long flowing silk ensemble that appeared like it was a pantsuit or lounging pajama type of thing. Whatever it was, it appeared custom made for her body. It flattered her figure and it was beautiful.

Cher broke off her hug.

"Freddie, allow me to present to you, Lady Hayden, better known as Jamie Lee Curtis. Jamie, this is the special guy that I have told you so much about."

I stepped forward and took Jamie's hand.

"I'm thrilled to meet you."

"Oh, I betcha say that to all the over-the-hill celebrity women that you meet."

"No, I only say that to really spectacularly beautiful ones."

"I like this guy, Cher." She stepped back to allow us access to her front door. "Come in, come in."



Paparazzi! Ch. 09



Jamie Lee escorted Cher and I to her living room to the right of her reception hall. 

"Make yourselves comfortable," she said. "What can I get you to drink?"

"After that wild ride," Cher said smiling over at me, "I would love a glass of white wine."

"I kept it under a 100 after that first burst of speed," I said with a chuckle.

"And what can I get you, Freddie?"

"Coffee if you have any made or if not—"

"I have coffee. How do you take it?"

"Black."

"Coming right up."

I couldn't believe I was being waited on by Jamie Lee Curtis. This was bizarre and she appeared normal, just like an average person. She was so unpretentious. 

We sat and made ourselves comfortable in the living room and Jamie disappeared in the kitchen. It was a fairly large room with a fireplace, built-in bookcases, pocket doors, and beamed ceilings. All the architectural detail of a Tudor home circa the early 20th century was present including leaded windows and hardwood floors. It was a beautifully decorated with thick carpeting and expensive window treatments that all added to the coziness of the home.

"I'm going to see if Jamie needs help in the kitchen," said Cher. I never imagined movie stars being domesticated enough to even make coffee. I figured, unrealistically, that they had a staff of servants who took care of everything.

I wondered what they were talking about in the kitchen. I figured they were talking about me. I figured Cher was asking her what she thought of me. I listened to hear them talking or whispering, but I didn't hear anything from where I sat in the living room.

Jamie returned with a tray that held a veggie and fruit platter and Cher held a tray with coffee and two cups and her wine. I noticed that Jamie drank her coffee black, too.

"I love coffee, but found out recently that I'm lactose intolerant, which is why I have my coffee black, now," she said sitting on the couch next to Cher and crossing her legs while directing her conversation to Cher. She appeared nervous.

"I know that, Jamie," Cher patted her hand in an attempt to relax her.

I couldn't believe that I was making Jamie Lee nervous.

"I'm lactose intolerant, too," I said, "which is why I take my coffee black, also."

Jamie looked at me and smiled. She relaxed with what I had said and with the help of Cher, we sat and chatted and laughed like old friends.

The buzz from the gate speaker interrupted our good time and Jamie stood to see who was at the gate. Cher peeked out the window, finished the last of her wine, and stood. 

I stood too thinking that we were suddenly leaving. 

"I'm going to leave you two love birds alone," she said looking at me and then at Jamie making her blush. "I made arrangements with the Ritz for a car and my ride is here."

Jamie buzzed the gate open and a shiny, black Mercedes limousine sat waiting in the driveway.

"Cher thank you for the—"

"Shh, shh," she said putting a finger to my lips and following it with a kiss. She hugged me for one last time and whispered in my ear, "Make her happy. She needs to relax."

Jamie walked her out to her car and returned.

"Well, why don't we finish our coffee," she said motioning me back in the living room. I abandoned my chair for the comfort of the couch. We sat at opposite ends.

Well, this was awkward. Mistakenly, I was expecting Jamie to make the first obvious move. Sandra Bullock, Cameron Diaz, Madonna, Geena Davis, and Susan Sarandon all knew what they wanted and weren't shy to reach out and grab it. Cher was different. Immediately, I felt comfortable with her and we talked like old friends. It felt weird with Jamie, maybe because she was nervous, but there was too much of a lag with the conversation. I wasn't feeling any vibes from her that told me what my next move was and I didn't want to insult her to make her feel uncomfortable in her own home. I figured maybe she didn't like me and that this was a bust. I figured that she was thinking how to ask me to leave. Yet, then again, I figured that she would just ask me to leave if that is what she wanted.

She switched from coffee to wine. She offered me a glass, but I declined accepting a second cup of coffee. Incase she decided to ask me to leave, which I felt that she would, I didn't want to be driving after drinking any amount of alcohol while behind the wheel of such a conspicuous car as was the Ferrari. She guzzled the first glass of wine and poured herself a second. We sat and made polite conversation until the wine worked its magic to calm her nerves. 

"Cher tells me that you are a special person."

"She did?"

She nodded her affirmation while taking another small sip of wine. At least she was making eye contact with me while touching her hair and her body language appeared more relaxed, which was a good sign.

"Yeah, I hit it off with Cher. She's a wonderful person."

"And you didn't with the others, Sandy, Cameron, Lou, Geena, and Susan."

"Yeah, well," not knowing how much she knew about what I did, who I was with previously, and what was expected of me, I was the nervous one now. "Sandra, Cameron, Madonna, and Geena just wanted one thing. Susan," I paused and started laughing, "brought her husband along."

"She did not," she said laughing. "You must have freaked out."

She had a nice laugh and I could feel her relax more now.

"It was a bit weird, especially when she directed all of her attention to him and not me."

"So, what did you do with her?"

"With Susan?"

"Yes," she nodded her head while finishing her second glass of wine and pouring a third.

"She, uhm, wanted me to forcibly strip her." I put my empty coffee cup down and waved her off when she was about to get up to pour me more. "I was reluctant because she was wearing this beautiful outfit and she practically wanted me to rape her. Matter of fact, she slapped me hard across the face when I didn't respond fast enough to her command.

"Really," she said taking a sip of wine and looking back at me. "And then what?"

"Well, when I had her naked and was about to have my way with her, she asked me to leave. I imagine that I was the appetizer for some hot sex between her and hubby."

"Well, different strokes," she said touching her hair again. "I can't imagine someone paying for sex."

It floored me when she said that. Why did she think that I was here? And why am I still here? I thought back to what Cher said about leaving us two love birds alone. Well, this is weird. Maybe, Cher expects me to do Jamie for free after giving me the Ferrari. I don't have a problem with that, only she should have told me. Nonetheless, I wasn't getting the feeling that Jamie was disinterested in having sex with me. Suddenly, I had to use the men's room.

"Where's your bathroom?"

"Oh, right around the corner, past the alcove, and near the front door is a powder room."

I splashed some water on my face wondering what my next move should be if I should just thank her for her hospitality and leave. Only, I felt obligated to Cher. She said to make her happy. I didn't want to approach her if she had no idea that Cher had brought me here to give her sex.

I walked back in the living room and Jamie wasn't there. I sat back down pondering my next move feeling really weird. I waited a few uncomfortable minutes before I got up and walked out to the reception hall. 

"Jamie? Where'd you go?"

"I'm up here?"

I walked to the staircase and ascended three steps.

"Jamie?"

I continued up when there was no answer.

"Hello? Where are you?"

The second floor had doors leading to guest bedrooms on both sides of the staircase. The room directly in front of me was the only room with an open door. I decided to go straight and peek inside.

"Jamie?" 

As soon as I stepped a few feet in the room, I saw Jamie sitting at a vanity table brushing her hair. She was naked.

To be continued...



Paparazzi! Ch. 10



As soon as I stepped a few feet in the room, I saw Jamie sitting at a vanity table brushing her hair. She was naked. She had a beautiful body.

I didn't know if I should feel like Dan Akroyd in that movie Trading Places when he played Louis Winthrop III and he happened upon Jamie playing Ophelia, a prostitute, while she was changing her clothes and standing topless in front of a mirror or if I should feel like Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate when he played Benjamin Braddock and Mrs. Robinson played by Anne Bancroft cornered him when she was naked in her bedroom.

Either way, I was thrilled that the situation had suddenly changed for the better.

I walked over to where she sat brushing her hand and put my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was soft and smooth. I continued moving my hands down the front of her massaging her upper body until my fingers touched her nipples and my hands cupped her tits. She had amazing tits, so firm yet so soft. I stood there for a moment allowing my erection to respond to the sensation of my hands feeling and caressing Jamie Lee Curtis's breasts while fingering her nipples. It didn't take long before I had an erection.

She swiveled around and looked up at me before looking at the obvious bulge in my pants. She reached her hand up and felt me through my pants before reaching up with both hands, unbuckling and unzipping me. I love looking down at a woman and watching her when she is about to unleashed the monster. She reached inside my briefs and wrapped her hand around my stiff cock. Her hand felt so warm and she held me with a firm grip.

She looked up at me making eye contact and I looked down watching her pulling out my penis. She looked up again at me and smiled before taking it in her mouth. As with all the others, Sandra, Cameron, Madonna, Geena, Susan, and Cher, it was difficult for me to wrap my brain around the thought that Jamie Lee Curtis, Janet Leigh's and Tony Curtis's little girl was blowing me.

I leaned down and she pulled me from her mouth while still holding me. I kissed her feeling her tongue against mine. I pulled her up to me and she let go of my cock and stood. I wrapped my arms around her nakedness and we kissed again, this time more deeply. My hands reached down and cupped her firm ass. The sensation of her soft naked skin made my prick pulsate against her stomach.

We broke our embrace and she helped me off with my clothes. She walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers. We kissed again before I pushed her back on the bed. I stared at her naked body as she got comfortable. She had a great ass and her pussy was trimmed. I lowered myself to her making myself comfortable between her legs before devouring her pussy with my lips and tongue. I was eating Jamie Lee's pussy. I wrapped my hands around her slim thighs. I couldn't help but think of all the movies that I had watched her act. It was almost like an interactive video to have her there in person and naked while having sex with her with her movies flashing through my mind.

She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair as I consumed her pussy with my mouth. She loved it when I played with her clit while fucking her with my long stiff fingers and following the action of my digits with my tongue. It didn't take long before I felt her legs stiffen and her back arch. She cam almost silently while she squeezed her tits and pulled her nipples.

She reached down for me and I mounted her. I felt her fingers reaching for my stiff cock and she inserted it in her sopping wet pussy. Slowly at first I humped her while kissing her and she returned my humps. I could tell she liked to fuck and needed and wanted to be fucked. She was so very tight and her body felt as good as Madonna's or even Cameron's body. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my back as I humped and humped her before I really started pounding her. 

Once, I started giving her some hard humps, she got loud, very loud.

"Fuck me, Freddie. Fuck me. I need to be fucked hard. Fuck me, fuck me." Over and again, she kept telling me to fuck her and the harder that I fucked her the more she told me to fuck her.

I loved how she held me so tight with her mouth so close to my ear. She darted her tongue in my ear swirling it around and it droved me wild and I could tell she knew that it drove me crazy because the crazier I got, the more she did it. 

"Fuck me, Freddie. Fuck me."

It was automatic the way we were with one another. I sensed when she was ready to cum and she did. I let go a huge load of cum in her pussy. She never told me to use a condom, so I didn't. She was an incredible lay. My cock was still hard and I could feel the cum oozing from it.

Only, she wasn't done yet. She slid down and started blowing me again only removing me from her mouth to ask me a question.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, anything. What?"

"Can you cum in my mouth?" Are you kidding me? Did Jamie Lee Curtis just ask me to cum in her mouth s a favor? She took me in her mouth again and pulled me out to finish her thought. "I get off blowing a man and having him cum in my mouth after he has fucked me and cum in my pussy."

"Okay, sure, yeah, no problem." Oh, my God, I thought. You have got to be kidding me. "Only," I said, "it may take me a little longer the second time."

"That's okay. I'll do what I can to help you."

With that she started really sucking me while stroking me with her hand. Normally, it would take me some time to cum again but she was sucking my cock with such enthusiasm and moving her hand faster and faster with the perfect grip that I shot a load in her mouth within a few minutes.

"I love the taste of cum," she said licking the head of my prick clean. "Fuck me again," she said jumping up on me and giving me a long wet kiss. I could taste my cum on her lips and on her tongue. She was insatiable.

Fuck her again? I just wanted to roll over and go to sleep.

I stayed the rest of the weekend with Jamie. We made love two more times that day, again the next morning and later that night before she allowed me to leave. Then, just as I was about to leave, she stopped me at the door.

"You can't leave, yet." She was so playful and I really liked that fat that she was so tall, maybe 5'9". We fit beautifully together. "I need to blow you again."

I couldn't believe this was happening. She fell to her knees, unzipped me, pulled me out and started sucking me right there in the reception hall by the front door. It so was erotically hot to watch her sucking my cock in the big hall mirror.

I reached down and took her head in my hands and started fucking her mouth. The faster and harder that I moved my hips and fucked her mouth, the more she was getting in to blowing me. She was moaning while making those cock sucking slurping sounds.

I looked up wanting to see myself with my pants down around my feet and with Jamie Lee on her knees with her mouth attached to my cock. Only, when I looked up, there were a man and a woman standing by the door that led to the kitchen watching us.

Immediately, I recognized who they were.

To be continued... 



Paparazzi! Ch. 11



I looked up wanting to see myself with my pants down around my feet and with Jamie Lee on her knees and her mouth attached to my cock. She was giving me an incredible blowjob and I was humping her mouth making the most of her milking my cock. Only, when I looked up, there was a man and a woman standing behind us by the door that led to the kitchen some sixty feet away. Not moving or saying anything, they stood silently watching us.

Immediately, I recognized who they were. How could I not? They were famous.

John Travolta and his beautiful wife Kelly Preston watched the sexual show that Jamie Curtis and I were having. She was striking and had an amazing body. She looked as beautiful as she did when she played Marni Mason in twins with Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger.

"Ahem," I said to Jamie. "Ahem," I said louder to Jamie, this time tapping her shoulder. "Jamie, psst," I said pulling away, stuffing my cock in my pants, and zipping up.

"You didn't cum in my mouth, yet," she said sitting back on her hunches and looking up at me with puppy eyes. It was then that she looked so desirable, cute, and sexy. It took all the self-control that I had not to unzip myself and whip out my cock, again. "You know how much I love it when you cum in my mouth," she said with a pout.

She made my knees weak when she said that. She made me feel so incredibly special. Suddenly, I felt proud that this celebrity loved it when I shot a load of cum in her mouth, but embarrassed at the same time that the celebrity couple standing behind us was privy to our personal and private sex talk.

Kelly giggled and John laughed.

"Don't let us interrupt," said John, "Please continue with what you were doing. We don't mind watching. It was quite erotic. Besides, it's sexually unhealthy, not to mention frustrating, to deny Jamie your cum."

"Yes, we were having a good time watching the action," said Kelly. "I felt like I was watching a sex scene on set. Action!" she said holding up her hands in the shape of a camera lens.

"You have guests," I said looking over her shoulder. Jamie was already in a panic looking behind her with a face of shocked embarrassment.

Suddenly, by Jamie's obvious embarrassment, Kelly was blushing red and showed great restraint in holding back her laughter. Her husband leaned against the staircase with his overcoat dramatically thrown over his shoulders and smoking a cigarette in one of those cigarette holders.

In the way that he looked with his short cropped hair, the position of his body and his body language, with his coat casually draped over his shoulders, and his cigarette holder much like the trademark ones that Truman Capote used, he looked gay. I heard rumors about him being gay or bi-sexual and in the way that he had stared at my exposed cock I now wondered if it was more than rumor. Of course, I leapt to the next conclusion that if John Travolta was gay or bi-sexual, I wondered if Kelly Preston was lesbian or bi-sexual. You never know about these Hollywood types.

"Oh, my God, I forgot you were coming." Jamie turned bright red as she stood up from her kneeling position. "What time is it?" She put her hands through her hair. "The house is a mess."

"It's just after noonish," said John slowly and looking at his watch that adorned his wrist as slowly as he spoke. He took another small puff of his cigarette in the way that I imagined Marlena Dietrich doing in the 1930's. He looked high and in that moment, I saw him as Vincent Vega, the character he played in Pulp Fiction.

"I missed my flight," said Jamie. "I forgot that I offered you the house for the weekend. I'm so embarrassed she said turning to look at herself in the hall mirror and fixing her clothes."

"Don't worry about your flight. We flew here. I can fly you back, if you'd like."

"It's a big enough house, Jamie," said Kelly looking from John to Jamie to me. "We can all stay here." She looked at me. "It will be fun."

Suddenly, I imagined Jamie naked on one side of me with Kelly naked on the other side of me while John sat in a chair at the foot of the bed watching me fuck his wife and watching his wife suck my cock. Stop it, Freddie, I said to myself. Not everyone is the pervert that you are. The Travolta's are probably the nicest married couple since Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward. You just can't make blanket judgments about the sexual depravity of people just because they are celebrities. Not all famous people have low morals.

"It'd be more fun if we all shared the same bed," said John smiling at me before taking another puff.

Well, that reinforced my assessment of the situation. Suddenly, I saw Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward not extending an invitation and having nothing to do with the Travolta's. 

"Oh, no," Jamie said looking at me and back to them. "This is not what you think. Freddie was just leaving. We just met."

"You just met," said John. "Where's the pizza pie? He doesn't look like a pizza deliveryman," he said as he let out a small puff of blue smoke.

In the few moments that I saw of John Travolta he reminded me of the character, Michael that played opposite Andie MacDowell, in his movie, Michael. Kelly looked absolutely delicious, but John just struck me as weird. I wondered if he was gay or high or gay and high.

"Kelly and John, this is Freddie." Jamie ignored John's irreverence of the embarrassing situation and looked from me to her guests and back at me, again.

"Nice to meet you both, I'm such a huge fan. I've seen all of your movies." I stuck out my hand as I walked over to Kelly and she lightly shook it. Then, I offered my hand to John and he weakly shook my hand with his left hand. Now, I've received some weak handshakes before, but that was a gay handshake.

"Nice to see you, big guy," he said through his teeth without removing the cigarette from his mouth and looking at me by moving only his eyes in my direction and without moving his head. If you didn't know who he was, you would think that he was somebody. He looked famous, whereas, Kelly looked gorgeous.

"Well, I should go," I said wishing that I could stay.

"No, don't leave on our account," said Kelly.

"Yes, please stay," said John. "We can use a fourth for Bridge."

"You don't play Bridge," said Kelly looking up at her husband.

"It's doesn't matter," he said with a wink, "we can still use a fourth" he said taking another dramatic puff of his cigarette and smiling a coy smile.

"Well, then, this sounds like an impromptu plan," said Jamie. "I'll call out for some food."

We adjourned to the living room. John sat next to me on the couch and Kelly sat across from me with Jamie sitting across from John on the opposite couch. We had polite conversation. Kelly mostly addressed Jamie and Jamie address John while I sat, smiled, and listened. I was just happy to be here sitting on Jamie Lee's couch and in the same room with John Travolta and Kelly Preston.

Jamie left the room to call for food.

"Isn't my wife beautiful," said John hitting my knee with his hand and looking over at his wife smiling.

"She certainly is," I said with a dreamy look.

I was star struck by her beauty. I couldn't remove my gaze from her face, but did to check out her legs. She sat across from me wearing a very short dress. She had very shapely legs. I couldn't imagine how such a nice woman, as obviously was Kelly Preston, could be married to such a pig, as obviously was John Travolta. 

She made eye contact with me and smiled as we talked. Her dress was so short and her knees were parted just enough. I couldn't help myself and broke eye contact when she turned her head to look at her husband. I looked down at the separation between her legs to see if I could see her panties, Kelly Preston's panties. Only, I couldn't see her panties because she wasn't wearing any.

To be continued... 



Paparazzi! Ch. 12



"Eat me!" Kelly Preston knows what she wants.

I don't know, maybe I'm in the minority after all the fanfare over Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, and Lindsay Lohan going out clubbing without wearing panties, but I like panties. To me, seeing panties are more erotic than seeing a pussy. I'd rather imagine a woman's pussy than to have the shock value of seeing a naked pussy. I'd rather build up to peeling away panties before seeing a woman's pussy. The public immoral display of Spears, Hilton, and Lohan gave the Paparazzi nothing left to imagine when they spread their legs like drunken sailors for the camera when alighting from a vehicle. Everyone knows that the three of those sluts have shaved pussies. 

I was disappointed that Kelly was not wearing panties. Yet, armed with that information, I was on a mission and determined to see her bush before Jamie came back into the room. Once Jamie returned and was sitting next to Kelly and with her husband sitting next to me, I'd have a more difficult time coyly trying to steal a look between her legs. 

Trying not to stare or leer, I looked to see her bush whenever I was able to without being obvious. When she leaned forward to take a cookie from the plate of cookies that Jamie had set out on the coffee table, her legs spread enough for me to discern that she was shaved. I had an immediate erection knowing that I just caught a glimpse of Kelly Preston's pussy.

She kept her legs crossed the remainder of the time that I sat across from her. I wondered if she was teasing me or was embarrassed that she accidentally flashed me her pussy. The rest of the evening was uneventful until we retired to bed. 

Jamie had arranged for another flight to the West Coast and was leaving early tomorrow morning for Logan Airport. Since the house was occupied with guests and the Travolta's had the key and the alarm code, she said that I could make myself comfortable and leave any time. She invited me to stay overnight but ushered me to a guest bedroom. I was disappointed to sleep alone. I thought Jamie and I would have one last romantic encounter. Now, the blowjob where I didn't cum in her mouth was my last memory of her.

I wondered what the Travolta's were doing a few doors down. I couldn't sleep. I was bored. I went downstairs to watch television. I was too horny with thoughts of Kelly Preston's shaved pussy. A few minutes later Kelly appeared at the doorway to the den with a banana.

"I couldn't sleep," I said trying my best not to stare at her.

"What are you watching?" She asked as she peeled her banana.

"I'm just flipping. There's not much on this hour of the morning unless you are into informercials."

I was torn between watching her eat a banana while imagining it was my cock in her mouth instead of a piece of fruit and looking at her body that the nightgown she wore did little to hide. She is so freaking beautiful. Her nipples were already erect and her nightgown was so short and fitted that it highlighted every womanly curve. I hoped she would take a seat across from me. As soon as I thought it, she sat across from me. She sat there smiling at me. I so wanted to make a move on her but I thought better of it with Jamie and her husband upstairs. In hindsight, I wished that I had put the overhead light on instead of relying on the low light from the television to see any more of her. I'd be too obvious in my intentions if I snapped the light on now.

"You've never seen a shaved pussy before," she asked just as she took a bite of her banana and as I took a sip of my coffee. The reaction of spitting coffee everywhere did little to hide the fact that she shocked me.

"Pardon?" I asked soaking up spilled coffee with my napkin.

"I said," she opened her legs more, "the way that you stare at me, you act like you've never seen a shaved pussy before." Hello Mrs. Robinson.

"I've never seen your shaved pussy before," I said now free to look at what I had been trying to see and at what she was showing.

"Do you like what you see?"

"I love what I see."

"I'm horny," she said. "I've been horny since I saw your erect cock in Jamie's mouth." Looking demur, but like she was about to say something naughty, she put her finger to her full lips. "Eat me."

Even though I heard her and understood what she said, I sat motionless. She moved her nightgown nearly up to her waist exposing all of her shaved pussy to me as she slid forward on the couch moving her legs even wider. Okay, this has to be from the clams that I had before I went to bed. I must be dreaming. No way is this real.

She reclined back with her legs spread wide open exposing all of her womanly delights to me. She had a beautiful pussy. I walked over to her on my knees and moved my body between her legs. I kissed her. Oh, yeah, there's no need to pinch me now because this is real. Immediately, she opened her mouth and French kissed me. My cock instantly responded. My hands slipped down to her tits and I caressed her tits and fingered her nipples through the thin lavender satin of her nightgown. The feel of her body excited me and I couldn't wait to taste her.

"Eat me," she said again putting her hand atop my head and gently pushing me down. "I need to cum. I'm so horny after seeing your cock and watching Jamie blowing you."

It was then that I had a vision of Kelly sucking my cock. I figured she would once I made her cum. I was so nervous. I tried to be as quiet as I could. I didn't want to awaken Jamie. I didn't want to awaken her husband. I moved my mouth down to her shaved pussy and gently flicked out my tongue. The thoughts that I was eating Kelly Preston, John Travolta's wife consumed me with desire.

"Where's your husband?" I asked in between licks and mouthfuls of her juicy pussy.

I expected her to say sleeping. I expected her to say, who knows and who cares. I expected her to say, don't worry about him. We have an open marriage. I expected her to say, he's gay and hasn't touched me in years. I never expected her to say what she said next.

To be continued... 



Paparazzi! Ch. 13



"Where's your husband?"

I expected her to say sleeping. I expected her to say, who knows and who cares. I expected her to say, don't worry about him. We have an open marriage. I expected her to say, he's gay and hasn't touched me in years. I never expected her to say what she said next.

"He's in the doorway," she said holding my face between her legs.

I pulled away and turned to see her husband holding a video camera.

"Action!" He ordered and with that she pulled me forward between her legs again dangling her tiny feet on my broad back.

What the Hell? I thought Susan Sarandon and her husband Tim Robbins were strange. At least this time, I'm allowed to play a more active role instead of just being used as a pawn to fire up their passion. I ate her pussy as if she was the last woman on Earth. I fingered her clit while my tongue worked its magic. I flicked at her hole with my tongue and sucked her clit with my lips. I finger fucked her with my long fingers before finding her G spot and driving her crazy with passion. My mind raced with the pleasurable delight that I was eating Kelly Preston.

She came in my mouth. I could feel her cum. She arched her back and tensed her thighs while grabbing my head by my hair and pulling me closer. I thought she was going to smother me. All the while, I continued licking and fingering her. She pressed my nose flat against her shaved pussy. Then, she collapsed sated in the fact that she had just been eaten and had a great orgasm. Only, I didn't stop. I continued eating her. I continued fingering her. Her first orgasm was quiet. Her second one was loud. She screamed her pleasure. I was so afraid that she would awaken Jamie, but was glad that we were on the other side of the house and away from her bedroom.

My face was covered with her secretions. She was in my mouth and up my nose. I was awash in Kelly Preston's juices. In a quick pull, she removed her nightgown and I was rewarded with the vision of her naked body. She had an amazing body. She had incredible tits. Her ass was so round and firm. She pulled me toward her as she slid from the couch to the rug. We kissed and kissed. I felt her hands working at my belt, button, and zipper. She took pleasure in stripping me for her husband's camera and I was so consumed by her passion for me and my horniness for her that I forgot her husband was even there in the room watching us and recording our actions with his camera.

Then, he started instructing her as if he was a movie director. The sound of his voice, John Travolta's voice telling his wife what to do with my naked body was as shocking as it was exciting. 

"Hold up his cock for the camera, Kel," he said. Obediently, she obeyed his instructions. "Now, take him in your mouth, but show me your tongue on the tip before you do." She twirled her tongue around my cock before taking me in her mouth. She sucked the head of my cock as if she was sucking a giant piece of hard candy. I had the image of her eating that banana only this time it was my cock. She positioned herself and me so that her husband had a perfect angle to record all the action. "Stroke him, Kel, and look up at the camera with his cock in your mouth." 

She sucked my cock. She blew me. She stroked me with her hand, as she sucked me. She played for the camera. She did whatever he asked of her. I felt like an actor in a movie doing a sex scene with the female star of the movie.

"Don't cum, yet," she said. Only, in the way that she was blowing me, there was no way that I could hold back any longer. I was ready to shoot a load of cum in her mouth. Intuitively, she knew that I was close and flipped around and clam shelled my cock with her pussy. Slowly, she started fucking me while looking up at the camera and posing. I reached up and cupped her tits, as I fingered her nipples. 

"Lift up your head," she said, "and smile."

Obediently, I lifted my head and gave the camera my best smile.

"Yeah, that's good," said John. "Perfect."

I did whatever she wanted me to do, so long as she continued fucking me.

"Don't cum, yet," she said again. 

She must think that I'm superhuman. I could feel her getting ready to have another orgasm. I rolled her over and started pounding her and really fucking her. Invigorated that I was fucking Kelly Preston while her husband videotaped the action, I was on a mission to make her cum a third time. I wanted to give her something to remember me when she was alone, lonely, and horny. John moved around us taking video from every angle. He was so close with the camera that he made me feel that I was having a threesome.

She wrapped her legs around me and had this amazing orgasm. Just as I was about to unload every bit of cum that I had, she pinched my ass.

"Don't you cum, yet," she said again. "I need you not to cum."

I was dying. I needed to cum. This isn't natural or normal to hold back cum like this for as long as I did with the partner who I had, but I managed to do it. I didn't cum.

As soon as she had her third orgasm, she pushed me off of her and moved her body down to my cock. She took me in her mouth and started stroking me with her hand. 

"Okay, you can cum any time now."

Now, I was holding back. Now, it was my turn to take control and I wanted the control. I wanted to savor her blowjob. I wanted to take my time when, suddenly, she inserted her finger deep in my ass and I shot more cum in her mouth than I have ever shot cum in a woman's mouth in my life. She had a mouthful of my cum. I was spent.

When I lifted my head from the floor to hold her in my arms and to share in the afterglow, she was already standing beside her husband French kissing him. Okay, now, this is stranger than Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins. From this moment forward, every time I watch another John Travolta or Kelly Preston movie, I'll think about cumming in Kelly's mouth and her snowballing my cum in her husband's mouth. Different strokes, but I was happy.

To be continued... 



Paparazzi! Ch. 14



With twenty thousand of dollars in my bank account from having sex with Sandra Bullock, Cameron Diaz, Madonna, Geena Davis, and Susan Sarandon, a brand new Ferrari that Cher had bought me, and after doing Jamie Lee Curtis and Kelly Preston for free, I was thinking about retiring. I figured, at least, that I'd take a couple of weeks and drive down to Florida for some rest and relaxation. The life of a playboy is tough.

Only, just as I was packing my bags, the telephone rang.

"Hello?"

"Freddie, it's Vinnie."

"Hey, Vinnie, what's up?"

"Uhm, there's some people who want to see you."

"People? Who Vinnie?"

"Reporters."

"Reporters? Why would reporters want to see me?"

"They want to ask you some questions about what's been going on between you and a certain bunch of famous women. They said their doing an article, a book, and they want your input."

"Tell them that I left for Miami. Tell them you couldn't get a hold of me."

"Freddie, it's those three famous reporters?"

"Who?"

"You know the one who do the news?"

"Who Brian Williams, Charles Gibson, and Bob Schieffer?"

"No, these are all broads."

"Katie Couric?

"Yeah, yeah and the other two?"

"Which other two?"

"You know, the one who does the Big Brother show and the one who does the Who Wants to be a Millionaire show?"

"Julie Chen and Meredith Vieira?"

"Yeah, that's them."

"Wait, are you telling me that Katie Couric, Julie Chen, and Meredith Vieira want to interview me for their book about celebrity cougars?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"Where are they now?"

"They're upstairs in the suite. The manager let them in with his passkey." 

"Vinnie, that's a private residence. He ought to know better than that."

"Yeah, well, he was star struck by their celebrity status. What do you want me to tell them?"

"Tell them that I'm on my way."

It took me five minutes to drive to the Ritz. I left the Ferrari running and Vinnie had the valet take extra special care of the car. Whenever a hot car like a Ferrari pulls up, they give it the best spot so that people passing by can ogle the car. I had a parking spot right out front.

The manager spotted me as soon as I entered the hotel and escorted me upstairs in the private elevator. He unlocked the door to the suite and escorted me in.

"Thank you," said Meredith Vieira, "you may go now. We'll call you if and when we need to talk to you, again."

The manager was reluctant to leave but did.

"Whatever you need, just call downstairs and ask for me personally."

"Yes, we will," said Julie Chen.

"Hi," said Katie Couric sticking out her hand. "You must be Freddie, the one we have heard so much about." We shook hands and she introduced Meredith and Julie.

"Please, no introductions are necessary. I watch you guys every day."

"You are some kind of modern day Casanova," said Katie.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Please sit," said Meredith waving me over to the couch by the bay window that overlooked Boston. "You know this suite better than we do."

"I don't know what you are talking about. This is the first time I've been here."

"Freddie, you are not in trouble. You are not on trial. We just want to ask you a few questions for the book that we are writing jointly," said Julie.

"We know you have been intimate with Sandra Bullock, Cameron Diaz, Madonna, Geena Davis, Cher, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Kelly Preston." She looked up at me. "That's an impressive list of celebrities, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, I would say that is quite an impressive list of celebrities, but that is all that I'm going to say."

"Listen, what if we talked off the record?" said Meredith turning off the tape recorder.

"Okay, I'd be more willing to talk if I knew that I wouldn't directly be quoted."

"Other than the fact that you are very good looking, we want to know what the attraction is and what the hold that you have over these women," said Julie.

"Well," I said, "they are aging celebrities and I am young and in my prime. They enjoy being with someone younger."

"So," asked Meredith, "you have sex with them?"

"Yes."

"For money," she continued with her questioning.

"Other than Sandra, I never asked for money."

"So, with Sandra, you felt the need to ask her for money," said Katie.

"No, it just happened that way."

"And," said Julie, "what about Cher buying you a new Ferrari?"

"How do you know all these things?"

"We're reporters, Freddie, we have our sources," said Meredith. The three of them shared a laugh.

"Can we see what their $5,000 bought," said Katie looking down at my crotch.

"You want to see my cock?"

"Yes," said Julie.

"Please," said Meredith, "we believe it is important for, uhm, our research to know what your cock, I mean, penis looks like."

"I'm not about to expose myself to you ladies."

The three of them reached in their purses and pulled out rolls of one hundred dollar bills.

"Here's our $5,000 each, your fee to show us what you did with the celebrities," said Julie

"I can't. It's not right."

"We can force you to show us your cock," said Katie.

"I'd like to see you try. No judge would sign a court order ordering me show you three sluts my cock."

"Court order? We don't need a court order," said Meredith. "We have Julie."

With that, Julie leapt over the coffee table and gave me a karate kick to the chest. All I saw was a white flash of Julie Chen's bikini panty as she kicked me. The three women were at me tearing at my clothes. They were animals. Never have I been so violated. There was nothing that I could do. They were so strong and I was so weak.

When they finally stripped me naked, Julie tied my hands behind my back. I was powerless to do anything. Meredith pushed me down on the couch and Katie fell between my legs staring at my cock while holding it in her hand.

"How big does it get," she asked me.

"Let go of me, you pig," I said with tears in my eyes. It was horrible. I felt so abused. I felt like a piece of meat.

"Stroke him," said Meredith. Katie started stroking me using her index finger and thumb, as if my cock was the first cock she had ever stroked.

"Move out of the way," said Julie. She fell to her knees and took me in her mouth. I couldn't believe that Julie Chen was giving me a blowjob.

"Let me try that," said Meredith. She took Julie's place and started blowing me.

"Okay, I don't want to be the only one left out. Let me suck his cock, too," said Katie. The three newswomen were taking turns blowing me.

Never have I been as embarrassed. I was mortified. I was violated. I would need extensive therapy after this. Just as I thought I would face the worst of my embarrassment, cumming off in either Julie's, Meredith's or Katie's mouth, the door to the suite opened.

To be continued... 



Paparazzi! Ch. 15



Madonna, Cher, and Genna Davis entered the condo nearly together.

"What's going on here?" Cher's face was red with rage. I've never seen her so mad. She has quite the temper.

Madonna closed the door and locked it. Cher and Geena Davis stood behind her.

Katie, Meredith, and Julie stood and turned to face the celebrity women. 

"Hello ladies," said Katie. "We were just leaving."

"Leaving? The fuck you are," said Madonna. "The only way you are leaving is by that window."

"What the fuck you doing in my condo?" Cher took an intimidating step towards the newswomen and paused when she saw me on the couch behind them. "Are you okay, Freddie?"

"Yes," I said through tears.

"What did you do to him?" Geena had two fisted hands at the ready. "Did you hurt our Freddie?"

"We were just asking him some questions," said Katie. "We meant him no harm."

"Why is he tied and naked."

"He, uhm, tried to sexually molest us," said Meredith. "Yes, he stripped himself naked and tried to get us to blow him, which is why I may have a little drip of cum still on my lip.

"Yeah, we had to restrain him," said Julie.

"They're lying," I said crying. "They blew me, but I never came off. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of cumming in their mouths. They practically raped me. There's no telling what they would have done to me, had you not saved me." 

"What questions were they asking you," said Madonna.

"They were asking sexual questions about our personal relationship for the book they are writing about celebrity cougars."

"A book, huh? So what do you know," said Geena. 

"Let's make a run for the door," said Meredith charging for the door. "You go left," she said to Katie, "and I'll go right."

"Get them, Julie," said Katie making a run for the door behind Meredith

Julie leapt at Cher, but Cher hit her with an uppercut that sent her crashing on the coffee table splitting it in half. Damn, that Cher is quite the fighter. I'm impressed. I wouldn't want to meet her in a dark alley late at night.

Julie's skirt was up around her chest and I was rewarded with an unobstructed view of her white bikini panties. She had very thin legs. Julie gathered herself and came at Cher again and Madonna grabbed Julie by her arm and pinned it behind her.

In one quick pull, Geena tore open Julie Chen's blouse and ripped off her bra. Julie freed herself from Madonna and fought back ripping open Geena's blouse and ripping off her bra. Their tits were exposed for all to see. I just love a good cat fight.

Geena turned Julie to face me and I gave Julie and Geena and approving smile of satisfaction. Then, Julie pulled away from Geena and turned her to face me. Again, I gave them both an approving smile. Julie had the tiny tits with dark nipples. Then, Geena bitch slapped her and pulled down her skirt and panties in one quick pull. Julie Chen stood naked before me. Julie put some Karate moves on Geena and stripped her naked, pulling off her skirt and panties. Now, Geena and Julie were both naked. Cat fight score tied with celebrity women one and newswomen one.

Katie came at Geena and kicked her in the groin. With Geena doubled over, Madonna pushed Katie and tackled her pinning her to the floor. Katie's skirt was up around her waist and her legs were wide open with Madonna between them while bitch slapping her across the face again and again. In a frenzy of arms and hands, Katie tore open Madonna's blouse and ripped off her bra and Madonna responded in kind tearing open Katie's blouse and ripping off her bra.

Then, Madonna stood over Katie and tore off her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties. She stripped her naked. Never would I ever imagine seeing Katie Couric naked. Yet, there she was tits, nipples, pussy, and ass totally naked. Katie jumped up, tackled Madonna and stripped her naked pulling down her pants and panties. Now, four of the women were naked leaving only Cher and Meredith fully clothe.

I sat on the couch enjoying the strip wrestling cat fight show. My cock stood at attention showing everyone what I thought of the show. Katie had a nice set of knockers and a trimmed brown patch of pussy hair. Madonna had a more muscular body with a great set of jugs. Seeing Katie helpless and naked made me want to fuck her and humiliate her the way she humiliated me. Now, I had to urge to stick my cock in her mouth and shoot a load of cum to shut her up. Only, she wasn't helpless for long after stripping Madonna naked. The unofficial score was now tied at two to two.

Meredith nearly made it to the front door when Cher grabbed her. In a swift backhanded move, Meredith slapped Cher across the face. The loud sound of the slap stunned even Meredith and made her pause before trying to flee again. Cher was stunned herself for a second and allowed Meredith to make another attempt at unlocking the door. Quickly Cher regained her composure. 

"Motherfucker!" Cher was hopping mad. She grabbed her and spun Meredith around. She cold cocked Meredith with a blow that sent her flying up and over the couch. Then, she was all over her stripping her naked.

Cher ripped off Meredith's sweater exposing her bra. In a quick pull she ripped off her bra. I have no idea how these women got their bras off so fast when it takes me forever to unhook one. Next she pulled down her pants exposing light blue bikini panties. With Meredith kicking, Cher pulled off her panties. Now, Meredith was naked, too. The score was three in favor of the celebrities with the newswomen still at two.

Meredith was mad and jumped on Cher's back forcing her to the floor. It a frenzy of movements, Meredith had stripped Cher naked too exposing all of Cher's most personal of tattoos for all to see. Again, it was a tied score with the celebrity women at three and the newswomen at three.

Then, the women all started laughing. Six naked women laughed hysterically. Only, Cher picked up the telephone and made a quick call. Then, she whispered something to Geena and Madonna. Cher was always calling someone. She knew a lot of people.

"Well, I think we got the better of you girls," said Katie to Geena, Cher, and Madonna.

"Oh, yeah," said Cher. "You still have one small problem."

"What's that," said Meredith.

"We're not going to let you leave, not without a fight," said Madonna.

"Oh, yeah," said Julie.

"Yeah," said Geena.

With that, Katie reached down, lifted up the oriental carpet, and gave it a quick, hard tug sending Cher, Madonna, and Geena tumbling back on their asses. Julie grabbed hers, Meredith's, and Katie's clothes while Meredith unlocked and opened the door.

"Bye suckers," said Julie.

Only, Katie, Meredith, and Julie with clothes bunched in hand stood naked in the hall surrounded by a gaggle of Paparazzi photographers that Cher had telephoned.

Final score, celebrity women four and newswomen three, the celebrity women were winners of the cat fight. Oh, and I was there naked and horny to reap the spoils of Cher, Madonna, and Geena naked and horny, too.

Maybe, I won't retired just yet.