CELEBRITY PERVERSION
Angel Ray
Aspiring filmmaker Harry Patterson wants desperately to make his mark on Hollywood but has trouble at first finding his niche as he starts out directing mostly B-movie horror flicks and erotic thrillers. Then, just when his filmmaking career is about to hit an impasse, he receives a video which turns out to be a homemade sex tape of Hollywood's "it" couple of the moment. He releases the tape, which, of course, becomes a huge bestseller for the failing movie company of which he bought from the previous owner and his former boss. Due to the major success of that film, Harry adopts the directing moniker of Joe Bob Blow and goes on to direct a slew of equally-successful celebrity sex films starring has-been celebrities who are desperately hoping to expand their 15 minutes of fame. And Harry soon discovers the downside and various pitfalls of this rather shady business. (NOTE: This book was previously published by Pink Flamingo Publications.)
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Here's an excerpt from Celebrity Perversion:
Delia stood up, nearly falling down she was so high from the cocaine, and stumbled over to where Roscoe was standing with the video camera. Roscoe panned the camera down as Delia got on her knees and pulled down the gray baggy shorts Roscoe was wearing. Delia’s beautiful blonde head jerked back as Roscoe’s cock, which was already hard, popped out and struck her on her collagen-injected lips that went perfectly with her fake breasts. Harry was very much impressed with the size and girth of Roscoe’s cock. It was at least a good eight or nine inches, maybe even ten or eleven if one were to accurately measure it. He could see now why women flocked to him like flies on stink in spite of the fact that he was as dumb as a roomful of anuses and had a reputation of treating his women like trash (and, of course, there was that whole rock star thing, which may have contributed to his renowned prowess with the ladies!). (One story in particular that Harry remembered reading about him in the tabloid The Inquisitor alleged how he had made one of his many girlfriends give him oral in spite of the fact hadn’t bathed in a good two weeks back during his band’s heyday.)
Delia smiled like a slave in heat as she wrapped her dainty fingers around the shaft of Roscoe’s impressive cock and gave him a few good and hearty strokes. She next opened her mouth wide and wrapped those famous lips of hers around the pulsing head of Roscoe’s dick while she continued stroking him off. Not wanting to wait any longer, Roscoe reached down with his tattooed arm and grabbed her by the back of her head and, with one good thrust, shoved his cock almost all the way down her throat. Harry was further impressed at how Delia was able to take his thing inside her mouth like that without gagging once! Roscoe held his girlfriend’s head in place while he thrust his mighty manhood in and out of her mouth like a jackhammer busting through concrete. He wasn’t sure if it was the cocaine or what, but Harry was astounded at how Delia didn’t complain once about how her boyfriend was ramming his man-meat down her craw like he was shoving it in mud (but then, Harry thought to himself, it’s kind of hard to carp when one has a mouthful of cock!). Harry could hear Roscoe’s big and hairy balls smacking against Delia’s chin to go with the stifled moans emanating from her full mouth. Roscoe was also moaning as he face-fucked his world-famous girlfriend and living out practically every horny red-blooded American male’s fantasy. Then, just when things appeared to reach their zenith, Roscoe abruptly pulled his cock out of Delia’s mouth. By the sound of Roscoe’s heavy panting on the tape, he was about to have one hell of a powerful orgasm. But then he revealed the reason to his still-kneeling girlfriend—and, of course, the viewing audience—of why he didn’t go the distance right then.
“Oh, baby, I wanna fuck you!” Roscoe said to Delia.
Delia smiled up at him. “You wanna fuck me, huh?”
“Yeah,” he panted.
Delia then asked a question that Harry was not expecting her to ask her boyfriend:
“Where do you wanna fuck me?”
“Where do I wanna fuck you?”
She nodded and grinned. “Yeah. Where do you wanna fuck me, baby?”
“Where do you think?” He snickered again. “In your ass. I wanna fuck you in your ass, baby!”
She nodded again. “Okay, baby. You can fuck me in my ass if you want.”
“Well, all right!”
ã 2013 Vagina Monkey Publications
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