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(buckn@hotmail.com) *** This story is fiction, I'm sure that Mr. Willis has a normal sized penis, or maybe even an extra large one so far as I know. But for the purposes of this story poor Bruce has been whittled down a bit. Sorry Bruce, poetic license. *** Hollywood. You say that name to people and they immediately have visions of fame and fortune. Nothing but hot and cold running stars, and streets paved with glamour and glitz. Fact is though, it's more like living inside a really noisy, smoggy light-bulb. Everybody's out for themselves, and unless you're somebody, nobody gives a shit about you. It's all about greed and lust. If you got the cash, you can get whatever, or whoever, you want... and if you want the cash, you gotta be willing to give them what they really need. That's where I come in. Buddy Longs the name, and there's plenty of names for what I do. Gigolo, playboy, hustler, male escort, boy- toy, you name it. Sure, I'm not much to look at, but then again, what balding, over-weight guy pushing forty-five is? Friends tell me I look like Dennis Franz's fatter less-attractive brother, but hey, who needs friends anyway. The point is I got the equipment, and, more importantly, I know how to use it. God gives everybody a gift, or so I'm told. Some are great writers, or musicians, or artists. Others have a skill for sports. Others become great doctors or lawyers. What His All-Mighty bestowed upon me though is something altogether unique. Though I initially come off as just another fat slob with dandruff and a bad mustache on the outside, underneath beats the heart of a man who can satisfy any woman, anywhere, anytime, in ways that she's never even dreamed of. How do I do it, you ask. Well, let's just say I have, over the years, staked a reputation for myself with the more well-to-do ladies in town of being able to bring them to earth-shattering orgasm without even really trying. Plus, having a well-trained tool the size of Texas doesn't hurt either! Hey, it's a living... BUDDY LONG in "FUN WITH BRUCE & DEMI" by Buck N. 1998 mailto:buckn@hotmail.com (comments are always welcome!) "Now stick it in her ass," Bruce said, as he settled back in the arm-chair and started stroking his surprisingly small dick. "C'mon, man! Fuck the shit right outta that tight little hole!" "Hey," Demi snapped back, shooting her husband a deadly cold stare. "You never said anything about this!" Before she could say another word, I grabbed her naked well-toned frame by the hips and pulled her fat-free butt to my groin. She twisted and squirmed, trying in vain to pull herself free. "You know you want it," Bruce replied, flashing that famous smirk. Using one hand to part her well-toned ass cheeks, I rested the head of my long thick world-famous knob against that cute little pink ass-button of hers. She shrieked with surprise as I pushed my slick shiny mushroom head in, feeling her ass muscles clench around my veiny shaft as I grinded deeper and deeper into her. "Oh, God," she screamed. "It's... too... BIG!!!" She just didn't seem to want to relax, and I could only get about half of my bulbous foot-long dong into her. Regardless, I hunched over her back and started pumping that ass for all I was worth! I could hear and feel my big round hairy sweat-soaked low-hanging Budweiser-belly slapping loudly against her arched back as I repeatedly stabbed her with my pole. "Yeah, that's it," Bruce laughed, stroking his miniature tool faster and faster. "Give it to her good!" "You fucker," she hissed at him, as I felt her starting to loosen up a notch. "I hope you're enjoying this!" "Don't worry, honey-buns." He stood up. "I am." As I humped that hole with my renowned machine-like definitude, Bruce strolled over to the other side of their enormous bed and stroked his dick inches away from her face. Grabbing one of her swaying tits, he began smearing his semi-hard shank all over her lips and cheeks. Demi quickly turned her face from side to side. From my vantage point I couldn't see her expression, but the sad disappointment on Bruce's puss told me tell she wasn't enjoying that as much as he'd hoped. Frustrated, Bruce shoved his rod in her mouth, grabbed her dark short-cropped hair and started force-feeding her his meat. "Suck it, ya pompous stuck-up bitch," he ordered, and she reluctantly complied. Man, I thought, this guy is harsh. I had met Bruce earlier that Saturday night at Johnny Depp's Viper Room, a teen-star hangout famous for all the young pretty-boy actors that have passed out on the front curb. I was making my way into the VIP john when the door suddenly swung open and caught me right in the face! Wham!! I reeled back, not really feeling the pain thanks to the dozen or so Buds I had downed during the course of the evening, and tried to focus on the irritated face that stared at me from the doorway. "Watch where you're going," I heard a voice say. "Ya' dumb fat fuck!" Blinking hard, I finally focused on a familiar face. "Hey," I said, smiling. "You're him!" "Who the fuck else would I be," he grumbled, pushing past me. I lowered my hand from my bleeding forehead, revealing my face. Suddenly he did a double-take and stared at me. "Hey, you're him!" Is there a freakin' echo in here, I thought to myself. He walked back up to me and smiled. "Aren't you Buddy Long?" "Yeah, I guess I am," I said, trying to shake off the slowly growing ache in my head. "Hi, I'm Bruce Willis," he said, holding out a hand. "I thought I recognized you," I said, suddenly noticing the tiny fleck of white powder on his nose. "Loved that exploding building flick you were in." "Uh, thanks," he said, grabbing my arm. Before I knew it he pulled me into the men's room and squeezed me into one of the stalls. Locking the door behind us, he put his face up close to mine. "I'm not really into guys, y'know," I said, backing away as far as I could. "Is it true what they say about you," he whispered, accidentally spitting on me a little. "What do they say," I asked coolly, wiping the goober off my cheek. "That you can make any woman cum, anywhere, anytime?" "Well, if that's what they're all saying," I chuckled. "Then who am I to argue?" "Ever do a threesome?" "Like I said, I don't do the fellas." He was really starting to creep me out. "I know, I know," he snapped back, getting a little pissed off. "I just wanna watch you at work, y'know what I mean?" I nodded and winked. "Gotcha," I said, not wanting to look like an idiot. It was just about then I realized my shoe was soaking in the toilet bowl. What is it about married guys? I mean, they should be gettin' it on a fairly regular basis, but for some reason they always want something different. Something out of the ordinary. Take our pal Bruce here. He's married to this totally hot piece of ass, but still can't settle for just that. Now, he's askin' yours truly to give his wife the high hard one while he just sits and strokes off. Whatever floats your boat, I figure. I must have stood in that stall for almost half an hour while Bruce snorted coke and whined on and on about how he can't get his wife to cum. He's tried everything he says, but no go down below, y'know. (Hmmm, I could've been a poet.) For my usual fee of fifty bucks cash, I tell him, I can make his sweet Demi holler loud enough to wake River Phoenix! He stares at me like I'm talkin' Chinese, and then finally reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fat roll of cash. Hey, fifty bucks is fifty bucks, ya' cheap bastard. If ya' wanna play, I always say, ya' gotta pay! (Damn, I should've been a poet!) As he drove me back to his house, Bruce called Demi on his car phone and told her he'd finally found someone who could fill the "position" they had talked about. He winced and I could overhear Demi shrieking and yelling from the other end. He hung up and turned to me, smirking that smirk. "Don't worry," he says. "It'll be just fine." "Ewwwww gross!" Demi stood at the top of their spiraling stair case, wearing only a loose t-shirt and biker shorts, and I could see her hard nipples poking through the cotton. "He's disgusting!" I looked down at my lime green polyester jacket, hot pink tank top and white Levis ensemble. What's she goin' on about, I thought, this Miami Vice look is timeless. Bruce beckoned her to come on down and meet me. "Don't you know who this is," he said, waving a hand in my direction. "Dennis Franz's fatter uglier brother," she sneered. (Shit, I hear that all the time.) Bruce waved both his hands at me now. "This is Buddy Long!" Demi's demeanor suddenly shifted. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then let a sly grin creep across her face. "Well," she finally said, in that sexy raspy tone of hers. "Why didn't you say so?" My obese hair-covered ball sac was slapping hard against her pussy now as I was finally able to drive my entire cock into her anus. I could feel myself get even bigger and harder inside her as she began bucking her arse back up against me. All I could hear from Demi though was loud wet slurps as she let Bruce's fuck-stick dip in and out of her vacuum lips. She was rolling his tight little balls in her hand as she finally started enjoying herself. "C'mon, Buddy," Bruce panted. "I wanna see her cum!" "Like this," I asked, wiping the sweat off my bandaged forehead. "Or on her back?" Demi gagged on her husband's knob as she tried to make her own suggestion. Letting that cock escape her suckling mouth, she turned her face around and reached back, grabbing one of my fleshy man-tits. "On my back," she blurted out, as Bruce's pre-cum juice dribbled down her chin. "In my pussy!" Grabbing hold of her ankles, I flipped her over and spread her thighs up high. Nestling her hips between my furry fat thighs, I thrust the entire length of my king- sized cock-monster into her moist gapping cunt. Damn, she felt so good! "Oh God, yesssss!" She moaned and cooed as I started riding her like a goddamn pony! My dick control has always been the cornerstone of my success, and not wishing to deprive these high-profile clients of my God-given talent, I wasted no time in methodically rotating my shaft deep within her. Feeling that cock propeller around against her vaginal walls, Demi used her arms to lift that impeccable ass of hers up against me. "Awwww yeah, man," Bruce moaned, as he squeezed some more of his juices onto her face. He was working his dick and balls so hard and fast now, really getting off on watching this fat slob drill his wife. "Make that bitch scream!" And so I did. Demi let out a long high-pitched wail as she orgasmed repeatedly. Her volume dropped and climbed as she came again and again. It was like she been saving up her release for years! Looking at Bruce's stunned expression, I realized she probably had, poor thing. All this was a little too much for Mr. Willis to take and with a squeaky yelp, he let his jizz spill all over Ms. Moore's face and hair. She let her head roll back, receiving that shower of cum into her open mouth. Sealing her lips tight again, she let the last drops of his semen stain her lovely face. Now it was my turn to fire my own built-up load. I yanked my axle from her hugging vagina and started working that hard-as-nails cock-flesh until I discharged a streamer of thick milky seed all over her tits and belly. Bruce and I watched Demi smear our combined juices up and down her face and torso until she was all shiny and slick. The dim bedroom lights reflected off her oily skin like sparkles on a rippling brook. (Fuck poetry, I should've been a novelist, huh?) I gave them my pager number on my way out to catch the bus, but I never did hear back from them. I read a while later that they were having some marital difficulties. I guess once you've had a "Die Hard" multiple-orgasm from Buddy Long, it's tough to settle for the boring old "Indecent Proposals" from your under-endowed hubby. The End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Celebrity Directory