Celebrity Pickup Game #2

Joan Collins

By Stardog Champion

JPROBX@WEBTV.NET


The year was 1977, and living for the 'here and now' was the order of
the day. Disco was king, liesure suits and a line of coke were mandatory
even for a quick trip to the corner store, and what happened yesterday
or what might happen tomorrow was of little value to most everyone. One
of the unfortunate byproducts of such a pop culutre climate was that the
stars of yesteryear had a very hard time fitting in with the new 'in'
crowd.

As wild and unpredictable as the times were in 1977 across America, for
those living the highlife in New York City that fateful year, those 12
months would indelibably be engrained into the psyche for all  eternity.
1977 was a year where what was real and what wasn't, took a backseat to
how the visceral gut reaction of how it all felt.

It was the Summer of Son of Sam. As the grinding heat of that brutal
season wore on, so did the manhunt for NYC's most notorius serial
killer. In the midst of all that, the blackout that hit the city that
Summer seemed to cast a symbloic ,as well as a literal, pall over the
entire town's confidence.

Finally, David Berkowitz was arrested and the 5 burroughs could start
heeling. Then came October, with a city desperate for a spark of
rebirth.....Reggie...Reggie...Reggie....Jackson hit 3 home runs in Game
6 of the World Series to help beat the Dodgers.

That roller coaster ride of 1977 in New York had touched everyone from
the homeless hustlers sleeping on the street corners all the way up to
the highest of high society.

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Those were also scary times for established celebrities like Joan
Collins. A vital part of the Hollywood scene in the 60's and early 70's,
Joan had made enough money to spend over 10 lifetimes. But like anyone
who gets accustomed to the hot/cold glare of the spotlight of public
adaration, when it is taken away, there is a distinct feeling of lose
and vulnerability. Only a fews stars have embraced having that glare
removed, Greta Garbo. Others are rumored to have gone as far as to fake
thier own death to escape it, Elvis Pressley.

Joan Collins wanted none of that. Stubborn, both in her determination
and her vanity, she made it a point to keep her presense up at the
chicest gatherings, even if many of the participants there didn't have a
clue who the 'old' lady flirting with everyone was. No, Joan Collins
wasn't going to disappear into the woodwork lightly.

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It was mid December and New York City was in the throws of its first
sustained cold snap. The Christmas decorations adorning midtown were
especially gawdy that year, lavishly hung around the entire city for a
population that was anxious to celebrate all they had to be thankful for
after such a trying year.

Joan Collins was in the mood to celebrate as well. As she sat stoicly in
the backseat of the limo that had been sent to fetch her for Malcolm
Forbes's annual Christmas party at the Ritz Carlton Hotel, Joan made it
a point to continually check and recheck every detail of her long,
sequened black gown, midnight black thigh high stockings, and 4 inch
black patent leather high heels. She also pristinely dabbed at her
makeup, trying to insure that even the slightest hint of age on her then
44 year old face was concealed.

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Once at the party, Joan scanned the room for any of the familiar faces
she had become accustomed to over the years at Forbes's Christmas
gatherings. To her dismay, those familiar faces were few and far
between. As Joan smiled and laughed politely, mixing with the assorted
"15 minute of famers" and thier hangers-on, Joan gradually felt more and
more out of place as the evening wore on.

For one thing, she was grossly overdressed for the occassion. The
wardrobe full of glamour, pomp and circumstance of the 60's had given
away to monochromatic tones and leisure suits.

As Joan robotically continued pressing the flesh and sipping her
cocktail, she began to feel quite ill realizing she was old enough to be
most of the partygoers mother.

Another reason for her distaste of the the surroundings was the fact
that 90% of the people there were on at least thier 4th line of Coke.
The 'stars' of Joan's generation didn't have the need for such a potent
and expensive pick-me-up. A little booze and the aura of being famous
was simply enough to intoxicate.

As Joan continued to look around the crowded room, something else rather
striking caught her attention as well.

In all her years of attending Malcolm Forbes's various celebratory
functions, Joan could only remember a few black people ever being
invited. There was the occasional VIP such as a famous athlete,
politician or movie star, but Joan didn't recognize the tall, lanky and
plain black gentleman in the corner as any of those professions.

As Joan peered at the black man across the room, her sightlines were
continually interferred with by the bevy of young, giddy women that
surrounded the dark stranger, blocking her curious view. Racking her
brain, and straining her neck to see, Joan just couldn't figure out who
the man was that had the strange, silent hold over all those young
women.

About a half hour after the only black face at the party caught her
attention, Joan finally ran into a familiar face that she hoped could
shed a little light on her newly found curiousity.

Bette Reasoner was close to Joan's age and the wife of David Reasoner,
the head of one of the studios that had done a few of Joan's films back
in the 60's.

"Bette....," Joan cooed, thrilled to finally address someone by thier
first name.

"Well...Joan....How are you...Long time don't see," Bette sighed,
leaning towards the voluptuous brunette so the two women could share a
brief, polite hug and peck on the cheek.

Joan did her best to make small talk with Bette Reasoner for the next
few minutes until the gnawing curiousity of the identity of the black
stranger at the party was too much to handle.

"Oh.....Joan....you don't know who ...'HE'... is?" Bette mocked
incrediously." My...my...my..!"

"No.... I don't ......come on and tell me..I feel so left out," Joan
urged impatiently to her longtime friend.

"Why that's Long Dong Silver, Joan...the porn star...come on..you can't
tell me you've never heard of him?" Bette said sarcastically.

"Ohhh..Bette..you've got to be kidding...he's a porn star...what's he
doing here...and how would YOU know..hehehe?" Joan quickly retorted.

"Well Joan.....a few years back, David got an offer from a friend to
invest in one of the business ventures he was starting up. It was a new
movie studio..underground you understand," Bette whispered, trying her
best to keep up a level of modest decorum eventhough they were
surrounded by all 7 of the deadly sins.

The wife of the studio boss giggled slightly, watching as Joan Collins
recoiled a bit from her explanation.

"Joan....David was simply astonished how much money he could make at
it," Bette gasped. "But since he also has his legit studio and his
reputation to worry about, he's just continued investing as a silent
partner.

Bette watched as her long time friend's eyes slowly lit up in a
sparkling show of recognition.

"And he's.....," Joan mouthed gazing over in the direction of the tall
black man.

"Yes Joan.....he's the guy that has the 'thing' between his legs that
had made David and me a whole lot of money, " Bette said demurely,
causing both women to become flushed under the copious amounts of blush
on thier
cheeks.

Joan and Bette both cast a longing eye in the direction of the porn star
in the corner.

"So...have...you...," Joan tried to ask politely.

"No...no....no.. ...Joan," Bette quickly replied. "David won't let me
within 10 feet of the guy... he says I'll never want to come back home
with him if I do."

Joan snapped her head back and looked at Bette with an inquisitive stare
on her glamourous face.

"Look Joan...I've got a few other people to meet..I'll catch back up
with you before we leave....OK," Bette said as she gave Joan a quick,
parting hug.

Joan simply was too stunned to say goodbye.

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Left alone again in the cesspool of indulgence surrounding her, Joan was
beginning to be tormented by the realization of who the curious black
gentleman was.

She resumed her slow, almost ambivalant stroll around the crowded room.
While her mind raced, her feet guided her steadily in the direction of
the group of adoring young women that had dropped anchor, flocked like
horny sheep around thier tall, smiling black sheppard.

As Joan gracefully took a fresh cocktail off the waiter's serving tray,
she took a long, slow sip from it, allowing the alcohol to briefly sooth
her parched throat.

Watching with fascination as several of the giddy young women seemed to
egg the porn star on, a lock of intense neediness etched across each of
thier stoned faces, Joan's knees buckled and went limp when Long Dong
nodded his head and appeared to finally gave in to several of the girls'
advances.

In the blink of an eye, the tall black gentleman eased out of the corner
where he was standing and left , hand in hand, with both a young perky
blonde and a rail thin brunette.

As Joan watched, she detected a sly , almost humorous smile on several
of the mens' faces that had been standing near Long Dong and the two
women before the threesome departed towards a nearby adjoining party
room. Were they possibly the older rich husbands of those girls, content
to let thier brides have a little, or a lot of,  strings free fun with
the infamous black porn star?

Confronted with the reality of having nothing else to constructively do
at the party, Joan willingly followed her surreal curiousity towards the
place where Long Dong had disappeared with the two white women. As Joan
got closer to the room, she realized in horror that Long Dong hadn't
even had the decency to close the door after the three had made thier
way in. Everyone was so full of Coke, amphetamines and heroin that
decency and decorum had long since evaporated for the revelars.

As disgusted as Joan was about the looseness and lack of manners, it
still didn't stop the 44 year old seductress  from voyeristically
peeking in on what was quickly unfolding inside the adjacent walk in
closet/ nookie room.

Joan could see Long Dong's upper torso clearly as the black man
haughtily shoved his mouth against that of the model-like, brown haired
woman beside him. The lower trunk of his body however was obstructed by
the half opened door. 

The blonde that had disppeared into the room was on her knees at the
feet of the imposing stud. Every second or two, Joan could see the
kneeling girl's golden locks flail backwards as her head rocked back and
forth, evidence that she was performing some sort of fallatio on the man
above her.

"But that just...can't..be," Joan whispered to herself. Although Joan
was on her third cocktail, she knew her depth perception hadn't faded
that much. Joan guesstimated that the young blonde girl was easily two
whole feet away from the man she was giving a blowjob to and there was
just no way with the short, almost choppy bobs of her head, that the
girl could reach his crotch as far away as he was standing from her.
"There's just....no...way."

Raising her right heel to take a hesitant step closer, instictively,
Joan reached out with her hand and pushed against the half opened, plush
mahogany door, ever so slightly, to get a better look inside.

It was then Joan's eyes waxed open spastically and her whole body went
numb. In that moment of recognition, it was the closest she had ever
come to being completly mortified and awestruck in her life.

The slim brunette had her left hand wrapped around the stud's back as
they continued to share a carniverous, oral embrace. With her right
hand, she attempted to wrap her fingers around the trunk like base of
Long Dong's schlong. As hard as she tried however, her fingertips were
still inches apart as she desperatly flexed her hand around his gigantic
black stalk. With her lips still planted against his, the brunette began
feverishly jacking off the enormity of Dong's cock , in 6 to 8 inch
piston-like jerks, along the center of his weighty manhood. 

Turning her attention lower, Joan watched as the blonde on her knees,
bowing at the feet of the porn star, was working on the other end of
Dong's gigantic tool. Kneeling nearly two feet away, in front of Long
Dong's arched legs, the young girl held the lower half of the stud's
joint in both hands, the same way a singer would when furtively
clutching a microphone during a powerful ballad.

As the blonde attempted to lurch open her mouth so that she could fit as
much of the crudely imposing manmeat into her straining mouth as
possible, Joan felt herself tremble when she noticed all the young
nubile girl could do was barely fit the head of the beast between her
lips.

When the brunette's desire and wantonness finally overtook her, almost
as if she was following the lead of a siren's song, she demurly dropped
to her knees beside the blonde, opened her mouth wide and began biting
at the pipelike center of Dong's erect ebony marval.

As Joan watched both young girls do the best that they could with such a
massive undertaking, she began to feel the strange liquod sensations of
guilty arousal seep into her consciousness as well.

With the blonde's mouth stretched to ungodly proportions, trying to
devour the tennis ball shaped cockhead of her towering black master,
Joan blinked her eyes, for the life of her not  believing what she was
seeing. As the actress stumbled backwards and let go of the door, Joan
put her hands against her chest and tried her best to start breathing
again before she passed out.

Her head buzzing now from the strain of the pounding dizziness in her
temples, Joan retreated backwards to try and lose herself once again in
the crush of her fellow partygoers. Everytime Joan closed her eyes
however, the illicit sight of the average looking black man cockily
standing above two white girls on thier knees worshiping what amounted
to a nearly two foot long arm, filled every sensory void like burning
acid inside Joan's mind.

Downing the rest of her third cocktail in one long gulp, Joan quickly
turned to look around for the nearest waiter so she could start on her
fourth.

As Joan searched around for another drink, she couldn't help but
noticing the blonde and the brunette slowly stumble out from the
adjoining party room where Long Dong had led them. Each of the girls
were holding thier throats, looking as if they had something lodged
deeply in thier gullet. With each of the girls, both of whom were easily
half Joan's age, sashaying back to the men that had brought them to the
party, both seemingly exhausted from thier efforts, Joan couldn't help
from seeing that for some reason thier gifted black suitor did not
follow them back out to the party.

"What could he be doing in there?" Joan asked herself pensively. Joan
scanned the room to see if perhaps Long Dong might be waiting for
another woman to go into the room to take her turn. After a couple of
moments of watching and waiting, Joan realized no one else was headed to
the small party closet.

With the literal power of a magnent drawing her towards it, Joan could
feel her weak, trembling legs carrying her once again in the direction
of the adjacent party room where she knew Long Dong Silver was still
inside waiting. 

Swerving to miss several of the intoxicated partyers that crisscrossed
her path to the walk in closet, Joan did her best not to spil a drop of
the liquod courage in her crystal wine glass. Her internal temperature
rising, Joan could feel a scathing blush rise up under her makeup's
foundation and a rolling knot beginning to tighten in her belly as she
got close enough to reach out and push open the mahogany door that Long
Dong was waiting behind.

Like a nervous young child standing on the end of a diving board, scared
to take the final step over the edge, Joan stood outside the foryeur,
biting her lip in an attempt to work up the courage to 'dive' in.

Often times when that child is in that predicament on the diving board,
sometimes it takes that little unsuspecting nudge on the back when they
aren't looking, to send them over the edge and into the abyss below. In
this case with Joan, that was exactly what it took.

As she continued standing in the entrance of the doorway, trying to work
up her courage, a couple of intoxicated and stoned partyers, dancing to
an upbeat disco song, collided solidly against Joan's back causing the
44 year old actress to fall a few steps forward, directly into the small
stuffy room whether she was ready to or not.

Doing the best she could to catch herself on her four inch heels, Joan's
first reaction was to wince in disgust as most of her fresh glass of
champagne spilled out onto her arm, $2,500 dress and then down onto the
plush carpeted floor. As Joan rung her hands, trying to free herself of
the sticky coating of topline champagne, Joan finally looked up and
realized she was standing face to face with a still half naked Long Dong
Silver.

The intense smell of sex filled Joan's nostrils every time she inhaled
the air of the small cramped closet. Trying her best to keep her dark
sensuous eyes locked directly on the porn star's, for the life of her
not wanting to look down, Joan tried her best to demurly and politetly
turn around and leave through the door which she just gotten nudged
through.

Unfortunatly for her rational mind, her instinctual curiousity forced
her eyes off Long Dong's face, down the length of his body until Joan's
gaze fell onto the stud's half deflated penis.

Several moments of deafening silence passed between the two as the
actress tried to register what she was seeing. As Joan eyes locked
hypnotically on the black man's flaccid 8 inch length, it slowly began
reinflating as if it had some sort of internal sensory device that could
tell Joan was openly glaring directly at it.

Watching the subtle way the woman's pupils steadily dilated, Long Dong
felt the copious amounts of blood neccessary to inflate his manhood rush
forcefully down to his crotch.

"I guess you're next lady," Dong said matter of factly, not having a
clue who the woman in front of him actually was.

Joan stood motionless in front of him, her mind trying to figure out
just what he meant by 'next'. As the dark sequens of her dress flickered
in the dim light of the walkin closet, Joan desperatly tried gaining her
bearings so she could back up and get herself out of the room. As hard
as she tried however, she couldn't bring herself to move.

After a great deal of effort, Joan was finally able to pull her eyes off
of the breathtaking sight between Long Dong Silver's thighs. Lifting her
gaze back up to the porn star's wickedly grinning face, Joan tried
casting a look of her own of powerful resistance, an expression that a
few years down the road she would make famous in her role on 'Dynasty',
but on that night ,in that closet, the look of staunchness in her eyes
faded weakly under the stud's irrepressable power.

Joan could see both Silver's hands down at his side and she took a brief
moment of solice in the fact that he wasn't about to reach out and touch
her because, deep inside, Joan didn't know how she was react to that.

Suddenly, there was a distinct pressing sensation against the front of
her sheer ,tight black evening gown. Immediatly, Joan focused on
Silver's arms trying to figure out which hand had blindly reached out
and violated her. As the actress lowered her gaze however to look at his
arms, to her everlasting horror, Joan couldn't detect a bit of motion in
any of Long Dong's arm muscles. And still, the pressing on the front of
her gown continued.

"Ohhh..Nooooo,"Joan mouthed, loud enough for the porn stud to hear her.

Realizing the woman before him was going to be rather easy pickings,
Long Dong decided to just stand there stoiclly for a few moments,
soaking up ,with amusement, the shock and confusion on Joan Collins's
lily white face.

Looking down to see his fully gorged prick pushing against the front of
the starlet's expensive dress like a third arm aiming right for the her
cunt, Dong put his hands on his hips and patiently watched the helpless
woman's reaction.

Shellshocked, Joan tried her best to keep from hyperventilating when the
feeling of her sequened evening gown continued to be lifted higher and
higher between her legs. Fighting off the urge the best she could to
look down and see the strange violation being performed on her, Joan
finally gave in and let her gaze drop lower.

Noticing the woman's eyes finally dipping to the front of her dress,
Long Dong eased closer, taking a full step in Joan's direction, forcing
his meaty black spear further up between the woman's legs. The metallic
sequens grazing against his dickflesh tickled it devilishly, forcing it
to grow even harder as it seemed to take on a life of its own.

Joan's eyes finally locked onto the invader as a foot or so of it nudged
her dress steadily up her knees, its fistlike head rising between her
slightly parted gams as if her molten pussy was begging for it to come
closer.

Realizing the elegant older woman was slipping under his spell, Dong
reached out with his right arm and let his hand fall heavily on top of
Joan Collins's full bosom.

Squeezing his dark fingers together tightly, Dong took a slow,
methodical hand full of Joan's perfect breasts, measuring her up just
like another one of his conquests while his bloodfilled monster snaked
cruelly between Joan's quivering thighs.

"You've never seen anything like this...have ya lady?" Dong mocked.

He looked down to see Joan's lips part, but she didn't look up at him to
reply and no sound came from her mouth.

Dong then took a hold of the root of his monster with his left hand and
shanked it upwards, forcing Joan's dress to rise even further, allowing
the tops of Joan's black thigh high stockings to become clearly visible.

"Wanna see what it can do?" Silver asked, as he continued seesawing his
joint upwards, gleefully feeling the head of his manhood smacking
dangerously close to the front of Joan's soaked, pink lace panties.

As Joan's head swirled with the surrealness of the situation, she was
still able to feel clearly the invading penis and its slick, saliva
coated head as it bobbed against the bare flesh of her inner thighs.
Each time the massive tip of it grazed the front of her panties, Joan
winced, trying her damndest to keep her balance.

The attention it took for Joan to keep her knees from giving out
however, prevented her from having a chance at stopping Long Dong from
finally swooping in for the proverbial 'kill'.

With his right hand holding Joan's upper torso steady, Dong nudged his
left knee between Joan's thighs, pushing them further enough apart so
that he would have a clear path to her pussy.

With the ease of a professional, Dong removed his left hand from his
fuckpole and eased it up inside Joan's swampy snatch. With a quick
rolling motion of his middle finger, the porn star reeled in enough of
Joan's moistened underwear around his digit to be able to pull the
covering away from Joan's seeping pussy. Slowly working them over her
thighs and thigh high stockings, Dong finally let Joan's panties come to
rest around her shaking knees.

The heat coming from inside her pussy no longer concealed, Silver smiled
broadly when he felt the woman's unmistakable arousal flow around with
hand and rigid black phallus.

"Make no mistake lady...you're definatly goin' to feel this," Dong spat
soberly. "Let's count to three baby."

The black man then slowly began his count.

"....1..........2.....," but before he hissed three, without warning,
the head of his foot and a half long appendage slammed like a missle
into Joan's wet but still unprepared vagina. 

"OOOOUUUCCCHHHH!" Joan yelped drunkenly, looking as if she was a pagan
sacrafice, impaled on a pole, for all to see.

With his right hand still clamped on Joan's breasts, Silver could feel
the woman's heart race through her two thousand dollar dress.

As Dong's cockhead teased the outer oval of Joans pouty, glistening
pussy lips, the 44 year old actress's hips flexed backwards,
unconsciously forcing her pelvis forward in an insatiable show that she
was ready for what he had to give her.

Feeling Joan's hairy pussy meet his advances, the black porn star took
his tool back into his left hand, steadying it with the care of a
laborer preparing to drive a spike into a rail line, then rammed his
manhood forcefully into Joan's soupy depths.

"OOOOHHHH....AAAHHHHH...OOOOHHHHH......AAAAAAAAHHHHHH, " Joan groaned
loudly, her 4 inch heels lifting higher off the floor with each thrust
the stud made.

Dong laughed seeing Joan almost lose her balance. Holding her securly by
the chest with his with head of his batlike cock rammed tightly into her
pussy, the experienced stud knew Joan wasn't going anywhere unless he
let her.

Having had over 2,000 women, Silver had developed a keen sense about
when a woman was on the verge of release. From the subtle way thier
facial features ticked, the spontanious spasms of thier cunt muscles or
the special way thier heart began to beat in thier chest, he was acutely
aware of how much he had to 'push' to get what he wanted from a woman.
As he stood there studying all the signs coming from Joan's body, he
sensed her circuits were preparing to blow rather quickly.

Having that much hard, scalding flesh against the most sensitive regions
of her body, especially after those spots had been so delightfully
teased, Joan began bucking wildly as the towering black fuckstud used
her like nothing more than a common whore, in the party closet of the
Ritz Carlton Hotel.

"How much of this can you handle Baby...you oughtta see how your pink
pussy looks...you wouldn't even recognize it with my big black dick
buried in it," Dong hissed into Joan's ear, savoring the smell of the
hundred dollar perfume she had dabbed on her neck.

Feeling the beat of Joan's heart increase with his hand, Silver sensed
he could make his conquest cum anytime he wanted. Continually ramming
his massive cockhead, flush against the backwall of Joan's cervix, its
thick shaft stretching her rubbery vaginal lips to ungodly proportions,
Long Dong Silver finally decided to push to whimpering woman over the
edge.

With the upper third of his dick shoved as far as it would go into the
flailing actress, Dong sadisitcally dug his joint inside her pink quim
until it pressed violently against the rarely touched intersection of
nerves that formed Joan Collins's G-spot.

"EEEKKK....EEEKKK.....EEEKKKK...AAAHHHH....AAAAAHHHHHH...GGGGOOODDDDDDD,
" Joan shrieked, not able to control herself as the intense stabbing
pain of the enormous schlong's ratcheting fuckmotions burrowed inside
her womb, causing Joan unmittigated and unrelenting pleasure.

Keeping his right hand steady against Joan's chest, Silver savored the
sight of the actress's nickel sized nipples as they strained outwards
against the sheer fabric of Joan's pushup bra and sequened gown.

Rubbing his thumb up and down Joan's ample cleavage, both participants
shivered as the stud traced his fingers through the beads of sweat
trickling down the tight, ivory cavern between her full breasts.

"You cummin'...HUH...YOU CUMMIN'...CAN"T EVEN TALK .......CAN
YA.......,"Dong laughed cruelly, the satisfaction of sharing his special
gift with women never for once getting old.

After already blowing his main cumload minutes earlier with the young
blonde and brunette, Long Dong was able to hold off his pending orgasm
despite the luxurious tightness that Joan Collins's pussy provided. 

When he felt that he had taken all the energy out of Joan that he could,
he delicatly ripped his massive black spear from her cunt and let its
erect, glistening fullness hang haughtily between thier sweaty torsos.

"Down on your knees," Dong ordered with quiet forcefullness.

Joan tried fixing her gaze on her new lover with a mix of exhaustion and
embarrassment on her face. She tried to find the words to tell him to
'Go to Hell' but as she attempted to gather her breath, Joan realized
that her unsteady senses and weak knees might benefit from a few moments
on the floor.

Like a child giving in to the orders of someone in authority, Joan
Collins dropped to her knees demurely, one leg at a time. Kneeling
there, her body weight resting on her stocking clad knees, she
apprehensively studied the still erect wonder, bobbing like a snake less
than 6 inches in front of her face.

"Suck it baby...clean it off real good and your new black daddy might
just give you a treat, " Dong hissed sarcastically.

Steadying herself at the feet of the virile and unquenched pornstar,
just as the two girls that were half Joan's age had done minutes
earlier, Joan's mouth watered from the perverse and beckoning sight,
dangling like a tree limb above her.

Watching as Joan let out a long gasp, Dong quickly jabbed two of his
fingers into the woman's parched mouth and held her red lipstick smeared
lips apart. With a quick tug of his right hand, Long Dong grabbed his
ready and waiting dick by its center and dropped it with a meaty thud on
top of Joan Collins's world famous face.

Feeling the weight of Dong's manhood drapped across her head for the
first time gave Joan a distinctly queezy aura of disbelief. She had to
continually keep reminding herself that it was in fact a man's penis
stretching from the top of her curly black hair down past her chin and
covering her face, width wise, from eye to eye.

With his fingers holding Joan's gasping mouth open, Dong cockily guided
his fuckpole towards the entrance that he had created and slowly filled
the actress's picturesque mouth with his 18 inch ebony spear.

"MMMMMMMM...," Dong sighed, loving the way Joan's warm breath felt as it
tickled his pride and joy. "Take it in baby....take it all in."

And take it in Joan did. The moment her reflexes forced her to suck in a
mouthful of fresh oxygen, Long Dong's humongous cockhead entered her
puckered mouth as well.

Silver smiled wryly, seeing the way Joan's cheeks puffed out grotesquely
and eyes bugged wildly from having to accomodate such a beast into her
overwrought mouth.

Wrapping his fingers in Joan's curly, jet black dyed hair, Dong
proceeded to fuck Joan's face over and over in a series of long,
torturously slow grinding assaults, until the muffled mews of ecstasy
coming from each of thier mouths filled the cramped, dimly lit room.

With just over 5 inches of his thick beast inside Joan's mouth, the
black fuckstud immediatly began stroking feverishly the underside of the
other 13 inches that were dangling out of the starlet's mouth with his
hand as he felt what cum he had left, bubble to the top. With a primal
grunt of pure, dominant power, Dong's cock erupted, covering Joan's
tongue and lips with the seminal fluid he hadn't used on the two young
sluts earlier in the evening.

As the sticky white residue of Silver's ejaculate coated her throat and
chin, Joan desperatly tried breathing through her flarred nostrils to
keep from passing out.

"Lick it baby..Lick it all up...its the best stuff you'll ever
get......better taste it while you can," Dong said prophetically.

Taking his dick in his hand, Dong used it like a huge paint brush to
coat Joan's makeup smeared face with his emmissions until the 44 year
old sex symbol raised her arms up to eye level and wrapped both her
trembling white palms around Dong's massive toy and jacked the smooth,
veiny, black spear like a fulfilled nymph as he stood majestically above
her.

THE END

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