I've been a fan of Jenny McCarthy ever since I saw her in that first Playboy centerfold in 1993. In that plaid bra and panty set with the lacrosse stick? Man! Gives me chills to this day. She was in my area making a public appearance and having an autograph session on Thursday. When I found out about it, I took the day off work and made it a priority to be there.
While I stood in line for the autograph, I saw her. Pictures don't do her justice! Absolutely stunning. That long blonde hair just flows across her shoulders and down her back. She's got that smile that lights up the room and eyes that sparkle. Even seeing her from a distance I got a hard on.
She was seated at a long table. She would smile and greet every person like they were best friends. My mouth was getting drier and drier the closer I got. I had a serious case of star struck.
It was finally my turn. There she was! Right in front of me! She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt that said "Eyes Up Here" and made it quite obvious that her 34Ds weren't being restrained by a bra today. She could have signed objects with the nipples that were trying to tear through her shirt.
"Hey there, big fella!" she said smiling up at me. I'm not that big. Six feet tall, 250, and in excellent shape. Maybe that's how she greets all men.
"(gulp) H-h-hello, Miss McCarthy, it's a real pleasure to meet you," I stammered.
"Why are you so nervous?! I don't bite. Nibble maybe, but I don't bite," she said with a huge smile, making us both laugh. I handed her my mint condition October 1993 Playboy and asked if she would be kind enough to sign the cover and the centerfold. She picked it up and flipped through the pages. "Wow! Look at that! No sticky pages or anything! What? Did you just buy this or something?" Once again, anyone within ear shot laughed. She happily scrawled her signature in bold black ink and slid it back across the table to me.
"Um, may I, uh, come back there and get a picture with you?" I asked.
"Absolutely! Anytime I get a big, handsome man to hold me, I'm all in!"
She waved me around the table and a large security guard escorted me the few steps around. She met me halfway with a huge smile. She caught me off guard when she slid in front of me and not beside me. She grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her waist and then placed her hands on my arms. She scooted back and leaned into me.
She was actually a little taller but tinier than I had expected. She stands around 5' 7" so, in her heels, we matched up nicely. But she's only maybe 125-130 pounds. Those 34D-24-35 curves definitely felt good in my arms.
Damn! I could get used to this!
I thought. Then terror struck.
Fuck! I hope she doesn't feel my boner poking into her back!
Her publicist was kind enough to take a couple pictures using my phone. I started to let go but she held me just a few extra seconds. Maybe she was waiting for them to take another picture? I didn't know, but I wasn't going to complain.
When we finally broke our staged embrace, I grabbed my phone and said, "Thank you so much, Miss McCarthy! You've made my day."
"Call me Jenny! And you're welcome!" She paused, got a crooked grin, and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, "The feeling is mutual."
As I turned to leave, I caught her wink out the corner of my eye.
Was she winking at me?!
I was floating on a cloud. The large security guard escorted me back around the table, then grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"Miss McCarthy is going to take a break in about 15 minutes. She would like to speak with you in private if you're available."
I was stunned. I couldn't speak. My eyebrows nearly flew off the top of my head.
Am I available?! I'd miss my mother's funeral to be alone with her!
"Uh, yeah, sure, I'm available."
I was led through a set of curtains and then through a door that said "VIP" on the front. The room wasn't extravagant. It was well lit and smelled good. I took a big whiff.
Is that Jenny's perfume?
There was a couch, a couple of recliners, and a makeup table. A little table with treats and water was in the corner. The door to a private bathroom was along the back wall.
"Make yourself comfortable. Feel free to help yourself to some snacks or something to drink," the security guard told me. He started to walk out the door then stopped and turned to me with a half grin. "Oh, by the way, she likes dirty talk. The nastier the batter." He closed the door behind him.
She likes dirty talk?! What the fuck does that even mean?!
I grabbed a bottle of water and fell onto the couch. My heart was racing. I lifted my arm and sniffed my armpits.
Good, deodorant's working.
I huffed into the palm of my hand and breathed in deeply.
Wish I had a breath mint!
The door swung open. She walked through like she owned the place. The security guard was right behind her. "Oh good! You're here!" she said with a huge smile.
I jumped up from the couch and held out my shaking hand, fully expecting a cordial handshake. "H-h-hello, Miss McCarthy."
She blew past my hand, put her hands behind my head, pulled me down and planted a long, hot, wet kiss on my lips. Needless to say, I was shocked.
She broke away and giggled at the shock on my face. "Okay. First of all, you have to call me Jenny. Secondly, just relax. We're all friends here." I watched her heart-shaped ass wrapped in skin tight blue jeans walk away as she went over to the table and grabbed a bottle of water. "So sweety, what's your name?"
"Mark. Uh, Mark."
"Well, thank you for sticking around to come visit me, Mark Uh Mark." She laughed. I nervously laughed. She looked at the security guard. "Jimmy, why are guys always so nervous when they meet me?"
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. "My guess would be because you're beautiful and famous."
She giggled and looked at me. "I never get tired of hearing that." She paused. "Okay, so let's get down to it. I need to get back out there." The next thing I knew, she had pulled her shirt over her head and had thrown it off to the side. She was standing there naked from the waist up. Her erect nipples were staring at me. Or was I staring at them? Regardless, she started to caress the tan globes and pinch her hard pointers. "So, what do you think? Do you like my tits?"
I picked my jaw up off the floor and cleared my throat. "Uh, uh, um, oh yeah, mmm hmmm, they look, uh, great."
She continued to play with them and looked down at them. "Do they look better in person or in the magazines?"
"(gulp) Um, definitely better in person."
"That's sweet of you to say! 'Cause, you know, they airbrush that shit like crazy on a lot of girls." Then she got that look in her eyes and nodded at me. "Okay, now let's see yours."
My mind raced. "My...my...you want me to take off my shirt?"
She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "Sure! That's not what I meant, but yeah, sure. That's fair, I guess."
Not what she meant?
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it onto the couch with hers. Fortunately, I still stayed in shape. I didn't have cut abs or anything like that, but I had definition.
"Mmmmmm, nice," she purred. "But that's not really what I wanted to see." She paused. "What I really want to see is your cock."
My heart stopped. "My...my..."
A crooked grin crossed her face. "Cock. Your cock." She looked at my crotch then back at me. "When I backed up against you I felt that bad boy on my back. I thought it was going to stab me in the kidney," she giggled and moved towards me. "So now I want to see it." She grabbed the belt of my pants and expertly had it unbuckled in seconds. I gasped when she unsnapped my pants and nibbled on my nipple. "Didn't Jimmy tell you?" She looked back at Jimmy shrugging his shoulders. "Jimmy, you bad boy." She looked up at me as I heard the zip of my pants. "Big hard cocks make me horny as fuck. And I haven't had a good fucking yet today." My body stiffened when her hand wrapped itself around her object of desire inside my pants. If only he was as stiff as my body right now. "You're not hard? My tits didn't make you hard? You're not gay are you?"
I panicked. "No! Oh no! No no no. It's just, uh, you know..."
She smiled. "A little nervous?" I nodded my head. "Maybe this will help you relax."
She dropped to her knees, grabbed the waistband of my pants and underwear, and slowly pulled them down. And down. And down. Her target finally fell out. Luckily, I'm gifted in that area. Under normal circumstances I'm a thick nine inches long. Even only partially inflated at the moment, I was still larger than the average male.
Her soft stroking had it growing quickly. She smiled, quite satisfied with her choice of partners today. "Mmmmm, I knew it. Now let's see if we can get this thing up to full song."
I felt her hot breath rush across the tip of my tool just before she took me in. I gasped, then gasped again as my trousers fell down around my ankles. To no one's surprise, the woman knows how to suck dick. Her mouth was hot. Her red lips slid up and down the shaft of my rod like smooth silk. She molested her tits and pinched her nipples while she worked. Her hums and slurps bounced off the walls. She'd pull me almost all the way out, then roll her tongue around the purple tip. Her tongue flicked at the hole at the end of my hose as if she was trying to encourage it to unleash its contents. I grew quickly in her mouth.
When I grew to full length, she was able to take most of me in, but not all. She'd throw her face forward and then hold it there. I could feel the swollen tip press against the entrance to her throat. After several bobs she pulled me out with a pop. A string of saliva followed her tongue until it snapped in two and fell across her incredible tits.
She looked up at me with a crooked grin and licked her lips. "I'm not done yet."
I watched her as she took me back in, still amazed I was in this situation. My tip slammed against the edge of her throat three more times. Then it happened.
My head flew back. "Fuuuuuuuck!" I moaned.
I could feel her smile when she took me into her throat. My balls slapped against her chin again and again. Only two women in my life had been able to deep throat my thick cock. Now it was three.
Don't cum! Don't cum! Don't cum!
I thought to myself.
After several moments she pulled her face off of me. She swiped her forearm across her chin with a very self-satisfied look on her face. "I knew I could do it," she said smiling. "I'm impressed. Most guys have shot their load by now." She paused, then looked up at me with a sideways grin and a twinkle in her eye while she softly stroked me. "I'll let you in on a little secret. The longer you can last, the more you will be rewarded for your efforts."
A shiver of excitement ran up my spine.
