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Shannon Stewart

By: hopeolsonfan



When I got the letter I was so certain it was a joke that I threw it way immediately. I didn't know who could have done it or who among my friends even knew that I had a thing for Shannon Stewart. OK, I joined a group on the internet and even subscribed to her page for a month. Part of me was a little scared that maybe somebody had hacked my ID and now had personal info about me. But nothing bad happened to my credit card and I soon forgot the whole thing.

That's why the phone call a couple of weeks later was kind of spooky. It was pretty late at night and the voice on the other end, granted a very sexy female voice, asked, "Why didn't you answer my letter?" 

"What letter?"

"This is Shannon Stewart. I wrote to you about being a guest at my photo shoot."

"Oh, that letter. Look I don't know if this is a joke or some kind of scam but..."

"No, listen. You've got to come. We spent a lot of time checking you out. I mean we didn't want a pervert or a loony. You got picked, that's all. Can you come?"

I sat down, still sceptical, but a little amused by the efforts the pranksters were making. "Come where and when?"

She rattled off some dates and told me how cool it would be to visit Los Angeles. Oddly enough, the dates actually worked for me and I said so. But I was not about to buy a ticket or book a hotel; I knew about those scams too.

But she was ready. "OK, if you're coming we'll FedEx a plane ticket and we'll book a hotel. It'll be the same place we shoot. I'm sorry we can't go first class but I'll make sure you have a good time while you're here." She even giggled a little bit.

Yeah, right I thought and after a few more pleasantries about how glad she was that I was coming and me being glad to meet her we hung up. I sat startled for a moment, thinking about the great lengths some people go to for a joke or a con. But damn that voice was sexy.

Well, the joke was on me. A few days later I was signing for a package with Federal Express. Inside were a roundtrip ticket, an itinerary, and a handwritten note from "Shannon." She said again that she was sorry the flight wasn't first class but she was so happy I was going to be there for the shoot. 

I was even more convinced that it was a scam now. But I called the airline and found that the ticket was completely paid for. Same deal at the hotel. I was starting to get paranoid. Maybe it was terrorists planning to frame me? Damn, what the hell was going on?

Later that night I got the idea of looking at some samples of Shannon's autograph that I knew I'd find on eBay and the letter did match as far as I could tell. I sat on my couch to think things over. For some reason I popped in a playmate video and was watching Shannon as the phone rang.

I have to say it was a freaky thing to be watching her beautiful naked body on my TV and hearing that sexy voice at the same time. She actually said, "What are you up to?"

I knew the question was rhetorical but couldn't help blurting out, "I'm watching you on video."

It was the lusty yet embarrassed laugh that convinced me. I was really talking to the gorgeous Shannon Stewart, my all time favorite playmate. I crossed my legs in embarrassment because of a sudden erection; I lost track of the fact that she was thousands of miles away.

She made some more small talk and I tried to keep up my end. She said she was calling to make sure I got the tickets, when I confirmed that I had them and wouldn't miss this trip for anything she laughed. She seemed genuinely happy that I would be there for her. That's how she put it too, "I really need you to be there for me."

OK, I thought as I hung up the phone, I'm going to LA. On my TV the video version of Shannon was looking longingly at me as she pinched her nipples. I set a countdown to the flight on my computer.

Everything above seems like a geeky fantasy I'm sure but it's all true. I know nobody will believe me but I'm sure it will be even harder to believe that the flight was overbooked and I wound up getting bumped to another flight, and yes, I sat in first class.

I've been to Los Angeles a few times and I'm always surprised by how much I like that city. The hotel was nothing special, just your typical Marriott clone. When I got to the desk I was pretty tired and went right to my room. The message light was blinking.

There was that voice, "Hi, it's Shannon. We heard that you were going to be late. Call me when you get in."

I immediately dialed the room number she gave me. I was crestfallen when a man answered.

"I'm Frank. Shannon's in the shower but come on over."

"Nah, man. I think I'm gonna crash." No way did I want to sit around with Shannon and her boyfriend.

"No, you have to get over here. Look the rooms are all connected. Just open the door next to your closet."

Sure enough I opened the door to what looked like a makeshift photo studio. There was video equipment including a monitor, and a bunch of different cameras and light stands. Spread out on a table was a bunch of Polaroid shots and images of Shannon were playing on the video monitor.

Frank shook my hand. He was big, about 6'6" and had long stringy blonde hair. He was dressed completely in black: boots, jeans, and tee shirt. Instead of a belt he had a chain. I guessed I was meeting my first Hell's Angel. I made a note to be very polite and not even glance at Shannon since he obviously would stomp anybody with designs on his girl.

He was very friendly though, "You want room service? Or there's stuff in the frig there. Help yourself. We were just shooting tests for tomorrow. What do you think?" He gestured at the photos on the table. 

I have to confess that I have spent many an hour studying the merits of various photographs of Shannon and a few other playmates, but until that moment no one had ever asked my expert opinion. I gave those Polaroids my full attention. Most were headshots and Shannon seemed to be experimenting with different ways to use her hair. In all the shots she had on a tight black tee shirt and jeans, must be the bikers' uniform. In just one shot she had a silly grin and the shirt pulled up to flash one of those incredibly kissable breasts.

All I could do though was stare into those hypnotic eyes. Were they blue, were they grey? Were they Asian? Even in the Polaroids they seemed to glow with an inner light and offered erotic pleasures merely in the opportunity to look deeply within their charms.

I must have really been standing there in a trance because I was startled out of my reverie by a feminine voice, "So what do you think?"

In my shock I dropped the photos I was holding and stumbled to pick them up. As I bent to the floor I looked and saw those fabulous, long legs. I looked up and there was that million dollar smile. All she was wearing was the while terrycloth robe from the hotel. 

She pulled the robe tightly around her and when I stood she gave me a gentle peck on my cheek. "You finally made it! Did Frank get you some food? Frank, order something for him." Now she moved around the room in a flurry, gathering wine glasses and a bottle from a case they had obviously brought with them. "Did you show him the video?" And kept prattling on that way.

Frank just smiled and shrugged. When he could finally get a word in he asked me what I wanted and I said to get whatever everybody else wanted. That turned out to be a lot of burgers and fries. 

Shannon finally sat on the couch and handed the bottle over for Frank to open. She gestured for me to sit next to her. 

"Did Frank tell you about the morning? We want to shoot both video and stills at once. The crew will get here ...When Frank?"

"Eight"

"About eight. But you and I can go to breakfast since they have to set up."

"No Shannon," Frank said with mild exasperation, "You need to be here for lighting tests."

Shannon ignored him and poured the wine. As she passed me my glass a small drop spilled onto her knee. It looked like a ruby glistening on her skin. But she glanced down and jumped up. "Ohmigod! I forgot I'm not dressed. I'm so sorry." She got up and ran into the other room.

Frank just shook his head again, "Get used to it man. Hey, I gotta split. When the food gets here sign for it as Shannon Stewart Productions. And leave a good tip." He got up and gulped down his wine. Shaking my hand he said, "Glad you're here. It'll make everybody's life easier tomorrow."

"Frank, why am I here?"

"Didn't Shannon tell you in the letter?"

I had to explain that I had thrown the letter out thinking it was a joke.

"Well it's no joke man, but I better let Shannon explain."

Then he was gone. I left was alone. And in a few minutes I was going to be alone with a woman I've been dreaming about for a long time. I sat back on the couch and took a sip of wine to calm myself. 

Shannon came out again and there should have been a fanfare. She had on the tightest white dress I'd ever seen. Every sensuous curve was exposed. The fabric was so light that I could have read the label on the white thong underneath if I was close enough. It was a simple low cut spaghetti strap number but it looked like it was painted on and covered her body more in theory than practice. She wore her hair up so every inch of her soft shoulders, long lovely neck, and ample bosom was exposed.

She gave a little spin to show off and grinned. "I hope you don't mind but there's a club here in the hotel and I'm hoping you'll take me? Do you have some clothes? Never mind, you look fine." She began to go on and on about dancing. The knock for room service interrupted her. "Where's Frank? Oh, that's right. If he doesn't get home early his boyfriend gets jealous."

Boyfriend?!! I signed for the food and decided the best course was to just let her keep talking. And talk she did. It was a joy to watch that yummy mouth gobble down food and take sips of wine. She kept chattering about how much fun we were going to have and how glad she was to have me there. Frank had some great ideas for the sessions tomorrow. Oh and she was glad that I was going to be taking her dancing.

Finally, while she was chewing a particularly large bite of her burger I had a chance to speak. "Ah, Shannon, what do I need to do tomorrow?"

"Didn't you read the letter?" Then she laughed and it sounded like chimes. "Oh yeah! You thought it was a trick. Well, April fool sugar. Now let's go dancing." She jumped up, took my hand and we went ... to the bathroom. I had flown across the country to watch a sexy supermodel brush her teeth!

As she bent over the sink I took in her whole body. The dress barely covered her crotch and was extremely low cut in the back. I was staring at yards and yards of creamy playmate flesh. It occurred to me that we were going to attract a lot of attention. 

Against my better judgment I spoke, "Um, Shannon? It might be a little cool downstairs. Do you have a jacket or shawl or something?" 

Shannon grinned at me, "Good idea. Let me get something. You go get ready and meet me back here." She ran to her room like an excited school girl.

So I went back, cleaned up, changed into a clean shirt, and when I came back Shannon was waiting and like a tornado she took my hand and swept me out of the room down the hall and into the elevator. She was wearing a black shawl that did nothing to hide the lush curves but at least muted the transparency of the dress. 

In the elevator she leaned against a wall and took both my hands in hers, "Do you like to dance? It's OK if you don't. You'll like dancing with me. Did Frank tell you to use the production code to sign for everything? I hope they have good music." On and on like that. Ordinarily such chatter would be annoying but she looked so pretty and seemed so genuinely excited and her voice was so damn sexy that all I could do was drink it in.

The club turned out to be on the top floor. The place was packed and the music was unrecognizable. It didn't matter to me since the company was so fine. 

Walking in with Shannon Stewart on my arm was a real challenge. The guys in the room actually did bulge out their eyes like in the cartoons. I heard all sorts of comments and whistles as we walked by. The crowd in point of fact did part for us just on the strength of Shannon's sexy walk. Everybody wanted a look at that rear slinking along under that white silk.

I also couldn't help notice that having a hot looking woman on your arm made you look good to the other hot women in the room.

It was going to be an interesting night.

Shannon immediately staked out a table and tossed her shawl over a chair. So much for modesty. She spun around and shot her arms in the air and was writhing to the music. She pressed in close to me, and that was pretty much it. I'm not much of a dancer but she made it easy. Her only rule seemed to be, "Stay close." So I did.

Sometimes her voluptuous chest would be pressed against me. Other times she would be grinding her bottom into me and slithering up and down my body. 

After about five minutes we were both sweaty but because of the thin fabric of her dress she may as well have been nude.

I noticed that about half the guys in the room had stopped dancing and were staring at us. Then came a slow dance. She draped her arms over my shoulders and pressed her head against my chest. I'm considerably taller than she is and I was becoming high on the scent of her honey brown hair.

The beat picked up bringing more of her erotic squirming. Finally she gasped, "I need some water." So we moved to our little table. 

She asked me to get her a drink and I asked her if she was OK alone. I was glancing around at the guys crowding around us. 

I worked my way over to the bar and I was getting smiles and hellos from an incredible array of truly foxy women. Somehow, the presence of Shannon made me a stud. OK. I could play along. 

At the bar a another woman who could be a candidate for Playboy herself actually grabbed my ass as she asked me to dance. "Um, maybe later I mumbled." 

I came back to our table with a couple of designer waters and of course there was a guy the size of Arnold Schwarzenegger in my chair. This was not going to be easy, I thought. 

But then it turned out to be a snap. As soon as she saw me Shannon jumped up and sat me in the chair and then she wriggled into my lap.

The Arnold double glared at me. "Shannin sez I gotta ask you if she can dance wid me," he mumbled.

By now Shannon had her arms around my neck and was looking at me with doe eyes. Dare I say bedroom eyes? I gave her the water, drank mine down in one gulp, pounded the glass on the table and said in my most macho voice, "Well, Gargantua, the thing is, we have to get up early tomorrow so I'm taking this little cutey to bed." Shannon grinned up at me. 

Arnold stood up and said, "Wait a minute." Fear of Arnold at that moment instantly reduced the hard on I just developed in response to Shannon's hot plump ass rubbing my lap. I thought I was about to be shipped home by Federal Express. But the security guards at the club must have sensed trouble because six burly hands held the big gorilla in his seat. Shannon jumped up, spun around to give everybody a show and wrapped herself in her shawl. She took my arm, and with her head resting on my shoulder we exited the club pretty much the way we came in, that is, attracting lots of attention.

In the elevator Shannon grabbed my ears and pulled me down into a big kiss on both my cheeks. "My hero!! Thank you so much I had such a great time." I could feel her nipples stabbing into me. "I know you were only kidding about taking me to bed. But you know what. I do need to get some sleep. Frank can be a bear before a shoot."

My head was spinning as the elevator sank down to our floor. When we got to the door Shannon pulled me into her again. This time she wrapped one of her shapely legs around me and gave me a wet (albeit closed mouth) kiss on the lips. She pushed me away with one hand. "I want you to promise me something. I saw those girls checking you out. I want you to go back to the club and have some fun. Show those guys up." She blew me another kiss and disappeared into her room.

Who was I to deny her request? Two things: 1) this was a golden opportunity never to come my way again, 2) if I didn't do something I would be spending the whole night playing with myself because of the way Shannon had turned me on.

Sure enough I was back at the bar for about five minutes before that friendly blonde came back. "What happened to your playmate?" she asked.

I guess word had gotten around. It's not hard to imagine that Shannon had been recognized by any number of men in the room. But I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth next, "Well, she's for dessert; I figure you for the main course." Gezz, what an asshole I was. But you know what? It worked.

She gave a lusty laugh and said, "Let me buy you a drink."

"No," I said, going for broke. "Let me buy you a drink. I've got a nice champagne in my service bar downstairs." 

She stepped back, looked me up and down for a second then asked what room I was in. After I told her she said wait a second and she turned around to talk to her girlfriend. Meanwhile I was wondering if there was even a service bar in the room, let alone a nice bottle of Coke. But she turned back to me and took my arm. "Let's go." 

This was now my third showy promenade through the club. As we walked past him I could see the Arnold look-alike trying to figure out what rock band I was in.

The elevator was there as soon as I pressed the button which was lucky since it looked like a couple of guys may have been following us. We stepped in pressed, the button and started down. The woman took both my hands and pulled me towards her.

"By the way, I'm Brande." Then she kissed me, shooting her tongue in and squeezing my ass. When the doors opened she pulled on my belt and asked which way to the room. 

Well, there was a bottle of champagne, and Brande enjoyed it. In fact, we had a couple more bottles later. Brande likes champagne with sex. She actually said that, "I like champagne with sex." How can you not love a girl like that?

When we came in the room she really took charge. She insisted that we leave the door unlocked and I soon found out why. She told me to open the wine. That's when she said it, "I like champagne with sex."

She immediately went to work on the bed. She pulled down the covers and got the extra pillows out of the closet. She then kicked off her shoes. She took a glass of wine from me, clinked, and as she drank she undid my pants.

I've never had my cock in a mouth full of champagne and it's an experience I hope to repeat. At first it's a little cold but then the bubbles take over. Plus Brande's tongue was really athletic. 

She just took in the tip at first and was rolling her tongue all around it. After each sip of wine she would pull me back in but each time a little deeper. It took her about three glasses to take the whole cock down her throat but then she really started sucking and slurping. Even after I came she kept sucking for a couple of seconds, as if she wanted to make sure. She then took a big gulp of wine and stood up.

She smiled and pulled off my shirt. She then turned around and taking the bottle led me to the bed. 

She pushed me down, then standing over me did a slow strip tease. She was wearing a tight red miniskirt and a red tank top. She took great pleasure in easing down the zipper of the skirt and controlling its descent with the sway of her hips. Brande was not a girl who bothered with panties. 

Somehow she managed to go even more slowly with the top, shedding it as if it were a second skin.

Her breast were really large and firm and in retrospect I think a little enhanced, but frankly that was not an issue at the time. She had topped off her wine glass and dipped a nipple in and then brought it to my mouth. It is a good way to taste champagne. 


Shannon Stewart Sees a Ghost



This is a story about the exotic Shannon Stewart, the June 2000 playmate. Millions of men have been haunted by her mysterious eyes and captured by her voluptuous body. Thousands have tried mightily to bed this beauty; and some even have had the heavenly delights of her flesh. But only a very few know that the haunting sex goddess is also haunted. 

The night Shannon Stewart was born was lit by a full moon; but the lovely girl's eighteenth birthday had a new moon and the night sky was pitch black. The witches of the bayou always told her she would be marked and on this dark night of the black new moon she was going to fulfill her destiny. As the church bells in New Orleans chimed midnight the beautiful young virgin was tied to a pole in a private cemetery in one of the oldest parts of the city. Her white wedding dress caught the faintest glimmer of the stars and revealed the lush lines of her curvaceous body. Her creamy breasts were red with her shy blushes as they heaved up and down with her terrified breathing; even under the bridal veil her eyes flashed with panic. A silk scarf was pressed between her soft red lips and muffled any sound she might make as waves of apprehension swept over her like the hot summer breeze. But she was excited too and proud that she was the chosen one. She was waiting tonight to be ravaged and raped by a ghost. Only Shannon's virginal sacrifice could end a curse over two centuries old. Now there was the sound of boots on the ancient pebbled path in this sacred spot. Shannon screamed with joy and dread as the monstrous shadow of the vengeful ghost came to claim her maidenhead.

.....................................

Months before, in the winter back in her home town, Shannon was with a group of her high school friends sitting in front of the fireplace at the home of the most popular teacher in the school. He was sharing pictures and artifacts from his family estate and he was, in fact, telling the girls a ghost story, the story of his ancestor Captain Le Rouge. He was called the red because he was a bloody pirate in his youth. In his old age he had transformed himself into a respected merchant and even took a wife and raised a family. When his first wife died he took as a bride the most beautiful girl ever to walk the streets of New Orleans, Charlotte Deneuve. 

The wedding was on her eighteenth birthday, but that night the captain's evil past caught up with him. Some of his old crew who he had betrayed and abandoned finally caught up with him. They kidnapped the lovely young Charlotte and bound and gagged her on her wedding night. She was still in her wedding gown, and they captured her just as she was going upstairs to her bridal bed. The pirates were stopped as they fled the house but in the brief yet bloody skirmish Charlotte was murdered. 

"And to this day, she haunts the house, moaning and crying because her husband did not protect her and possess her on her wedding day," the teacher went on in a muted voice. "It's said that until she finally has a husband that she will not rest."

The girls all took a deep awed breath; Shannon's eyes were wide and they sparkled in the light of the fire. "Here's a photo of a painting that hangs in the family home. It was finished on May 25, 1778, her wedding day, the day she died."

"Wow, that's my birthday!" Shannon said in a hushed voice. Then she blushed, "I mean, May 25th, not like I was born in 1778."

"Holy cow! She looks like you," Shannon's friend Cindy exclaimed. Sure enough, the copy of the old painting looked exactly as if Shannon had posed in an old fashioned dress. She blushed even more and the other girls teased her. The teacher looked serious and solemn for a moment then took the picture back. "No, it doesn't look like Shannon at all. Let's have no more of that." But still his brow was furrowed as he studied Shannon's beautiful face quietly.

For days and weeks afterwards, this was all Cindy could talk about. She was convinced that Shannon was the reincarnated spirit of the woeful Charlotte Deneuve. She even talked Shannon into wearing a gown like the one in the picture to a costume party. Finally a few weeks before Shannon's eighteenth birthday Cindy took her to a gypsy witch. 

"Yes," the old hag sputtered as she pawed Shannon's hand eagerly, "There is great power in you. You have the destiny to save a lost soul, to finally allow a wretched creature to find lasting peace. Great strength is here in you but there is a great sacrifice you must make." Shannon was almost ready to faint from the strong smell of the incense burning in the small hut. Cindy was almost jumping up and down with excitement. 

"What is the sacrifice?" Shannon asked meekly.

"You must take Charlotte's place in the bridal bed!" Both Shannon and Cindy gasped. Nobody had told the gypsy anything about Le Rouge and Charlotte Deneuve. "Yes, the night is coming, the blackest night. There was no moon that night either." The witch's eyes were rolled back in her head and her hand was stroking Shannon's as if the young girl was a cat. "Le Rouge will do his duty with you and your body will release Charlotte's soul."

"Hey," I don't like this!" Shannon got up and ran out of the room. On the way home the two girls argued. Cindy was positive about what the gypsy meant and she was determined that Shannon was going to do it. Something about the whole thing bothered Shannon and she was afraid, afraid of ghost and afraid of what exactly it meant for Le Rouge to do his duty with her.

Shannon was always busy at beauty pageants and she had little time for dating. Cindy, who was always a bit overweight, had a lot more experience and would get annoyed when Shannon would reject the approaches of boys at school and men at clubs. Secretly Cindy was jealous of Shannon's beauty and innocence and Shannon didn't realize that Cindy had many motives for pushing the virgin to the task.

A couple of days after the visit to the witch. Cindy met Shannon at her locker. "I've got terrible news. I know everything now. You are Charlotte Deneuve and if you don't do this the curse will be on you!" Cindy explained that not only was Shannon the descendant of Charlotte, but their beloved teacher was the direct descendant of Le Rouge and looked exactly like him. The curse would fall on him too. Shannon wanted to laugh but Cindy looked impossibly serious. So serious that they cut English class so Cindy could show her lunar charts, maps of the old city, pictures, and the detailed instructions from the witch. "And look, I even got the key to the mansion." She had told the teacher that she wanted to do a project on the history of New Orleans and would like to take photographs of his family home. "He only uses it during Christmas break. He doesn't like to stay there 'cause, you know, the ghost."

Of course Shannon resisted but Cindy slowly broke her down. Deep inside Shannon there was a real fear that the curse was real. She did look like the picture and it was her birthday that everything happened. Even the stuff with the moon all matched.

So on the fateful day the two girls were skipping school and driving to New Orleans. In the trunk of the car was the bridal gown that Cindy had prepared along with all the instructions and admonishments from the old witch. As they traveled they rehearsed all the details over and over. Shannon was getting more frightened by the minute but she also felt a curious tingle and thrill at the idea of meeting this sexy ghost.

Cindy had taken charge of everything and had insisted on making an appointment an exclusive salon in the city. Shannon hair was washed and perfumed and piled delicately on top of her head. They did her makeup, paying special attention to highlight the mysterious almond shape of Shannon's eyes; they used colors that accented the way the young beauty's eyes already sparked like rainbows. Even her nails were buffed and polished.

Dinner was at a fancy restaurant and Cindy had ID so they ordered wine. Shannon blushed when Cindy made a toast to the bride. "That's not funny; I'm really scared."

"Well, you look gorgeous. All I know is that he's one lucky ghost."

Shannon's face was now scarlet and even more beautiful as it glowed with innocence and purity. "Do you think it will hurt?"

"Who knows? He's a ghost."

They arrived at the house well after dark. It was a huge mansion in the oldest part of town on a dark and lonely street. It was painted deep dark colors and was surrounded by a black iron fence except for the private cemetery which was guarded by a high stone wall. It all looked very menacing.

The door opened with a loud creak and inside was even less inviting. All the furniture was covered with sheets and even the paintings were covered. Everything was dark and dank. "Which one is my portrait, I mean Charlotte's?"

"We better not touch anything. There just time to get you dressed before midnight."

Shannon stripped off her plain blouse and skirt. She felt embarrassed taking off her underwear, particularly considering the almost hungry looks Cindy was giving her.

"Shannon, that ghost is getting a real treat."

"Stop it." Shannon crossed one arm over her full breasts and covered her sex with her other hand. She looked even more sensual as she tried to cover herself.

Cindy picked up very expensive white satin panties and slipped the soft cloth over Shannon's narrow ankles. The cool satin gave Shannon goose bumps as it caressed her skin. Cindy tugged them snugly around the virgin's hips and then got the corset. 

The corset was old fashioned and elegant; the white satin shimmered against Shannon's moist skin. Cindy pulled it tightly around the young girl's torso and lovingly tucked her two creamy breasts into the cups. 

The corset closed with silk ribbons crisscrossed in the back and Cindy cinched it unmercifully tight. Each pull of the ribbons showed more of Shannon's voluptuous curves, displaying her plump and juicy thighs and pushing her luscious breasts into two large scoops of quivering hot flesh. 

Next came thigh high white silk stockings which were clipped into ribbons hanging from the corset. Cindy slowly turned the pretty girl around and admired her perfect hourglass figure.

Shannon looked like the goddess of love standing there with her innocent eyes sparkling with little tears. But still they weren't finished. 

Shannon raised her arms and Cindy lowered an antique crocheted wedding dress, careful not mess up the expensive hair. It had no sleeves and stayed up by fitting tightly around her torso but then it spread out at her hips. The needlework was fine and elegant but all of Shannon's skin was visible under the lacy garment. It scooped down across her chest displaying her breasts as two creamy mounds heaving with each breath she took. 

Soft velvet slippers covered her feet and then there was a rustling sound as Cindy swept up the gauzy wedding veil and pinned it to the bride's hair. She gave her a light kiss before lowering it over Shannon's face. 

Cindy glanced at her watch. "Right on time." 

Shannon's body stiffened and she whined. "Oh, I don't think this is right; we should go."

"Don't be silly!" Cindy briskly took her hand and, after pausing to pick up three lengths of silk, led her out into the cemetery.

Because of the river the cemeteries of New Orleans are all above ground. Here there were three mausoleums but it was too dark to read the names. In front of one of them Cindy had arranged for the caretaker to mount a pole. 

Before Shannon could object Cindy pulled her slender wrists together and quickly tied them. She held Shannon against the pole and pulled her arms up so she could catch the silk onto the hook above the girl's head. 

Shannon was sobbing and pleading now but Cindy ignored her; instead she tied her ankles together. Finally she slipped her hands under the veil and gagged the panicky young girl. 

Cindy kissed her own finger and placed it on Shannon's cheek. Shannon groaned into the gag as Cindy went back in the house and turned off the one light they had used.

The witch's instructions were clear. Shannon had to be alone in the dark. No moon was out and little light from the city made its way to this gloomy place. The house loomed like a hulking beast. Just a few stars managed to glimmer through the hazy and humid New Orleans air.

Shannon writhed and moaned for a few moments and then a strange calm came over her. Dressed like a bride she felt herself worthy of being the sacrifice. She felt a yearning to be possessed, even violated by the demons haunting this place. Suddenly she believed in these ghosts but knew that her spirit was a match for their powers.

The first bell from a far off church began the tolling for midnight. Shannon jumped startled by the deep resonating sound. The brass of the ancient bell seemed to vibrate against her tender thighs. Shannon's breasts shimmered like creamy pools as she shuddered. 

Even as the echo of the first bell ebbed away, the brass was struck again and the reverberation gripped her virgin body made her writhe. The captive was groaning loudly into the gag.

Another strike, then another, on and on. Each peal of the bell shook Shannon ruthlessly and panic and desire swirled inside her. She struggled against the silk cords like a trapped animal.

Finally, the last tolling of brass faded into a gentle song which harmonized with the shallow anxious breaths of the bound bride. A pause filled the humid air and all Shannon could hear was her own breathing and the beating of her heart. 

She heard the crush of a heavy boot on the pebbled path. Her body stiffened and she strained to follow the sound. When she saw the ominous shadow approaching Shannon screeched with joy. It was true! The curse was real and the ghost was real. Now all Shannon could think of was being ravaged by this ancient spirit. Her body thrashed and wriggled with yearning; the white of the bridal gown fluttered, making her appear as a seductive angel. She continued to scream out her craving and even with the gag it sounded like a siren's song.

The figure stopped in front of her deliciously struggling body. He was dressed all in black with a cloak and a tri-cornered hat. He spent a long time watching his prize dance erotically in her bonds.

Finally he put his hands on her waist. This stilled the writhing girl and the physicality shook her. Now she was reminded that the ghost real in every way and soon this massive shape would be piercing her maidenhead.

The figure gripped her waist and squeezed her body as they ran up her trembling torso; he cupped those quivering mounds of cream and fondled her chest and shoulders and back. His whole body was pressed against her now as his hands roamed up and down his virginal treasure. He revealed in the firmness of her flesh and the completely perfect curves of her.

His mouth was hot and wet as he licked her neck and the tops of her shimmering breasts. Shannon was in a trance. She had never been handled by a man this way and she felt wild stirring between her legs, but fear filled her heart as she thought of him violating her innocence.

His hands lifted the veil and pushed it back. Tenderly he undid the gag and covered her mouth. His lips tasted of wine and his all too fleshy tongue pried open her lips and filled her mouth with his probing. 

Shannon felt herself lifted into the air and she was released from the pole. With his captive still bound and gagged he carried her as his bride to the house. As they approached the dark shadows of the mansion Shannon could see candles flickering upstairs and down. 

More than ever Shannon felt herself possessed by the spirit of Charlotte Deneuve; she yearned to yield her body to this pirate. "Now I am your bride," she said seductively as they crossed over the threshold. He squeezed her tender flesh as he carried her to the stairs. 

The house was dark except for a line of candles leading up the grand staircase. The figure strode up the stairs slowly. Shannon snuggled against his powerful chest with her hands tied in front of her. "I am yours, I am your virgin," she whispered as they stepped into the master bedroom. Here thousands of candles flickered and oil lamps burned with a warm sensuous glow. The furniture was all velvet and oak with blood red curtains on the window and over the bed. The bed was covered with matching blood red satin sheets. 

But the silk rope on Shannon's slender wrists was looped over a hook hanging in the middle of the room. Her body stretched down and she had to stand on her toes to keep from dangling. He had untied the silk on her ankles and her legs beat the air in little fluttering kicks; the velvet slippers fell off her feet. 

Again he embraced her and his hands roved over her voluptuous curves and his mouth tasted her flesh. He kissed her deeply and Shannon returned the kiss eagerly. 

He stepped behind her and Shannon writhed as his fingers released the pearl buttons on the back of the gown. His hands firmly pushed the lacy garment down from her torso. It glided down her body as if anxious to unveil Shannon's luscious milky skin. 

As he reached around to unclasp the ribbons holding the silk stockings Shannon's bottom was pressed against his crotch and she jumped when she felt the solid hot mass on her skin. She began to sway in panic but this only increased the rubbing of her ass on his cock. He pushed forward to enjoy it more. 

Now the all the ribbons on the stockings were undone and he took hold of her panties and pulled them down. The gesture was firm, almost brutal. He was in complete possession of his prisoner. 

The ribbons on the corset were pulled open slowly, the gentle release of the pressure on her torso made Shannon quiver with pleasure but in the next instant warm humid air rushed over the now bare skin of her body as the satin dropped to the floor.

All Shannon was wearing was the bridal veil and the silk white stockings. He stepped in front of her and his eyes burned into her as he gazed on her moist fragile flesh. Shannon gasped as she realized that he was in deed the ancient ancestor of her teacher and their faces seemed struck from the same mold. 

He licked his lips wolfishly and hugged her to him. His hands massaged and kneaded her mounds, digging into the pliant flesh. He kissed her deeply and she returned with even more passion. His hands took possession of every morsel of her. His mouth tasted and feasted on hers, then greedily fed on her neck and shoulders, finally gorging himself for a long time on those wondrous nipples.

Shannon swooned with the feeling of his mouth and hands devouring her. Every nerve ending in her body was discovering what sex was and every nerve ending wanted more. Hot juices were stirring deep inside her.

The spirit must have sensed the passion boiling between her legs because he knelt down and without warning crammed his tongue in for a taste. 

Shannon screamed as his tongue stabbed into her but she melted immediately writhing into the new found bliss of his organ inside her. He slurped up her warm honey and she sobbed as his tongue began to circle around her clit. With the first beat of the tip of his tongue against her sensitive nub Shannon had her first real orgasm. She gushed into his mouth as waves of pleasure flooded over her body. 

"I love you captain," she cooed as the orgasm continued to grow. Finally sated the man stood as watched as the virgin dangled and danced in the throes of her climax.

She watched with her eye lids half closed as he pulled off his boots. She stiffened as he began to unbutton his trousers and she moaned as sobbed as his throbbing shaft came into view. 

As he stepped forward he held the cock in his hand and stroked it. It seemed to jump like a pouncing beast towards its trembling victim. Still holding his cock with one hand he pulled off his shirt with the other. He stood there a long time taunting her as he urged his shaft to grow with firm strokes and glared at her with lecherous eyes.




Shannon Stewart Sees a Ghost



After an excruciating pause he came close to her. "Please, be gentle. I've never done this." But he ignored her sobs and the pleading tears brimming in her flashing eyes. 

He lifted both her legs and rested them on his chest. Shannon had to hold the hook to support herself. His burning spear glided along her wet pussy and tickled the flesh on her belly. His hands cupped her plush bottom and he lifted her up slowly.

Now began a slow rocking up and down. He guided her body along his shaft, first in little motions, but carefully increasing the journey until sometimes the tip of his shaft brushed against her swelling lips and then pushed up against her flat belly. Her nipples caressed his chest as her body floated up and down.

They were kissing wildly; her tongue was a banshee rolling around in his mouth and slathering his face. Suddenly he bit hard on her lower lip; at the same moment the tip of his hot sword broke into her juicy sheath. She froze for a second and a tear ran down her soft pale face. But then a wave of pleasure overtook her as the warm glow of his shaft took hold of her nerves. She grinned evilly and drove her tongue into him.

Now he lowered his prize onto his cock, slowly tearing into her maidenhead. Shannon's virginity faded as his massive pole filled her inside, a throbbing muscle pressing her sheath apart. Her head rocked back and forth and the veil whispered as it rustled in the air. She moaned sweetly when she was finally fully impaled. 

Then he lifted her still tearing and ripping as her sheath held his rod tightly. She felt herself gushing over him as the grip of her body got tighter and tighter around his cock. At first he raised her up and down with great care and slowness but soon she grew accustomed to his bulk inside her and began to sway in rhythm with him. Soon she was bouncing along and moaning with pleasure. His cock felt red hot but the tip was even hotter. She panicked as it seemed to glow and then explode. Something was filling her and sending darts of heat throughout her veins. She screeched when that salvo burst and then screeched when another followed. Her eyes blazed as she realized that he had come inside her. She instinctively squeezed her thighs together to pump him dry. He had stopped lifting her and she had to thrust herself up and down now. He was spellbound by the tight hold her body had on him as he exploded into her again and again.

Even as his explosions faded Shannon's fireworks were bursting in her pussy, shoot flames up her spine. She bucked like a wild mare now until she finally melted down, totally consumed by ecstasy.

As he recovered his senses he lifted her off the hook and carried her to the bed. He undid the silk around her wrists and lay curled up next to her. They were on their sides and he was behind her. Again he was caressing and fondling her body and his arm worked under left leg and he pulled it up and locked his hand around her neck; her left hand was under his arm and behind his head. 

Shannon stiffened as his hold tightened. She now couldn't move. His other and was kneading her plump ass and in a second first one, then another finger was plunged into her bottom. Shannon yelped but this turned into a scream as his fingers left and his cock burst into her virgin ass. She screamed for a while as he pumped in brutally, but at the same time he was kissing her neck gently. Shannon turned her head and they kissed. Involuntarily her hand drifted down to her pussy and she began to match the strokes of his cock in her bottom with strokes of her fingers. 

He pumped in over and over and as he came he thrust in with a plunging jab to press in as deep as possible. The heat of his seed in her ass released the orgasm she was building in her pussy. Shannon began to rattle and twist until her eyes rolled up and she fell into an ecstatic dream.

The sound of running water brought her out of her swoon. Does a ghost take a bath? Shannon's brow arched in doubt but then he returned and lifted her up and carried her to an elegant iron tub filled with warm bubbles. Shannon tossed away the veil and he peeled over her stocking, then he lowered her into the water. 

He washed her body and his then turned her on all fours. The soapy water formed a glittering sheen on the curves of her arched back and the plump roundness of her ass. He pushed apart her thighs and entered her pussy from behind. Shannon gripped the sides of the tub and floated on the surface of the water as she pushed herself onto him. They fucked now fast and furious and the orgasm came violent and explosive. 

When they were finally finished he led her back to the bed. It was almost sunrise now and he lay her down and tied her arms to the bed posts. One last time he mounted his prize and rode her into glory. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in, urging him to plunge deeper and deeper. This orgasm came up like the rising sun; a slow red glow appeared in her skull and it spread into a fiery yellow ball. She was left there in her sensual reverie, as the spirit disappeared into the dawn.

The man entered a chamber in the wine cellars. Cindy was listening with headphones. "Shannon's snoring. Man, you screwed her into oblivion!" 

The teacher grinned as he brushed his fingers through his hair. "She was fabulous. It's amazing; she fell for everything. But you know Cindy, you're not much of friend."

"Oh really? I don't have to put up with little Miss Virgin America and she got an experience to talk about with her grandchildren"

Cindy got up to untie her friend and take her home. As she left the room she blew a kiss to the 'ghost.'

A few weeks later there was a big party on the night of graduation. Shannon looked hot in a tight white dress; everybody had remarked about how far away and dreamy she'd been since her birthday but it was assumed that it was just a reaction to the end of her high school days.

She danced wildly and by the end of the night she was covered with sweat. The dress was almost transparent as it clung to her body.

As the dance was breaking up she approached the teacher. She had been avoiding him since that fateful night. 

"Cindy left already," she said almost seductively, "Could you ride me home?"

He had a convertible and the breeze flew through her soft brown hair. "I have to tell you something important," she said with a serious look. "We need to go somewhere quiet."

They drove out a lonely country rode and pulled up under some trees. Shannon sat back and told the whole story. "But the curse isn't lifted yet. There's one more thing I need to do. The gypsy was very clear about this." The full moon's light flashed in her mystifying eyes. Her hand shook as it reached over and dropped into his lap. Soon her dress was bunched up around her waist and he was gobbling those creamy pillows. She slid onto his cock and he started to drill her. "It's going to be a fun summer," he thought to himself.



Shannon Stewart



While I was enjoying her fine rack, Brande guided my hand down to her pussy. She knew exactly what she wanted and she had both my fingers and hers working over her pussy lips and clit. She was starting to breathe rapidly and she was making little Os of pleasure with her lips. She also had a very nice smile. 

Every once in awhile she would check my cock and once it was standing at attention she gave me a big grin. "It's show time!" she said. Yes, that's what she said. She was full of corny sayings like that, but believe me if you had a goddess like Brande about to ride you like a cowgirl you wouldn't care if she was singing show tunes.

Well, she sat up and spread her legs in front of her. She was holding herself above me with her arms and slowly maneuvered the tip of my cock into her swelling lips. Once the tip was all the way in she paused and gave a little groan, but perhaps the sexiest groan I've ever heard. She slid down a little more, and then started to come up. That's how it worked, slowly in increments up and down. Once my shaft was fully engorged by her wet pussy she began to go wild, pumping up and down and flailing her blonde hair wildly. And she liked to make noise, "Oh yeah, Oh god! Fuck me, That's the way, Oh yeah." You know -- show tunes.

Brande was really enjoying herself and I was doing my best to match her bucking with my own thrusts. As she sensed me coming again she squeezed her hips and I could feel her flooding her juices all over my cock. 

She leaned down on my chest and kissed me. She kept my semi-limp member inside of her and kept swaying her hips. That's when the door opened.

At first I panicked, thinking it was Shannon and I was busted. But it turned out to be Brande's girlfriend who had been sent to get more champagne. Brande didn't like to run out of wine. Jennifer gave me a quick peck but she dug into Brande's mouth like it was her own personal property. It didn't take her long to have her dress off and her mouth completely engulfing Brande's pussy. 

My job now apparently was to keep the wine flowing which was not bad work. Jennifer liked to dominate Brande the way Brande had just dominated me. She held the blonde girl down and gobbled up her pussy like it was ice cream. When she finished Brande was out of breath but Jennifer didn't waste a second. She had her snatch on Brande's mouth and was helping her tongue by moving her hips as they held Brande's head in place.

When that was over Brande decided the three of us needed a shower. It was there that Jennifer invented the Brande Sandwich with champagne dressing. I found myself behind Brande, cupping her breasts while I drilled her great ass with vigor; Brande was bending over Jennifer who was on her knees giving her clit a major tongue lashing; both of us were pouring champagne on her skin and licking it off. 

We were in the shower for quite awhile. After I came in Brande's ass Jennifer was very gentle but very careful to soap my cock down and get it good and clean but she did it reaching between Brande's legs which was driving the blonde beauty nuts with excitement. 

By that point I was done. I practically crawled to the bed. The girls joined me but I was pretty useless. Jennifer was only into Brande anyway and she kept going at her even as I drifted off to sleep. 

It was close to dawn when I was awakened by Brande's hand working up and down my now erect shaft. There is nothing like being waked that way and still half asleep I rolled on top of her and entered her quickly. She threw her legs around me and I instantly began pounding her. The whole time Jennifer was watching us. As soon as I came Jennifer was right in there slurping and sucking. I guess that was her job. I went back to sleep to the sounds of both girls moaning with ecstasy.

My next wakeup call was not as pretty. Frank was standing at the end of the bed pulling on my toe. "Hey, wake up lover boy. It's 9:30. We need you." I shot up. Brande and Jennifer were up now too, with the sheets pulled up to their chins. They did not look happy about the surprise.

"Brande, Jennifer, this is Frank."

"Fuck that. Get dressed and come on. Sorry girls, but your boy toy has work to do."

I threw on some clothes as fast as I could. I tried to say goodbye to the girls but Frank shoved me through the door into the impromptu studio. "Let yourselves out girls," he said. 

The room being used for the shoot was now buzzing with activity. There were several men working on lights and a woman was working on redecorating different parts of the room with props and a variety of fabrics. There were two men to work the video cameras, plus a sound guy, and the still photographer. A half dozen other guys looked busy with jobs I couldn't figure out. It didn't look very sexy.

Frank was guiding me through the chaos and shoved me into Shannon's room. Get her out here. Fast."

Shannon's room was equally chaotic and crowded. There were racks and boxes of clothes everywhere. One of those make-up mirrors with lights was set up and there was a card table with tons of makeup near it. This room had only two other people in it. The wardrobe and makeup girl and the beautiful playmate, Shannon Stewart, who was wrapped in her robe and curled up on the bed crying.

The makeup girl looked relieved to see me. She pushed me to the bed. "Here talk to her. We got to get her made up and dressed RIGHT NOW." 

I sat on the edge of the bed. When she saw me Shannon

sat up and hugged me. "Everybody's yelling at me." 

"Well Shannon, they're anxious to get to work."

"I can't"

"Why not?"

"I'm not pretty enough."

What!! Here I was holding a gorgeous playmate in my arms, a woman I've had endless fantasies about, and she doesn't think she's pretty enough?

I held her chin in my hand and told her exactly that.

Shannon sniffled a little bit. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" 

"Shannon, I need you to get out there because I am dying to see these photos."

"Really? What should I wear first?" 

The makeup girl mouthed 'black leotard' and she pointed to a nylon garment on the bed that might have been big enough for a Barbie doll. "Um, I'd love to see the black leotard."

Shannon kissed my neck lightly. "I'm so glad you're here to help me." 

The makeup girl figured it was time to work. "OK," she said, "You wait out there and Shannon will be ready in about five minutes." 

I stepped back in the other room and the whole crew was waiting for me. "Well?" Frank asked. 

"Five minutes."

That was the cue for more chaos as everybody turned back to work. Frank's job seemed to be to find the right place for me to sit. "We're doing the leotard thing first right? That's a couch scene." The video and still cameras were already in place and the lights were coming on. Frank sat me down between the two different camera setups.

Finally Shannon emerged. She was wearing a black robe and I could see the tight leotard underneath. It covered her from her toes up to her neck. Her hair was piled in big curls on top of her head. The makeup girl guided her to her mark and slid the robe off her shoulders. The whole crew applauded but I soon realized that they were applauding because they could finally start. 

I was too stunned to applaud. She stood there looking at me. The black nylon stretched over her body and looked more like thin black film flowing over her skin. I didn't think it was possible for a woman to look anymore sexy, but I was soon proven wrong.

Shannon kept her eyes on me as she began to vamp and preen for the camera. She put one leg in front of the other, one arm akimbo, the other on her flat belly. Flash, a picture. Then one hand behind her head. Flash, a picture. There was a brief conference among the crew and then they moved me to a stool right behind the camera.

By now I realized my job. I was the adoring eyes that made her feel sexy. I guess it was type casting.

Ever so slowly Shannon began to peel off the garment. First one side was pushed off the shoulder; after several poses, the other side came off the other shoulder. 

It seemed to take about twenty minutes for her to pull the top down over her nipples. She was licking her lips and staring at me. I was licking my lips and longing for those mounds to be in my mouth. 

The nipples were the first of many money shots because the camera was going fast and furious now. In fact, the slower she moved the more shots were taken. One video camera was stationary but the other guy was moving around. 

Once both breasts were uncovered the makeup girl came up to spray Shannon's supple skin with a atomizer Shannon whispered in her ear, the girl nodded and whispered to Frank. Frank came over to me and said, "Next time, I'll call 'mist' and you do what Cindy just did."

Now Shannon was slowly pulling the leotard back up. But one breast was always out. She kept writhing and twisting slowly, watching me watching her the whole time. 

Finally she sat on the arm of the couch and both breasts were out and looking luscious. "Mist!" called Frank.

I was embarrassed to get up

since I probably had the biggest erection of my life. But duty called. Shannon gave me a sweet smile as I sprayed her chest. The nipples seemed to reach out to kiss me. She glanced down at my crotch and smiled again. Worse, she lightly ran her fingertips over my fly. "Thank you," she mouthed silently. 

That's how it went. I thought it had taken all morning for that leotard to finally be pulled off her feet and tossed into my face with a laugh. But the whole thing took about an hour. As each inch of Shannon was exposed to me she seemed to get more and more into teasing me with her eyes. And the instant the leotard got tossed away, Frank yelled, "Let's go!" and the camera's were moved to another part of the room where a large roll of paper was pulled down to create an endless scene of maroon.

Frank patted me on the shoulder as Shannon was led away by the makeup girl. "Thanks man. Listen, Margaret needs to talk to you. Better use your room."

Margaret turned out to be the woman who was decorating for the shoot. She was rummaging through boxes that had been moved in there while I was busy watching Shannon.

"Hi, hope you don't mind us borrowing your room."

"Hey, you all paid for it."

"Yeah, well, we all want to say thanks for your help. Shannon is great; she's really sexy and fun, but she just gets her head a weird place. She a smart girl and a strong business woman but she's under a lot of pressure right now. You're a big relief."

"Well, I'm having fun."

"Right, it's easy to see how much fun you're having." And she nodded down at my cock which was still at half mast. "Anyway, ..." With that she was on her knees and had my pants open in one motion. It didn't take long for her to have me inside her mouth and it didn't take long for her to get me coming too. 

She stood up and patted my now limp rod. "Poor baby." And she started to go back to work. 

"Gezz," I said, "I don't like to take advantage of a woman that way. Can't I ..." 

She gave me a grin. "I'll take a rain check. I've got work to do. So do you in fact. Get out there."

Shannon was in front of the maroon paper. Her hair was down now and she was wearing a sheer white robe and going through the same slow tease as she was undressing. She gave me a big smile and mouthed a question, "Margaret?" I nodded and she gave me a dirty leer.

That shoot went really quickly because there was no video. They then moved to the bed. Shannon was ready fast since all she had to do was drop the white robe and pull on a blue silk slip.

She told Frank she wanted me on the end of the bed and he OK'd it but warned me to "stay out of frame." It was amazing to see this beauty rolling and writhing on the bed. At one point she put her bare foot on my crotch and rubbed.

"Shannon, we've got tape rolling. We can't do that!" Frank yelled. Shannon turned over and away and began to pleasure herself. I realized that when Shannon looked like she was having orgasms in her photos, she probably was. 

She lay there with her head pointing at me and her hand working her own clit. Her nipples were hard as rocks and her face was flush with the bliss she was giving herself. Her hand kept going faster and faster and it was all recorded on camera. 

When she came it was a slow and steady flood of ecstasy. Her groans kept coming, slowly subsiding as she lost herself in dreams. Frank called out, "Looks like lunch to me." 

The crew worked their way over a buffet that had been set up. Cindy, the makeup girl came over with a robe for Shannon. The two girls whispered for awhile. Cindy was nodding her head and then she went briskly into Shannon's room. 

Meanwhile, Shannon called me over. "I need to ask you a big favor." I gulped. 'It's not that, silly!" she laughed, "But I'll bet you'll like it."

"Shannon I'd do anything for you."

"OK," she was up now and took me by the hand and led me to her room; as she opened the door she said, "I want you to make love with Cindy while I watch."

Cindy was on the bed completely nude. She was a blonde and she looked to be about twelve years old except she had enormous breasts. I was stunned by the suggestion and stunned by the body spread out before me.

Shannon actually pulled my pants down which drove me wild. Cindy pulled me on top of her and proceeded to squeeze my cock between her breasts. She let out a squeal of delight and used her tongue to lick the tip of my shaft whenever it appeared.

This didn't last long. Cindy pushed me off and got herself on all fours facing Shannon. I knew exactly what to do. I got behind her and put two finger inside of her bush. She was already wet so my cock went right in. Shannon was sitting in a chair at the end of the bed using her own fingers on herself. She was twisting with erotic bliss but her eyes stayed on me and Cindy. Cindy came first but kept bouncing herself against me until I followed her. Finally, Shannon started to howl and sob, her hand moving franticly on her clit. She gave out a gasp and collapsed into the chair.

Cindy got up and took her into the shower; she told me to rest up and then get lunch. 

The shoots continued through the afternoon and into the evening. I was amazed how with the change of a bedcover or a lamp they made the place look completely different. They even did some really amazing stuff in the bathtub, making it look like three different scenes. 

The weird thing was that, after the scene with Cindy, Shannon didn't seem to need me much any more. 

She was still nice and gave a smile every once in awhile but now she was playing directly to the camera. After the dinner break I even lost my job as mist guy. At one point Frank sent me down stairs to a van to get some gear. I busied myself helping with the lifting and moving but that was it.

What the hell. I had no complaints. After last night, and even with Margaret and Cindy today, I had gotten plenty of fun. And the image of Shannon Stewart's alabaster flesh was seared in my brain forever. 

Around 9PM the crew began to move equipment out as they finished with it. Most of the wardrobe racks and props were already gone. 

The last set up was a real shock for me. About 11 o'clock an actor came in. Apparently he had other commitments and this was the only time they could get him. I figured I didn't want to see this so I split to my room. Around 12:30 I checked what was going on and in fact everything was over. The last of the gear was rolling out and Cindy and Margaret were packing the last costumes.

"Hey, Shannon was looking for you. She said to say thanks, and she hopes to see you before we check out in the morning." Frank shook my hand. "You did great. Thanks. Oh, and that room is good through the weekend." The rest of the crew was saying goodbye too. Margaret and Cindy came over and Margaret said, "Well, I'm pretty busy but I'll call you to see about that rain check. Cindy and I always work together you know.' Cindy just smiled and coyly bit her thumb. They both gave me quick kisses and suddenly I was alone. 

1AM in Los Angeles, a beautiful playmate sleeping next store, and a club full of hot women upstairs. I decided to go to bed. 

I lay in bed and turned on the TV; an old Bogart film was playing and I got myself lost in the story.

I woke up to a knocking at the door to the other room, an insistent, urgent knocking.

I must have fallen asleep while watching the movie, I was having an awesome dream of Shannon and that beautiful, luscious body of hers.

I rubbed my eyes as the knocking grew more urgent; the clock blinked 3AM.

I stumbled off the bed towards the door; there was another knock, this time a voice said, "Are you there?" I realized who it was and I gulped. 

I hurriedly popped the door open, and standing in front of me was my beautiful playmate and she had tears streaming down her face and she was shaking. She was wrapped in the bed covers from her room.

"Shannon! Are you OK?"

She rushed to me and flung her arms around my neck and burst into a huge torrent of tears. I could feel how upset she was; she was shaking uncontrollably, so I picked her up by bringing my arm up underneath her legs and took her to the bed where I had been not five minutes ago dreaming of her holding that beautiful body of hers against me. 

I held her for what seems like hours until she calmed down enough to let me go.

"I am so sorry for it being so late and waking you" she said "I didn't know where else to go. "

"Oh Shannon. It's OK. I am worried about you though. What's going on? You want to talk or something?" Inside my skull I heard little demons praying that she wanted the "or something" option.

"Hmmmm OK, but first can I please have some water?" 

I jumped up off the bed and got her a drink.

When I came back she had my television back on and was now watching the late night music video channel, curled up on my bed with her bed covers tented around her body.

I sat down on the bed at her feet; she swung her body around and rested her head in my lap. She may have been comfortable, but I was going nuts; I mentally sent an army of little men to strap down my cock so it didn't grow right in her face; I thought it might be a mood killer right at that moment.

"Can you tell me about it?" 

"I just felt so lonely." I pulled her up close to me and held her as she started to cry again. 

"Oh Baby I am so sorry about that."

"Can I stay here with you for awhile."

"Of course you can, Shannon. Take as much time as you need." Well, she was paying for the room and even wrapped in the paisley polyester hotel bed cover she still looked fine.

She lay there awhile watching the videos. I couldn't begin to fathom what's going on here. I occupied myself by studying her body by the light of the TV. She looked fantastic in a short, red silk negligee. 

Suddenly, while still staring at the screen, she asked, "Do you think I'm pretty" 

What the hell? About five million guys have whacked off to her pictures and videos. What was I supposed to say? 

Figuring that silence is golden I put a hand to her cheek and slowly brought her face to mine and kissed her ever so gently.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and I thought I had done the wrong thing; she kissed me on the lips one last time and then she said, "I think I had better go back to bed".

What the fuck! "Um, Shannon? We are in bed. You may as well stay here."

She looked at me and then used the remote to turn off the screen. We were now completely in the dark. I pulled her up to the head of the bed and dragged the sheets over both of us.

My brain was splitting over the idea of a cozy and platonic slumber party with a sexy playmate. On the one hand, between the girls from the club and the girls on the crew I had little to complain about. And also in the plus column I've seen just about everything Shannon had to show. Now her long and languid body was radiating sexual heat right here next to me. 




Shannon Stewart



On the other hand she seemed to be a complete nut case and wouldn't stop crying. I was trying to work it out. She's gorgeous but keeps asking if she's pretty. She flirting like crazy but then seems to get demure. What would happen if I just flipped over and started to fuck her brains out?

As if she had read my mind Shannon was hugging me and burying herself in my back. "I'm so glad that you haven't tried to bully me. I don't know, I just feel so screwed up." 

I decided to stick to the strong silent treatment as she prattled on with her strange problems. "I mean how long I can keep doing this. Do you know how much work it is? I just want to stop going to the gym and just let myself get fat." 

While the idea of her getting fat seemed criminal to me, I stayed quiet and gave the hand she had resting on my stomach a reassuring pat. Meanwhile it felt awfully nice to have those magnificent breasts pressing into my back and to feel her pussy warm against my rear. 

My treatment actually seemed to be working. She got quiet for awhile and was just sighing. Suddenly she giggled. "So did you get laid last night?"

I gulped but she giggled again. "Don't worry, Frank told me all about it. Was it fun?"

That was the last straw. I reached over and turned on the lamp by the bed. It was on a dimmer so I could keep the lighting soft. I turned around and took her face in my hands, "Look Shannon, I have had a fabulous time. And yeah I got laid pretty good last night, and today too, as you damn well know. And you want to know the biggest turn on of all? It was watching you create photos that will drive have half the fucking country, no half the world crazy with lust. I'd love to fuck your brains out right now. And it seems to me your brains need a real shake up. But you know the absolute positively best thing about this trip? Just being here close to you and feeling nice and warm and cozy. You're a gorgeous sex goddess and you turn out to be just an average mixed up broad. I like that, it's sweet. Now just relax and go to sleep!" 

I turned over and pulled the covers over my head. I guess I could add yelling at a playmate to my list of unique experiences. Finally there was silence.

Then Shannon laughed nervously. "Really?" she asked.

"Really what?"

"Really you can fuck my brains out? She was enjoying herself now. "I'd like to see you try. No, I'd like to feel you try." With that she slid her hand into my boxer shorts and leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. I thought she was going to go down my throat and lick my balls from the inside. 

She moved her head down and giving me a smile said, "Maybe I'll fuck your brains out instead." My cock disappeared into that smile.

I don't know if Shannon had good technique for head, but the combination of her sucking and tongue work, the little nips with her teeth, the way she used her hand, and those sensuous eyes looking up at me with pleasure added up to the most perfect blowjob I'd ever had. I could barely move both from the bliss of her warm mouth engulfed over my shaft and because she had her body wrapped around me. 

Before I came she pulled me out and gave me a grin, "Still have my brains," she gleefully taunted. 

I took the challenge and pushed my head between her legs. It didn't take much to get her thighs spread and my tongue hunting and probing for her clit. She had me back in her mouth and we started a reverse race. Each of us working to bring the other to the point of climax, but holding back to sustain the sweet agony. 

I lost or won or something happened. Shannon went wild, bucking and thrashing as I spread into her. She eagerly swallowed and gulped and then lost control of her pussy. We were both shaking in our orgasms. But Shannon was wild now. "Still have my brains!" she gloated; then she sat up and pushed the straps of the negligee off her shoulders I sat up too and began to pinch and bite those glorious nipples. She was pulling me onto her lap by grabbing my ass with both her hands. 

We sat there rocking against each other. Me having my way with the world's most beautiful bosom, her squeezing my regular guy's ass. 

As soon she felt me hard enough she pulled me against her and into her pussy. Now she was thrashing and writhing and bouncing up and down. Her breasts were flying in rhythm with her crazed sex dance. She started to howl and shriek and laugh. Suddenly she gasped and grabbed my head and gazed at me. Her body stopped bouncing but began to tremble uncontrollably. I shot into her and collapsed against her breasts. She picked up my face with her hand and kissed me. "Still got 'em," she whispered huskily. 

That was it. I flipped her on her back and began to finger her. I had never actually done this after coming in a girl but I was determined. She opened her eyes wide and picked up her hips to meet my hand. I used my other hand to rip off what was left of her slip. The tearing sound seemed to turn us both on and she was sobbing and moaning as she wiggled her hips helping my fingers do their work. 

I guess my cock knew that this was a once in a life time opportunity because it rose up again. I plunged into her mercilessly and she threw her legs around me and she grabbed onto the headboard with her hands. With her arms spread wide I had complete command of her heaving breasts and I hungrily sucked and nibbled each in turn. We were pounding into each other wildly and she began to come again. She gave a long low animal groan. I slowed my pace and began to rock inside her nice and slow. Her legs were wrapped around me pulling me into her. She stayed that way until we both came while looking into each other's eyes.

I slowly rolled off her but she held tightly to my hand. I pulled her into me and as we lay face to face on our sides I made my demand.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say it." And I pulled her into me by holding her ass with one hand and fingering her with the other.

She was twisting and moaning beside me but I was controlling her like a puppet. I kept one hand firmly on her rear and used the other to keep her writhing with pleasure. Although she kept groaning I insisted on an answer. "Say it, say it."

After awhile she began to shiver and shake and rattle; her thighs which had been holding my hands like a vise seemed to melt away and her pussy felt like it was flooded with liquid fire. 

"Say it," I demanded one last time.

"Brains all gone," she gasped.

When I woke up in the morning Shannon was laying on top of the sheets and she was fully dressed but she had pulled up the tee shirt she was wearing and she was brushing her nipple against my lips. This hotel had the best wake up call service in the world.

As my head cleared I turned into her to get more of that delicious skin to my mouth, but she pulled away and tucked that luscious mound back into its bra.

"Tut, tut. Sleepy head. Breakfast was over ages ago." 

I sat up. "What time is it."

"I guess around 1? I donno, my car will be here to pick me soon." She held a cold cup of coffee to my lips. "Anyway, checkout was hours ago, so I moved my stuff in here until my ride comes. Oh, Frank came by and left his card on the desk. He said to call if you want to hang out. And Margaret called and said she and Cindy were finished work around 6. And Jennifer? She wanted to know if Brande was here? " She smiled slyly. 

I was now fully awake. The room was a mess. Shannon seemed to have decided that she was going start her career as a fat person because the remains of what looked to be six different breakfasts were spread out over the desk, a table, and a cart that had been rolled in. Her bags were indeed by the front door. 

But the best sight was of course my beautiful playmate. She had on what looked like patent leather pants. Her midriff was exposed and over her breasts was a red tank top that said "Future Bond Girl." Well she had my vote. She had by now spread herself over the top of the sheets and she was holding her head leaning on one elbow. Her other hand was drumming her long fingers on my belly. Her hair looked wild and windblown and she had on little makeup. Her sumptuous eyes were twinkling merrily but behind that there was a smoldering promise of erotic Nirvana.

"Anyway, I had breakfast with Frank, checked out. Made some calls and decided that you'd better not sleep away the whole day. How often do you get out to Los Angeles anyway. What are you going to do. Go to Universal Studios?" She was laughing and chattering. I was relieved to be keeping company with this playful version of a playmate but felt I could handle the psycho if it emerged too.

"What time is your car coming?"

"I donno. An hour? Thirty minutes? I lost track of time." Suddenly she smiled and leaned in and bit my ear. "So is there anything you wish you could still do with me?" she whispered.

By this time I was experienced enough to know that there was no guarantee of anything. She was just as likely, in fact more likely, to laugh and dance out of the room and my life. I also had learned that nothing ventured nothing gained. Without a word I pulled one hand out from under the sheet and rested it on her firm and round bottom.

She laughed heartily and sat up. "Tell me why I'm not surprised."

She looked down at me and seemed to be working something out in her head. She grinned again and told me the rules of the next game, "Well, I have to admit, my favorite thing is...69." She actually seemed to blush a bit. "So I'll tell you what. We do my thing first? And if I come first? My ass is yours until tomorrow."

It didn't take much for me to figure this as a win win situation all around so I nodded. Her smile seemed to light up the whole hotel; certainly it got my juices flowing.

She knelt on the bed. "First you have to take my pants off." It was easy to see through her plan. She wanted me all hot and bothered quickly, but I didn't care. I moved over to her and knelt in front of her. I slipped a finger from each hand into the edge of the pants right above her hips. I slowly drew them to the front, taking my time and enjoying the feel of her firm flat belly. When the fingers met above her fly, I eased open the two buttons at the top. I worked the zipper so slowly that as each tooth separated it sounded like the ticking of a clock. The only other sound was our breathing. 

Then I reached behind and slid my hands in again slowly caressing her rear. She was wearing nothing underneath. I kept moving in slow motion as I pushed the pants down over thighs, past her knees, and finally slipping them over her toes and on the floor. 

I began to push up her shirt but she shook that fiery mane of hers. "Not part of the deal," she sighed.

She then pushed me down and slithered on top of me. She positioned her hips around my head, and holding my throbbing cock with just the tips of her fingernails, she began to lick it from the base to the tip.

She had me in a trance and I was so blissed out that she had to jiggle my head with her thighs to remind me of my part in this game. I decided to follow her lead and since she was only licking I worked on licking her swelling lips. She responded by shifting her body so she pushed deeper into my mouth.

She now was working the tip of her tongue over the very tip of my shaft; her tongue was capable of rapid dancing movements. I started darting my tongue into her, slurping up the dewy honey drops. 

She now was moving her mouth down my cock, still caressing with her fingertips. When she finally got to the base her lips tightened and she began to suck as she pulled her head back up. I could feel every part of my being sucked up through my cock and into her mouth. I was digging in with my tongue and lips too and her swaying told me that I was at least still in the race. 

Her head continued to move up and down my cock and she seemed to be breathing through me. Meanwhile I could feel a load gathering at the base of the shaft waiting to explode into that delicious mouth. 

It didn't take long. Between gorging myself on her sweet pussy, having her belly writhing against mine, and feeling my cock pulled deeper and deeper inside of her I lost control. 

Reflexively my hips thrust up into her face and my come started driving into her like an express train; it was a very long train. She kept gulping and gagging but she managed to swallow it all in greedy slurps. She then used her hands to push herself further into me and I used my mouth to work her into an orgasmic spasm too. It didn't take long for her to begin to rattle and groan. I thought I was going to drown in the deluge of juices flooding into me, but I did exactly as she did and took it all in. Her thighs finally loosened their grip on my head and after a every long pause and a lot of heavy panting from both of us her sweat covered body oozed off of mine.

"Well, I was hoping for a photo finish at least," I said.

"I guess nice guys don't always finish last," she giggled. "Maybe you better take a shower."

I managed to crawl to the bathroom and into the shower stall. The hot water and soap were beginning to revive me. I heard Shannon come in, "OK, if I borrow your tooth brush?" For the second time I had the unique pleasure of hearing a playmate brush her pearly whites (and hers certainly were) then she said, "I need to use your phone."

When I got out Shannon was still in the room. She had sort of made the bed, and she had cleaned up all the trays and pushed the cart out into the hall. Her nice leather pants were folded neatly and resting on top of one of her bags. She was leaning on a pile of pillows she had made in the middle of the bed.

She gave me a sweet smile. "All cleaned up?" I could only nod. I was wearing the hotel robe. She patted the bed next to her. I didn't wait for a second call.

"I used your phone," she said as she lazily toyed with the belt of my robe. She was wrapping the fabric around her hand. "Oh, and Brande called. I told her that if she came up she'd be meeting me. She seemed to like the idea. We're all going dancing about 10 tonight."

My mind was slowly reacting. 10PM was about eight or nine hours away. We had a lot of time to kill. As if a demonstration of her intentions Shannon began to pull on the belt and open the robe. I was not about to ask questions.

I used my hands to push the straps of her shirt down over her shoulders and slide the fabric down over her belly and hips, down past her knees, and off her body. I did the same for the bra. I just wanted the satisfaction of running my hands down that perfect body. 

Her breasts were swelling with excitement and it didn't take long for me to press them into my hands and begin squeezing, kissing, and sucking. 

Meanwhile Shannon had pulled my robe off entirely and she was now massaging my cock with scented oil. Then she twisted herself around and draped her body over the pile of pillows. She pulled around and positioned my cock between her cheeks. She looked at me with those appealing and mysterious eyes, and she seemed a little afraid. "Go slow. I haven't done this much." 

Shannon was reaching behind her and gripping my ass and pulling me against her. I used my hands to pull her cheeks apart. As she worked in the head of my cock she struggled for breath and then yelped. I was about to pull out but she said, "No, no. Keep going."

So I slowly eased into her. The hot pressure on my shaft was tremendous and she began to move up and down twisting her hips to maneuver my cock into different positions in her bottom. The whole time she was gasping and gulping for air as I clutched her heaving breasts. The thrusts in and out were slow and deliberate. Then she took my hand and guided my fingers over her clit.

As I rubbed she began to go wild bucking and thrashing against me. The pile of pillows had collapsed but she still had her hips high in the air. I was now pounding her so hard that she was being pushed across the bed.

Abruptly her head shot up and her mouth opened wide but no sound came out. She began to quiver and her orgasm rolled over her. 

As she caught her breath she sensed that I wasn't finished yet so she rolled us over and used her legs to lift her hips up and down, squeezing until my come finally began to burst into her. She kept whispering encouragement, "Come on baby. Yes. You can do it. Yes." Long after I was emptied she was still writhing on top of me.

At last she rolled off of me. My limp cock made a popping sound as it came out of her rear. She looked at me with a satisfied grin. "Wow! Let's do that again."

She snuggled up to me and we didn't move or say much. Shannon was just lightly stroking her fingers up and down my torso and humming lightly. I must have drifted off to sleep because when my eyes opened Shannon was leading me to a wooden hotel chair. She placed a pillow over the arms of the chair and she now stretched her body over it. Gripping the legs of the chair she turned but now her eyes seemed ablaze with lust. 

This time it was rough and wild. I had fingers from both hands inside of her and she was coming in wave after wave. I was drilling into her ass mercilessly and the chair jumped up with each thrust. Shannon was gripping the legs so tight that her knuckles were red. All at once the chair broke apart and we tumbled to the floor. But Shannon held me in tight and kept pushing against me until she could feel every drop of me flow down into her. 

We were exhausted as we made our way back to the shower. We washed each other gently and affectionately. I was doubting that I could get it up for about a month. All I could think of was sleep even though it was the middle of the afternoon.

Shannon was of course hungry and ordered as if she was feeding a Boy Scout Troop. She had gotten a silk robe out of her bag and she sat back on the bed and made calls as she waited for her meal. 

Basically she was talking about business with Frank; he apparently thought the shoot went swell and he and Shannon were making plans for a "rollout" whatever that was. Every once in awhile she would give me a smile or blow me a kiss. 

She seemed to have a lot of people to talk to. I had to sign for the food and we ate in bed. She was even on the phone as she ate. As soon as she hung up the phone ran and she answered.

"Margaret!!" she squealed. "No, it's Shannon. No, I'm using the room as an office. Yes, of course he's here. Are you coming up." Shannon then went on and on about dancing later. She finally hung up and turned to me. "Poor baby. You must be so bored. Do you want to go out? No?" She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. She ran through the channels until she found the old movie station. She pulled my head into her lap and she began to make notes on a pad. I noticed that the wonderful Shannon Stewart needed glasses.

We spent the next few hours that way. Shannon was working hard; she was really into the numbers and dates she was calculating. She asked me one or two questions to which I could only shrug. She laughed and told me I was good for only one thing. 

But she would dreamily play with my hair sometimes. We played and joked over another of her enormous meals. While she was on the phone to some web guy she rubbed my feet; later I rubbed hers. While she has very sexy feet, she seemed to enjoy my touch because it relaxed her not because it turned her on.

A few hours later Margaret came up. She was dressed in a white tee and cut off jeans. She was carrying a garment bag and a couple of other shopping bags. She began to stock the frig with champagne.

"Brande gets really thirsty," she commented.

"She sure does," Shannon replied.

I was stunned. "You guys know Brande?"

Both Shannon and Margaret let out howls of laughter. "You mean you don't?"

"Well I met her the other night at ..."