Ch. 1: Cameron Diaz
Note-If anyone should have a problem with sex than go somewhere else.
"YEEESSS, FUUCCCKK ME! I'MM CUMMMING!" Cameron's orgasm flooded my cock just as mine shot down her tunnel. I looked at my watch and noticed she and I had been going at it for 10 minutes, "Shit, you better get dressed for rehearsal, hun."
DAMN! 4 days ago I was sitting in my apartment watching endless TV. Today, I'm fucking Cameron Diaz. How on earth did I get here?
It all started with a friend getting sick. He received a pass to the new "Charlie's Angel's" film. How he got them, I don't care, and didn't ask. To me the important thing was I was going to be rubbing elbows with 3 HOT stars: Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore, and Lucy Liu. The fact that I was going to be doing more than rubbing elbows was unbelievable. My ENORMOUS excitement was almost to much to hold me in the limo I was currently riding.
"Yes, Mom. YES Mom. I know." The convenience of portable phones. They're available for such a situation as when your over-protective Mom wants to chitchat about if I'm alright. To hell with the person who gave her the number. Since I was going to be away on Mother's Day, all I wanted was to say "Happy Mother's Day" early. Just as I hung up, the limo came to a halt.
Figuring I was here, I waited for my driver to open the door.
"Your here, sir."
Damn, I hated being called "sir." I know that people used that as respect, but I ALWAYS felt old when called that. Here it was: A HUGE closed set that had the beauties somewhere inside. I walked down the stone driveway to the doorway. As I got their, I was HUGELY surprised when someone opened it for me. It was Cameron Diaz herself. She looked stunning in a satin red dress.
"Come in. I've been expecting you."
"T-thanks," I stuttered.