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Joan Collins 
By Stardog Champion (jprobx@webtv.net)

***

Hollywood diva Joan Collins, the aging yet still 
beautiful woman meet a man she can't refuse. (MMF, 
affair, intr, size, celeb-parody)

***

The year was 1977, and living for the 'here and now' 
was the order of the day. Disco was king, leisure 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 culture 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 
indeclinably 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 notorious serial killer. In the midst of all 
that, the blackout that hit the city that Summer seemed 
to cast a symbolic, 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. 

***

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 adoration, when it is taken away, there is a 
distinct feeling of lose and vulnerability. Only a few 
stars have embraced having that glare removed, Greta 
Garbo. Others are rumored to have gone as far as to 
fake their 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 presence 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. 

***

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 stoically 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, sequined 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. 

***

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 their 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 
occasion. 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 surroundings was 
the fact that 90% of the people there were on at least 
their 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 interfered 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 curiosity. 

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 their first name. 

"Well Joan, how are you? Long time no 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 
curiosity 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 
incredulously." 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. 

"Oh 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 even though 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 
their 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, 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 glamorous 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. 

*** 

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 ambivalent 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 their 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 their 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 men's 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 their 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 curiosity 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 their way in. Everyone was so 
full of Coke, amphetamines and heroin that decency and 
decorum had long since evaporated for the revelers. 

As disgusted as Joan was about the looseness and lack 
of manners, it still didn't stop the 44 year old 
seductress  from voyeuristically 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 disappeared 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 fellatio 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, 
instinctively, 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 completely 
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 carnivorous, 
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 desperately 
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 man-meat 
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 demurely dropped to her knees 
beside the blonde, opened her mouth wide and began 
biting at the pipe-like center of Dong's erect ebony 
marvel. 

As Joan watched both young girls do the best that they 
could with such a massive undertaking, she began to 
feel the strange liquid 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 
cock-head 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. Every time Joan closed her eyes 
however, the illicit sight of the average looking black 
man cockily standing above two white girls on their 
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 their 
throats, looking as if they had something lodged deeply 
in their 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 their efforts, Joan couldn't help from 
seeing that for some reason their 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 magnet 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 partiers 
that crisscrossed her path to the walk in closet, Joan 
did her best not to spill a drop of the liquid 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 foyer, 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 partiers, 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 top of the line 
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 demurely 
and politely turn around and leave through the door 
which she just gotten nudged through. 

Unfortunately for her rational mind, her instinctual 
curiosity 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 re-
inflating 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 
necessary 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 
sequins of her dress flickered in the dim light of the 
walk-in closet, Joan desperately 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 irrepressible power. 

Joan could see both Silver's hands down at his side and 
she took a brief moment of solace 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. Immediately, 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 noooo," 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 
stoically 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. 

Shocked, Joan tried her best to keep from 
hyperventilating when the feeling of her sequined 
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 
sequins grazing against his dick-flesh 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 
fist-like 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 blood-filled 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 fuck-pole 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 defiantly 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 
missile into Joan's wet but still unprepared vagina. 

"OUCH!" Joan yelped drunkenly, looking as if she was a 
pagan sacrifice, 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 cock-head teased the outer oval of Joan's 
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. 

"OH! AH! OH! AAHHH!" 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 securely by the chest with his with head of 
his bat-like 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 their facial features 
ticked, the spontaneous spasms of their cunt muscles or 
the special way their heart began to beat in their 
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 fuck-stud 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 
cock-head, flush against the back wall 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 sadistically 
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! GOD!" Joan shrieked, not able to control 
herself as the intense stabbing pain of the enormous 
schlong's ratcheting fuck-motions burrowed inside her 
womb, causing Joan unmitigated 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 sequined 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 cumin? HUH? YOU CUMMIN? CAN'T EVEN TALK, CAN YAH?" 
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 delicately ripped his massive 
black spear from her cunt and let its erect, glistening 
fullness hang haughtily between their sweaty torsos. 

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

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 draped across her 
head for the first time gave Joan a distinctly queasy 
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 fuck-pole towards the entrance 
that he had created and slowly filled the actress's 
picturesque mouth with his 18 inch ebony spear. 

"Mmmmm," 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 cock-head 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 accommodate 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 their mouths filled the cramped, dimly lit 
room. 

With just over 5 inches of his thick beast inside 
Joan's mouth, the black fuck-stud immediately 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 desperately tried 
breathing through her flared nostrils to keep from 
passing out. 

"Lick it baby, lick it all up... it's 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 
emissions 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 
THANKS FOR READING 
jprobx@webtv.net 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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