I'm sure all of us have fantasized about sex with celebrities, right? It was always one of our hottest fantasies to bed a celeb, especially someone whom you've been lusting after. Well, this lucky Slut did eventually have such an opportunity. This was in the 90s and the celeb in question happened to be one of my man crush in that era.
The guy in question, was a pretty well known singer in the late 80s. He came into the spotlight because he was one of those who was blessed with crystal clear vocals. His voice was always soothing & effortless even when he hits the high notes. It was never ear-piercing screechy & that was part of the reason many fell in love with him. Me included. It also helped that he was cute as hell which was a rarity in the local entertainment scene. This guy was Idol material.
And I was right. As more & more people sat up & listened, his celeb status started to climb. When he started out, he was just a regular dude with a very like-able face & angelic voice. Then as he became more well-received, he started working out & began to hone a really hunky bod. Needless to say, this Slut fully welcomed this new improved sexy version of my idol. And then BOOM! That bod propelled him to even greater heights of the popularity. People from other parts of Asia started to hear about his name. He was one of this country's pride cos he had the whole package. Good looks, great voice, a bod to die for & very soon he was well-known in the Mandarin Pop industry across Asia.
There's a saying that goes, the higher you climb, the harder you fall. With the fame that he acquired, it also meant his life eventually became more & more public. I'm guessing he was not prepared for the invasion of his private life & the stress of having to deal with it, especially with the aggressive tabloids abroad. It came to a point where he made an abrupt decision to leave the entertainment industry. It was such bad news for his fans cos although we did suspect his sexual preference, we never really cared cos we loved his voice & the songs that he was putting out. Anyway, he quickly faded into oblivion & soon most people have forgotten about him by the mid 90s but not this Slut.
The fortunate event happened sometime in the late 90s. During that time, people were discovering Gay dating websites. These websites were usually set up by foreign companies in the States. It became hugely popular with the local gay crowd. We could set up a profile, give ourselves a fancy nickname & then we could start corresponding with guys who caught our eyes. I remember I was logged in to one of these websites & a profile caught my attention. It featured a hunky bod with the face cropped off. But the beautifully sculpted pecs on this guy's profile was alluring enough to ignite my sexual desires. He had a short & sweet message for those browsing through too. He's looking for casual fun. Perfect for this Horny Slut.
I decided to leave him a message to let him know I'm keen to play. To cut the story short, there were a few back & forths between me & him after that. But when I requested for his face pic, I was rejected as he claimed he's discreet. I usually do not proceed further in scenarios like these cos there are a lot of fakes out there. But somehow that day, perhaps due to the fact that I was extremely horny, I decided to take a gamble. I asked for his address & headed over to his place.
When I reached his place at the eastern part of the country, I went up to his apartment & knocked on the door. Next, I heard a voice calling out from the inside telling me that the door is not locked & to let myself in. I turned the door knob & found myself in a cosy, dimly lit 3 room apartment. The decor was Oriental themed, with Buddha statues placed throughout the living room. There were also a lot of Fish tanks in the house. Hmmm... this guy must love fishes. Then the voice spoke again & it came from one of the bedrooms. The room door was opened slightly, leaving a gap. I approached & slowly pushed the door open to finally reveal the owner of the house.
Fuck! It's him!!! That would be my thought bubble if this was a scene from an erotic comic. I was caught totally off guard when I saw his face. I just couldn't believe my good luck! This guy is that one celeb that I've fantasized umpteen times about . I was so stunned by the face presented to me that I literally froze at the doorway. He was seated in an armchair next to his bed & luckily he made the 1st move by beckoning to me. Still dazed with the realization that I've stumbled on the good fortune of bumping into my Idol, I sheepishly approached him.
As I advanced towards him, he stood up. Our eyes met & I'm sure he must have caught the moment when I realized that I recognized him but he chose not to acknowledge that. Anyway, he still looks quite good albeit a little haggard. His face was devoid of expression, his eyes lifeless. Life must have been hard for him ever since he quit being a pop star. A hundred questions were running through my mind. Where have you been? How could you just vanish like that? Do you know you let all your fans down? etc. Surprisingly, my 1st thought wasn't to suck his cock.
Before I could make any move, he reached out for my shoulders & gave it a downward push so that I would consequently end up kneeling in front of him. My eyes is now at the same level as his crotch. I looked up at his handsome face & without a word, he nodded; signifying I have permission to reach for him.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!! This is unbelievable! I could almost hear the silent cries in my mind. On the one hand, I was ecstatic to fulfill my lust for one of my sexual fantasies but in reality, I was nervous as hell! With trembling hands, I reached for the buttons on his berms, unbuttoned them & as his shorts dropped to the ground, I buried my face into his pelvis. The only thing that is separating his manhood & my lips now is his underwear. But at this moment, it was enough just to take in the musky scent of his crotch area as I rubbed my face around it.
When I looked up again, his eyes is still as listless as ever. Oh poor Baby, what has life done to you? You look like you've lost all hope. It was then that I made up my mind to do my best to satisfy him sexually. It was the least I could do. My fingers crept up to his upper bod & caressed it. His bod is no longer as toned as how it was during its peak but the sculpted square pecs are still there. Gingerly, I stood up & stripped him of his t-shirt. A semi-naked Idol is now standing before me. OMG! I have run through this scene in my mind countless times & it's so surreal that this is happening for real!
I leaned in to his neck & started gently kissing there. Then my lips slowly meandered down to his chiseled chest, the manly thick pecs that I've had numerous wet dreams about. I continued planting kisses all over his sexy chest till I reached his nipples. I stuck out my tongue & gave one of his nips full attention while my palm groped the other side of his bouncy pectorals & took full advantage of the situation. He was still as motionless as ever. It felt like he wasn't really enjoying this so I decided to probe further. Down I slithered some more, licking his hunky bod as I descended till I was once again kneeling in front of him.
My fingers reached for the band around his underwear & languidly peeled it off. As the underwear came off, I was presented with a rather limp cock. This was a far cry from how I imagined it to be. In my fantasy, he was sporting a roaring hard on & raring to tear my man cunt apart. But I don't blame him cos I'm also nervous as fuck & I can't get it up too. I just have to work harder; so I popped his weiner into my mouth & pulled out all the oral tricks that I'm capable of.
Thankfully, my sucking skills didn't disappoint & I soon got his floppy lil bro standing at attention. It was then that my Idol decided to haul me up, stripped me & then put me in a doggie position. Next, he whipped out a condom, lubed me up & he took me. He wasn't a passionate fucker. In fact, the way he fucked was so indifferent that I felt that I was just a sexual outlet for him which to an extent, is how it is. Apart from the initial few words that he spoke to help me find him, he hadn't uttered a single word. Hell, there wasn't even any sounds from him when he eventually emptied his barrel. On hindsight, I realized that it was probably as awkward for him as for me, especially when he knew that I recognized who he was. Plus, I believe he must have plucked up lots of courage to eventually put himself out there for a hookup.
So, is this one of my favorite sexual experience? No. But it is definitely one of the more memorable ones. Well, reality always doesn't equal fantasy, does it? I heard through the grapevine later that he went into the aquarium business. Ah... that explains the fish tanks at his place!
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Sunday, 7 December 2014
Sunday, 17 August 2014
SEX WITH A LOCAL CELEB
In this post, I'm going to bring you readers back in time to the 1990s. It was a time when this Slut was at the prime of his youth and also the period when I've had the most sex in my life. Haha...
Anyway, I think this happened in the mid-90s. During that period, the hookup weapon of choice was the internet & the IRC was one of the most popular avenues. So, one day, I was on the IRC chatting with random guys and then this particular one caught my attention. Let's just call him Mr. C.
What struck me as special about Mr. C was that he was very eloquent in his chat to me. It wasn't the usual convo about what I was seeking, stats & preferred sexual positions. Because of his eloquence, it got me curious about him and as the chat progressed, I found out that he lived in one of the most expensive condos in the east coast at that time. That condo was famous because it was built on an exclusive reclaimed piece of land that provided an unrestricted view of the coastline. The buyers, in this case, were obviously the creme of the crop in the country. Wow, this guy must be pretty loaded & could be a very good catch, I was thinking to myself. The chat did eventually veer towards the sexual direction & that's when I discovered that he's a top who's in his late 30s, standing at 1.83 & weighing 79kg. Every detail about him was perfect & I was clearly ecstatic when he invited me over to his place.
So without much ado, I got myself dressed & hailed a cab, heading straight towards that exclusive condo. When I reached the condo, I had to provide the block & unit no of Mr. C's pad to the security at the gate & I was then ushered in. Then at the lift lobby, I had to buzz Mr. C for access to his floor & that's when I heard his voice for the 1st time. He had a very nice manly voice! My excitement shot up another level. Everything's looking very good up to this point. My heart began racing as the elevator brought me up to the level where Mr. C was waiting.
Eventually, I was at Mr. C's front door & I pressed the doorbell & waited with abated breath. It was like a scene from the movies when the door slowly swung open & Mr. C's face was finally revealed to me. Then like in the movies, I also sort of heard a loud screeching noise in the back of my head, signalling an abrupt halt to all my expectations. I know this face! I've seen it numerous times on tv when he was hosting all those various variety shows. Mr. C, you see, is a quite a popular emcee who was billingual in English & Mandarin. It was part of the reason that he is quite popular because not many show hosts were able to switch between these 2 official languages on tv. Image-wise, he had always projected himself to be a prim & proper, decent guy, always dressed impeccably in designer suits. Here comes the problem, Mr. C wasn't exactly my type when it comes down to that, though he's a TV celeb.
Well too late, I told myself. I could also see the nervousness in Mr. C's eyes as he let me in. I figure he doesn't really do this on a regular basis hence the jitters. He was dressed in nothing else but just a bathrobe. Better make the best of the trip since I'm not going anywhere else for now. I reminded myself. I began to make small talk with him, complementing him on his very nicely decorated bachelor pad. I was actually honest about the compliments. His place is spectacular! You could immedaitely tell that it belonged to a man with expensive taste. And true to hearsay, the view from his apartment was breath-taking.
I was lost in awe admiring the amazing view from his full length glass window in the living room when I felt a pair of hands around my waist. Mr. C has sneaked up behind me & he's now got me wrapped in his embrace. Uh-oh, this signifies that he wants to get it on. Do I bolt for the door or do I allow him to ravage me? On the other hand, this was a total brand new experience to me as I've never slept with a celeb up till this stage of my life. Also, I was curious about how big his cock was as I felt it harden behind me. Mr. C was a tall giant & I was hoping his dick wold be proportionate to the rest of his body. In the end, the curiosity won & I allowed him to lead me towards his King sized bed.
Once we hit the bed, Mr. C's true colors were revealed. He was promptly stripped of his bathrobes & he literally tore my clothes off me. He was like a hungry beast, sniffing & licking me all over like I was his prized catch. His hands were also groping my youthful body everywhere. I must have been half his age then because I think Mr. C was really in his 40s although he claimed to be in his late 30s. I would have responded in kind if Mr. C was my type but alas he wasn't, so I had to put on an act simulating sexy moans. The act worked & he went on a frantic mode of ravaging my whole bod.
Time to fulfill my curiosity. I reached down towards Mr. C crotch as he licked his way up to me. As I wrapped my fingers around his manhood, it was all hard & ready. I was however a little disappointed. Mr. C's cock was a very averaged sized 6 inch. I was expecting it to be slightly bigger given his impressive body stats. So guys, cock size is not proportionate to bod size, remember that. Haha...
But 6" is good enough for now. Mr. C has gotten bolder now as he straddled over me & offered me his dong. Helplessly, I parted my lips and put on a show of me enjoying his lollipop. To his credit, Mr C was really into me. It's just that unfortunately I wasn't too into him. When he finally flipped me over & fucked me doggie, I was actually glad I was in this position as I didn't have to face him. But I didn't have that luxury for too long cos he soon flipped me again & fucked me missionary style. What's worse was that he wanted to kiss! I had to oblige & it wasn't an enjoyable one. Mr C was a sloppy kisser. There was too much tongue & his saliva was all over my face after awhile. Mr. C was also a talker when it comes to sex. He liked to comment on how much he enjoyed my body, how great I smelled & how I was making him feel so good etc. As mentioned before, all this talk would have been an aphrodite if I were as into him as he was into me. Now I just want the whole thing to be over!
Thankfully, Mr. C didn't take to long to cum. As he squirted into my insides, I just grabbed him tightly & coaxed him to release every drop of his seeds. Then it was eventually all over. I hastily showered, thanked him profusely & bailed out as fast as I could.
On hindsight, Mr C could have been a really good catch. He was tall, carried himself well in public, rich & popular. It was just too bad he wasn't really my type. He hounded me for a few more days after that for more sex but I never went back. I'm sure if I had played my cards properly, I might have ended up as Mr. C's toy boy. But the Mr. C on TV & the Mr. C in the bedroom was a total opposite. So guys, don't believe everything you see on TV. Haha... As slutty as I could get, I'm glad I kept my dignity intact & not be lured by all that fame & fortune.
Anyway, I think this happened in the mid-90s. During that period, the hookup weapon of choice was the internet & the IRC was one of the most popular avenues. So, one day, I was on the IRC chatting with random guys and then this particular one caught my attention. Let's just call him Mr. C.
What struck me as special about Mr. C was that he was very eloquent in his chat to me. It wasn't the usual convo about what I was seeking, stats & preferred sexual positions. Because of his eloquence, it got me curious about him and as the chat progressed, I found out that he lived in one of the most expensive condos in the east coast at that time. That condo was famous because it was built on an exclusive reclaimed piece of land that provided an unrestricted view of the coastline. The buyers, in this case, were obviously the creme of the crop in the country. Wow, this guy must be pretty loaded & could be a very good catch, I was thinking to myself. The chat did eventually veer towards the sexual direction & that's when I discovered that he's a top who's in his late 30s, standing at 1.83 & weighing 79kg. Every detail about him was perfect & I was clearly ecstatic when he invited me over to his place.
So without much ado, I got myself dressed & hailed a cab, heading straight towards that exclusive condo. When I reached the condo, I had to provide the block & unit no of Mr. C's pad to the security at the gate & I was then ushered in. Then at the lift lobby, I had to buzz Mr. C for access to his floor & that's when I heard his voice for the 1st time. He had a very nice manly voice! My excitement shot up another level. Everything's looking very good up to this point. My heart began racing as the elevator brought me up to the level where Mr. C was waiting.
Eventually, I was at Mr. C's front door & I pressed the doorbell & waited with abated breath. It was like a scene from the movies when the door slowly swung open & Mr. C's face was finally revealed to me. Then like in the movies, I also sort of heard a loud screeching noise in the back of my head, signalling an abrupt halt to all my expectations. I know this face! I've seen it numerous times on tv when he was hosting all those various variety shows. Mr. C, you see, is a quite a popular emcee who was billingual in English & Mandarin. It was part of the reason that he is quite popular because not many show hosts were able to switch between these 2 official languages on tv. Image-wise, he had always projected himself to be a prim & proper, decent guy, always dressed impeccably in designer suits. Here comes the problem, Mr. C wasn't exactly my type when it comes down to that, though he's a TV celeb.
Well too late, I told myself. I could also see the nervousness in Mr. C's eyes as he let me in. I figure he doesn't really do this on a regular basis hence the jitters. He was dressed in nothing else but just a bathrobe. Better make the best of the trip since I'm not going anywhere else for now. I reminded myself. I began to make small talk with him, complementing him on his very nicely decorated bachelor pad. I was actually honest about the compliments. His place is spectacular! You could immedaitely tell that it belonged to a man with expensive taste. And true to hearsay, the view from his apartment was breath-taking.
I was lost in awe admiring the amazing view from his full length glass window in the living room when I felt a pair of hands around my waist. Mr. C has sneaked up behind me & he's now got me wrapped in his embrace. Uh-oh, this signifies that he wants to get it on. Do I bolt for the door or do I allow him to ravage me? On the other hand, this was a total brand new experience to me as I've never slept with a celeb up till this stage of my life. Also, I was curious about how big his cock was as I felt it harden behind me. Mr. C was a tall giant & I was hoping his dick wold be proportionate to the rest of his body. In the end, the curiosity won & I allowed him to lead me towards his King sized bed.
Once we hit the bed, Mr. C's true colors were revealed. He was promptly stripped of his bathrobes & he literally tore my clothes off me. He was like a hungry beast, sniffing & licking me all over like I was his prized catch. His hands were also groping my youthful body everywhere. I must have been half his age then because I think Mr. C was really in his 40s although he claimed to be in his late 30s. I would have responded in kind if Mr. C was my type but alas he wasn't, so I had to put on an act simulating sexy moans. The act worked & he went on a frantic mode of ravaging my whole bod.
Time to fulfill my curiosity. I reached down towards Mr. C crotch as he licked his way up to me. As I wrapped my fingers around his manhood, it was all hard & ready. I was however a little disappointed. Mr. C's cock was a very averaged sized 6 inch. I was expecting it to be slightly bigger given his impressive body stats. So guys, cock size is not proportionate to bod size, remember that. Haha...
But 6" is good enough for now. Mr. C has gotten bolder now as he straddled over me & offered me his dong. Helplessly, I parted my lips and put on a show of me enjoying his lollipop. To his credit, Mr C was really into me. It's just that unfortunately I wasn't too into him. When he finally flipped me over & fucked me doggie, I was actually glad I was in this position as I didn't have to face him. But I didn't have that luxury for too long cos he soon flipped me again & fucked me missionary style. What's worse was that he wanted to kiss! I had to oblige & it wasn't an enjoyable one. Mr C was a sloppy kisser. There was too much tongue & his saliva was all over my face after awhile. Mr. C was also a talker when it comes to sex. He liked to comment on how much he enjoyed my body, how great I smelled & how I was making him feel so good etc. As mentioned before, all this talk would have been an aphrodite if I were as into him as he was into me. Now I just want the whole thing to be over!
Thankfully, Mr. C didn't take to long to cum. As he squirted into my insides, I just grabbed him tightly & coaxed him to release every drop of his seeds. Then it was eventually all over. I hastily showered, thanked him profusely & bailed out as fast as I could.
On hindsight, Mr C could have been a really good catch. He was tall, carried himself well in public, rich & popular. It was just too bad he wasn't really my type. He hounded me for a few more days after that for more sex but I never went back. I'm sure if I had played my cards properly, I might have ended up as Mr. C's toy boy. But the Mr. C on TV & the Mr. C in the bedroom was a total opposite. So guys, don't believe everything you see on TV. Haha... As slutty as I could get, I'm glad I kept my dignity intact & not be lured by all that fame & fortune.
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