From the author
I am Jack Vitale, writer of erotic fiction. My work is hot and graphic. Like all my stories, these erotic tales featuring celebrities and characters taken from television and movies, are by no means true. They are fictional fantasies from a mind so lurid, no one is off bounds. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. By no means did we intend any disrespect for the ladies engaged in lurid sex and speaking obscenely. Hopefully, all those women will enjoy the naughty story we've written especially for them.
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In my job as a cameraman at major television network, I get to meet many well-known celebrities. On some days, it's not unusual for me to run into the likes of Vanna White, Marie Osmond or even Katie Couric in the course of performing my duties. On other days, it could be Meredith Veiera or Christina Ferrare who work before my camera, even Alex Trebek or Pat Sajak. Although to be perfectly honest, it's not the male stars who interest me.
Being a very horny thirty year old single guy, I much prefer seeing the older ladies, lovely women who despite their fifty plus ages, remain as lovely as ever. They're all still trim and shapely, and they all still possess a sex appeal that can easily bring about an erection for any man. On more than one occasion, Ms. White and Ms. Osmond have gotten the camera man stiff merely by appearing before his lens. In fact, so have Ms. Ferrare and Ms. Veiera, not to mention, the vibrant Ms. Couric.
This story, however, isn't about any of these ladies. Their stories are for another time. This one's solely about what happened the day the camera man ran into the still gorgeous Vanna White at the mall.
When we met at JC Penney's, the lady who turns letter for a living said she was tired of Christmas shopping and needed a drink to unwind and relax. When I suggested a local cocktail lounge, she balked at the idea, saying it wasn't a good idea because of her celebrity status. More than likely, she'd be recognized and we'd be pestered by autograph seekers, something she wasn't in the mood to deal with.just
"I usually love giving my autograph but not this time. I could really use a break."
My next move was to invite her to my nearby apartment, but I really expected her to say no. Hey! She was the celebrated Vanna White and I was a lowly camera man. There was no logical reason for her to say yes. Guess what?
"Sure! Why not?"
My apartment was ten minutes from the mall, so we drove there in one car in record time. I didn't know it yet, but the lady who turns letters for a living, wanted much more than a cocktail with the lowly camera man, a younger man who always lusted for her still nice, fifty-eight year old body.
This became readily apparent right after I brought her a second drink. While sitting on the couch, she took one sip on it, placed the glass on the table and moved closer.
"I'm so glad I ran into you, Jack. I've been eying you for some time now."
"Oh?" I asked while sitting next to her.
"Yes! And I think you're been eying me as well, and I don't mean through your camera. You've been sneaking peeks at me when you thought I wasn't watching."
I couldn't deny it. "You're right, Ms. White! I'm sorry! You'r very nice to look at. I didn't think it would bother you."
"Who said it bothers me?"she asked as her arm came onto the back of the couch and she leaned against me. "I just said I saw you looking at me. Does that mean you like me as much as I like you?"
"I'm not sure. How much do you like me?"
How much? Here's how. Her wet lips tasted extremely nice, her meaty tongue even nicer as it wrapped around my tongue and she sucked it into her mouth. If there was any doubt what this woman wanted, it was erased after just a few minutes of our heated passionate kissing.
This older woman could tongue kiss like no woman I'd ever met. Her mouth literally sucked on mine, making me fantasize of what a blowjob from her would be like. We kissed like that a good ten minutes before coming up for air.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "That was unreal!"
"Why? I already said I liked you. Why shouldn't we kiss like we mean it?"
"Because I thought you were married. That's why!" I admitted.
"Not anymore!" she said while standing. "Make me another drink while I use the bathroom. When I come back I'll tell you all my fantasies."
As she walked back into the living room, I was waiting for her. Instead of sitting, she stood with her back to me. Her fine ass looked terrific in the too tight jeans. I couldn't resist the temptation to rub my cock on her fine ass, so I didn't. Nor could I stop myself from grabbing a nice tit with one hand and her pussy with the other.
When I moved behind Vanna, she leaned back against me, her soft ass pressing hard against my cock. When she started rubbing her butt against my erection, I reached under her arms and took hold of a tit with one hand and her cunt with the other. Amazingly, the older lady didn't mind my boldness one bit. In fact, she liked it. "Mmm, that's nice!"
The touching of her breasts and pussy through her clothing was merely the beginning. Before she left that day, the two of us would be doing a lot more than rubbing and touching. Clearly, America's sweetheart, had come to my apartment for one reason only and that was to come.
"Oooohh, I like that, Jack! I just love you touching my hot pussy!"
"In that case lady, I assume you won't mind me doing this either!"
What I meant was the unzipping of her jeans and the insertion of my hand inside her tight pants. Needless to say, the hot Vanna didn't mind that bold move either.
In fact, the hot older honey loved my hand rubbing her hot pussy right through her wet panties. She loved it so much Vanna turned her head towards mine and kissed my mouth. Needless to say, I loved that too. Her wet lips and meaty tongue inside my mouth while I fingered her hot cunt thoroughly insured my happiness.
Who would have figured that a day of Christmas shopping at the mall would lead to such incredibly hot passion with the world's most famous blonde? And to think, our hot passion had only just begun.
As my fingers rubbed her juice-soaked panties, hot Vanna turned her head and kissed my mouth again. The attack of the killer tongue was exactly the same, only this time I was playing with a puffed up clit and the lady's juicy cunt lips.
If it were possible, this made her kisses even more passionate, and my thoughts of that blowjob even more intense. Her fucking tongue was so damn aggressive I couldn't wait to have the former married woman and the hostess of America's show, sucking on my cock. That, however, would have to wait cause it was fucking time.
