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Archive name: rather.txt (MF, asian, celeb)
Authors name: Uncle Mike (1996)
Story title : Dan Rather and the CBS Evening News

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Dan Rather and the CBS Evening News (MF, asian, celeb)
By Uncle Mike (c) 1996
 
***

"...and still the fighting goes on."

Dan gave the camera his best somber stare until the red 
light blinked off. Then, as had become his habit 
recently, he quickly rolled his chair back a few feet. 
It looked, he hoped, like just a little relaxation 
between segments. It was, however, really a chance to 
get a better look at Connie's lovely legs, unfortunately 
hidden from his view at the anchor desk. It still 
rankled a little that the bosses had forced a co-anchor 
on him, and he didn't think much of Connie's 
journalistic abilities. But he had to admit she was 
quite a looker. There was enough to look at for three 
eyes with good stuff left over for a fourth, as folks 
back home in Texas might say. Connie Chung was one good 
hunk of woman.

She had a perfect face, of course, with that incredibly 
smooth, ageless skin that seems to be the particular 
gift of Asian women. And Dan had always loved the Asian 
look of a thick head of black hair; you wanted to bury 
yourself in it and not come out 'til winter. She had a 
very nice body, too -- bigger breasts even than most 
Occidentals, and a thin waist. But what he admired most 
were her legs -- legs with perfect curves, legs that 
went on forever, legs that made you want to climb right 
in between them and... his eyebrows rose slightly and he 
pulled them back down as he realized Connie was talking 
to him. 

"So then Dave asked me about... I'm sorry, Dan, was I 
interrupting a thought?"

He waved off her apology. "No, I'm sorry, I was just 
daydreaming. You were saying something about... Dave?"

"Letterman, Dan. I was on his show today, remember? And 
he was asking me about Maury and ... and, you know, the 
baby. Anyway, I was saying that I'll have to watch the 
show tonight to see what I said. I really don't 
remember. I must have made some kind of joke, because I 
do remember Dave laughing. But I can't think of what it 
was, because inside I was so upset. Just before I went 
on, I got a call..."

The floor director's hand gesture snapped them both back 
to their places.

*

"... but the president will have the last word, his 
advisers say."

Again Dan slid back. This time he was paying attention 
as Connie turned toward him.

"Where was I? Oh, yes. I had just gotten a call from one 
of our doctors. The tests were negative again. Poor 
Maury. He tries so hard, he's gone through so many 
procedures -- well, we both have, I guess -- but nothing 
works. And he blames himself. Does that seem fair? It's 
not his fault that his sperm aren't fast enough or 
strong enough or just plain enough, is it? How would you 
feel, Dan? If it were you, I mean?"

Dan's eyebrows rose sharply as he searched for an 
answer. He wasn't used to people asking him about his 
sperm, especially not sexy co-anchors. Having a woman in 
the newsroom really was a mixed blessing, he thought. He 
mumbled something non-committal and sighed inwardly when 
the floor director's hand signals wig-wagged again.

*

This time Dan barely got out his closing words before 
Connie started talking again; he was half afraid they'd 
go out over the air.

"If it was your sperm, Dan, how would you feel?"

"I... uh... I guess I don't know, Connie. I never really 
had any problems in that... that area, myself."

"No? Not ever?"

Dan tried to picture having this conversation with 
Walter Cronkite, say, or Brokaw, or Safer. Well, maybe 
with Safer. But probably it wouldn't have given him an 
erection like the one he now realized was throbbing in 
his pants. He tried to ignore it and give Connie some 
kind of answer.

"Never. I guess I just got good genes." He flashed a 
smile. "At least no one's ever complained."

"Oh, well, as far as that goes, Maury's very good," 
Connie said, leaning close and beginning to speak in a 
whisper. "In bed, I mean. There's no problem with his 
equipment. It's just his sperm that can't do it."

Dan stood up, getting a whiff of her perfume as he did. 
"Right, well, then. None of that's been a problem for 
me. Either... area. So, good show tonight, don't you 
think?"

"What? Oh, I guess so." Connie stood up too and followed 
him off the set. As they entered the hallway to their 
dressing rooms, she put a hand on his shoulder. He felt 
his cock twitch.

"Dan, could we talk about this a little more? I've got 
some Cokes and waters in the fridge in my dressing room. 
I just need someone to talk to. OK?"

"All right," Dan said, surprising himself. Now what have 
I gotten myself into?, he asked himself as he stepped 
inside. What are we going to talk about next, her 
periods? Her favorite tampon? He shuddered at the 
thought.

But he sat down on the black leather couch -- noting to 
himself that he'd only gotten a cloth one; he'd have to 
talk to his agent about that -- and tried to look 
interested. After hearing more about how Maury's sperm 
couldn't beat a one-legged man in a cat-kicking contest, 
Dan was adding boredom to his discomfort. He tried to 
cut off her tale of woe.

"Look, why don't you just forget all this and adopt a 
kid? Lots of people do."

"I know, but somehow... well, I just want to have the 
experience of having carried the child myself. Maybe 
that's selfish..."

Darn right, Dan thought to himself.

"... but that's just how I feel. And I know what you're 
going to say next, too: Why didn't we go to a sperm 
bank? Well, Maury might be willing to do that -- but I'd 
hate to think what the papers would make of it if they 
ever found out. And I just don't believe we could keep 
it a secret. You know how many people recognize us on 
the street, Dan. Imagine what would happen if I tried to 
walk into a sperm bank. The stories about how Maury 
couldn't do his duty. He'd be mortified."

In spite of himself, Dan was actually beginning to feel 
a little sorry for Connie. She was acting like a spoiled 
brat, insisting that everything work out perfectly. But 
he saw a few tears running down her smooth cheeks; she 
really wanted a baby. It was her own fault that she 
wouldn't try the alternatives, but still, it was a tough 
break.

"Look, Connie," he said, "I don't know what I can do for 
you. I'm not much good at this kind of talk. But I do 
want you to know I feel sorry for you. I hope you and 
Maury can figure a way to have that baby."

Connie, whose head had been hanging down as she sat on 
the edge of her desk, lifted her eyes. 

"I'm so glad you said that! Do you mean it? Oh, I'm 
sorry, that was rude. What I mean is, would you be 
willing to help?"

"Help? I don't know what you mean."

Connie giggled as she slipped off the desk and took a 
step toward him. "Oh, sure you do. Come on, Dan, I've 
seen you looking at my legs. Did you think I wouldn't 
notice?"

Dan blushed through his makeup while his mind raced to 
catch up. 

"Don't be embarrassed, Dan," Connie went on. "I 
appreciate it when a man admires my legs. They are good, 
aren't they?" She lifted the hem of her skirt almost to 
her crotch, giving him a full view of the legs encased 
in sheer black hose. Dan's cock sprang to attention and 
prodded at his zipper. Down-home metaphors eluded him. 
He could only stare.

Connie let the skirt fall back down as she took another 
step toward him. "I... I'm not sure how to ask you this, 
Dan," she said. "But I... I mean we... Maury and I... we 
really want a baby. And Maury can't help. And he's too 
proud adopt, and I'm... well, I guess I'm too vain. But 
we want that baby. And Maury doesn't have to know."

Dan felt as if he were in some kind of bizarre movie. As 
he watched, Connie reached up and began undoing the 
silver buttons of her white silk blouse. As it fell away 
from her body, he saw her large, round breasts bulging 
out of her lacy white bra. He suddenly realized his lips 
were dry, and he licked them. Connie smiled.

"I hoped you'd agree," she said, her voice quieter and 
even silkier than when she read the news. She slipped 
out of the blouse, letting it fall to the floor as she 
unzipped her black skirt. It puddled around her ankles; 
she stepped out of it and kicked it aside with one of 
her shiny black high-heeled shoes.

Dan looked her up and down. Connie was short, but 
perfectly proportioned, like some erotic doll. 

She knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt. He 
was surprised to look down and see his own hands 
loosening his tie; he wasn't aware of what they were 
doing. He watched as his own hands undid his belt and he 
stood up; Connie pulled his slacks and boxers down.

Dan's cock waved in front of that perfect China-doll 
face, like the snake tempting Eve. His co-anchor -- he 
pushed the word out of his mind -- this beautiful woman, 
this goddess kissed the tip of it. He felt an electric 
spark leap straight to his brain. In all his years of 
journalism, nothing like this had ever happened. Oh, 
back in the early years there had been some tawdry 
women, but they only seduced him in his fantasies. And 
it had been years since any young woman had shown him 
anything but admiration or respect.

Connie parted her soft red lips slightly as she kissed 
his cock up and down. She looked up at him, her eyes 
wide. His nostrils flared. The Asian beauty rose to her 
feet and pressed her body against his, her firm breasts 
in their lacy cages rubbing against his chest as she 
kissed him, hard, their tongues tangling.

He fumbled at the catch of her bra; it had been too many 
years and he was out of practice, but at last he got it 
free. She stepped back from him then, letting the bra 
fall. Her breasts were as he had imagined them, lush, 
full globes capped by large, dark brown circles and 
erect nipples. 

She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him. Dan 
bent down and took them into his mouth one at a time, 
suckling them like a newborn. 

"Oh, Dan, yes!" Connie moaned, rubbing her fingers in 
his hair. 

And when he had sated himself momentarily, she knelt 
down again, this time opening her lips wide to take his 
cock in. He felt it slide past her lips and plunge deep 
into her mouth as her hot tongue tickled the sensitive 
underside.

"I've never ... had it so good," he told her, and it was 
true; not since a whore back in Amarillo had he gotten 
head, and she had been fast and sloppy. Connie was 
taking her time, and her touch was exquisite; he had had 
to back up against the couch so he could support himself 
by leaning on it -- her blow job had him literally weak 
in the knees.

Just when he thought he was going to shoot his load, 
Connie pulled off. He tried to reach out and draw her 
back, but she slipped under his grasping hands and stood 
up again.

Her eyes looking squarely into his, she reached down and 
peeled her black panties down, sliding them over the 
stockings, leaving the garter belt behind. Her bush was 
as dark and full as her hair. 

She reached a hand down and plunged two fingers into her 
slit. They went in easily; Dan could see she was already 
wet and ready. Unintelligible murmurings escaped her 
lips as she finger-fucked herself in front of him.

Her head fell back and she began to groan, louder and 
louder, as her fingers flew in and out of her pussy. A 
thick scent of musk rose around her. Dan's breathing 
came fast and shallow. In a minute or two Connie's 
entire body began to shudder and then, with a wild 
shriek, every muscle seemed to let go at once and she 
fell forward.

Dan caught her, the force of her fall forcing him back 
onto the couch.

He pulled her face up to his and kissed her hungrily, 
covering her lips and neck with his greedy mouth. 

At last she seemed to recover enough to return his 
kisses and her hands roamed up and down his back.

He heard her whisper in his ear, and the sound thrilled 
him more than anything ever had. "I want you," she said. 
"Take me now, Dan. Take all of me!"

Dan laid her down on the couch and knelt between her 
legs. He wanted to take the time to admire the sight, 
but his cock was urging him on. Quickly he placed the 
head of his rod at her hot, slippery pussy lips, and she 
urged him on as he drove it in.

His shaft plunged easily between her wet folds, deep 
into her tight tunnel. In a fog of lust, Dan drove 
himself into her up to the hilt and pulled out again, 
pistoning into her over and over.

Connie yelped with each downward stroke, her lithe legs 
wrapping around his waist, clutching him to her. She was 
obviously enjoying herself, and the realization drove 
Dan to harder and harder thrusts. For the first time in 
a long time he saw himself as a great lover, and the 
image was strong enough to make itself a reality. His 
cock clove her pussy lips again and again, twisting this 
way and that. She began to writhe beneath him, her hands 
beating against the cushions, her heels digging into his 
ass as she pressed him deeper into her.

From time to time Connie's loud moans resolved into 
recognizable phrases: "Deeper! Deeper! Oh, god, Dan, 
fuck me! Yes! God, yes, fuck me harder! Oh, god, that's 
good!"

To Dan's astonishment, he felt her begin to shudder 
beneath him. Could she be...

"I'm coming!" she shouted, and he knew it was true. Her 
body stiffened and released once, twice, a third time, 
all accompanied by bellows that he was sure would be 
heard by everyone on the floor. But he was past caring 
as he drove his hard cock into her cunt, feeling his own 
orgasm begin to build.

Connie apparently could feel it too, as his shaft grew 
bigger and harder within her, for she bucked up him 
furiously, her tits bouncing around like pinballs. "Cum 
in me!" she shouted, her fingernails digging into his 
back as she clutched at him. "Give me all of your cum! I 
want to have your baby! Please, please, make me a baby!"

By then Dan couldn't hear or see, for his mind was lost 
in passion as he felt his jism boil out of his balls and 
explode through his shaft into Connie's cunt. Load after 
load shot out of him. "I'm cumming!" he told her, though 
she didn't need the clue. As the first jet of hot cum 
entered her she had spun off into an orgasm of her own, 
shouting as a fit of ecstasy rode her to exhaustion.

Dan collapsed on top of her as his cock shriveled, and 
he lay there several minutes before he felt his strength 
returning. Muscles still a bit stiff, he groaned quietly 
as he pushed himself to his knees and eased himself off 
the couch.

But before he could do any more, Connie reached out a 
silky leg and wrapped it around him, pulling him back 
down onto the couch. Like a magician, she made his cock 
rise again with an expert blow-job. This time he took 
her from behind, like an animal, his hands mauling her 
massive tits as he slammed his cock into her sopping wet 
pussy. He came again, hard, and her pulsing cunt lips 
milked him dry.

Then, to his utter astonishment, she brought him back to 
life a third time, a thing that had never happened to 
him before. This time he was too tired to do anything 
more than sit up on the couch, so she squatted over him 
and lowered herself onto his hard shaft, doing all the 
work as she pounded away until yet another wave of cum 
poured into her sodden cunt.

At last she let him go. Connie had to help Dan get into 
his clothes; his hands were shaking slightly and he 
couldn't seem to get the buttons into the proper holes. 
She gave him one last deep, wet kiss, that he felt down 
to his toes, and squeezed his ass cheeks as he turned to 
go. At the door he took one last look back at her 
perfect, naked body. Her face wore a Mona Lisa smile of 
utter contentment. Words failed him.

"Until next time," she whispered. Dan closed the door 
and stood in the hall outside. Next time?!

THE END

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