I am a Sex Addict, a Celebrity. By Mariel

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I am a Sex Addict, a Celebrity. By MarielI am a well known woman. I have graced many popular TV shows, have a fan base number over 100,000, and I am a sex addict.Obviously you can understand my need for continued anonymity, but I am desperate to let you know, that my mind, body, and soul, want you, all of you, and I lie at night just thinking of my desire to let you see me, that really does turn me on.When I am filming, and here is a bit of insider information, must of us are nude under our skimpy skirts and dresses, our pussies are wet, with a mixture of nervous tension, alcohol, and the thought that millions might see our pussies, if we either, dare to show, by having a wardrobe malfunction, or just say fuck it, here goes, but in reality, the later rarely happens, and usually after the show, we fuck the bodyguard, or the chauffeur, to ease the sexual tension.Some of my friends who are gay, talk about the wonderful feeling of finally coming-out and admitting who they are, but I don’t want to, as I get a kick out of telling people who it was that just gave them a hand job or a blow job, and watch their eyes as I lick their warm semen in front of them.Some famous girls in the industry like Angelina Jolie, Brittany Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, Danielle Staub, Amber Smith, and Nicole Narain, are a just the tip of the iceberg, of some of the girls I have met and kissed, over the years, but of course, these are some of the modern breed, the history of cinema and the Hollywood Greats, simply show that women being desired by millions of men, does leave in a constant state of sexual awareness.But I know you know all about these famous girls, not to mention the recent expose of the latest younger breed of femininity having their accounts hacked and their ‘Nudies’ and ‘Home made Porn tapes’ stolen, but I digress, let me tell you guys about my dirty secrets, and you tell me if you wanked yourself?Incident one, a Hobo Blow-job.I had just finished a four hour shoot, lot of innuendo, flashing skin, and gays with erections, left me wet and wanting a fuck. My mind towards the end thought of Joe, my black chauffeur, would be waiting, and the more I thought of his black cock reaming me, the more agitated I became, my sexual tension was building to breaking point.I was dressed like a slut for the filming, no expense spared, even my bi-dresser, Ami, commented on my looks, Ami was a horny little bitch, who wore attachments like ‘Clitoris Stimulator’s’ bursa escort under her tight fitting panties, or walked around with stuff up her cunt or ass, she was horny for me, and I teased her a lot. Once I made her perform for me after a show, I sat down in front of her, poured myself a whiskey, and asked her to orgasm for me.Ami, bless her, reached down her pants, flicked a switch, and buckled, her legs giving way under her, and her lithe body convulsing on the wooden floor, Amy was a comer, I could just imagine all her crotch being vibrated inside and out, I got up and walked out, leaving her on the floor, making sure she saw my cunt as I stepped over her.’Hi Joe’, was my customary greeting, ‘how’s it hanging’, I would continue, with reference to his black cock, our little coded greeting to let Joe I was in need of his physical services.’Hard night Miss’, he would reply, not meaning his cock was ready for my white pussy, but just politely asking as to the state of my mental and physical being.’Three fucking hours Joe, of a gay fuck rubbing his hard-on up and down the crack of my ass, as he eyed another guy’. Joe smiled, he just loved my vernacular prose, feminine dirty talk gave Joe an erection, he once told me, and I made a point of talking dirty to Joe, 10″ of black meat inside your cunt, dancing a tango with your clitoris and cervix simultaneously, was just reward for talking like a filthy slut to my prized bull and employee.Joe adjusted his rear mirror, he liked to have a wank as he drove, and I liked to let him see me be myself, smoke a joint, rub my cunt, and work myself up until we would pull over and Joe would inseminate his mistress, we both loved the deep South slave/mistress shit, refined white ladies were known for having a harem of black bucks for their sexual amusements, young men starved of their wives and girlfriends, while we white girls teased and toyed with their emotions and cocks, like the Roman Ladies of yore.’You jacking Nigga’, I would ask Joe, as I dragged on a joint, ‘Yas missy’, he would mimic in mock return’, my cue to hike up my skirts and start fingering myself, Joe’s eyes were wide as he filled the rear mirror, watching my long fingers go right up inside and rub behind my shaved pubis, and massage my ‘G’.’I can see your crinkly pucker missy’, Joe said thickly, with reference to my asshole, and I would pull both fingers from my wet cunt and smear my love lub onto those crinkles, Joe love to bursa escort bayan fuck me up the ass, and watch me walk into my house and my loving husband, knowing his cum was deep inside my forbidden back-door, Joe was an out and out ass man, and my ass was his property.’Shit’, and the car swerved slightly. I stopped masturbating, thinking we had just avoided hitting someone or something, I mean, what would the fucking police think, I could just see the headlines, ‘Famous actress masturbating whilst driving’.Joe had shot his wad over the steering wheel, comical yes, myself to blame as he watched my genuine fingering, then a tad anger and frustration, I still needed a fuck.’Joe go down-town, take the back streets, the alleys’, an idea crossed my mind, and I peered out into the filth and stinking existence these poor people led, as we drove past them.’Stop’, I cried, ‘back up a little’, I commanded, and Joe reversed a few meters and stopped the car, a few meters up the dark alley was a bum crouched on a piece of cardboard, ‘Clean yourself Joe, and keep watch, make sure no one sees me’, and I opened the car door and made my way up to the man sitting there.I stood in front of him, looking down on this dirty pathetic excuse of manhood, my legs straddling his at his knees level.He looked up at me, my long legs clad in fishnets, his cut stay-up elasticated tops, and nothing else, as I had dropped the few items I wore between here and the car.’Do you know who I am’, I asked him, noting his eyes were fixed on my cunt, rather than my face, so I bent my knees and dropped down on my hunches, my knees wide open my soft bum grazing his dirty pants at knee level, ‘now do you recognise me’, I continued?The sexual tension in me was building, I had always thought about dirty sex, I mean real dirty sex, unwashed and unclean, myself, washed, clean, and perfumed, being taken by men covered in filth, rolled in the dirt and violently taken, and now I was actually here, and about to do it, I could feel myself wetting, like never before.He started at my beautiful and instantly recognizable face, my Scandinavian heritage etched into my facial features, my long blond hair, heavily scented from exotic and expensive shampoos, he smiled, his mouth full of rotted teeth and sticking breath, never were two people so opposite in the sexual spectrum.I picked up his hand, noting the dirt and the filth behind his nails. The smell emanating from his body was stomach escort bursa churning, but the my need for sex drove me on and deeper, as his hand, still in mine, went under my body and touched my wet cunt, his dirty fingers starting to bury themselves into my swollen labia.I closed my eyes and my nostrils flared with the raw stench, the coldness of his fingers went deeper into my womanhood, he was toying with my little nubbin of flesh at the bottom of my cunt, he played with my cervix, he was knocking at the door to my fallopian tubes, where my eggs sat, fat and ripe, waiting for the spermatozoa, the little tadpoles that would herald my fertilization, the ultimate in fucking a woman, impregnate and make her carry your dirty deed for nine months, ‘Oh God’, went though my mind as my hand delved down to his crotch and began unbuttoning and unzippering the layers of clothing.’Joe’, I called out, ‘give me a hand, quick’, and within minutes Joe was holding him down and together I got hold of his cock and pulled it free and held it under my cunt, ‘Now I hissed’, at the poor terrified tramp, ‘I’m going to fuck you’, and I sank down onto him, feeling his length touch the same little nubbin and knock the same door, which I knew would open automatically, all it needed was the warm flush of semen.I was in a sexual daze, somewhere in those mists was a voice of reason, it was Joe, ‘Miss you need a condom’.I looked up at Joe’s face, he was supporting me as I squatted and pumped this tramps erection, ‘Too late Joe, I cant stop’, was all I managed to say, I was cumming and it was building to the best ever. My eyes dropped onto the prostrate figure of the b**st beneath me, being ****d by the modern day Beauty bouncing on his cock, yes I was r****g him, that was the beauty of it all, taking a man by force, by someone, even if he did recognise me, no one in their right mind would believe him.I came, he came and together we cemented this unusual bonding with his semen, the warmth spreading deep inside me. I jumped up, ‘Pay him Joe’, as his cum dripped from me and landed on his trousers, ‘give him a hundred, he earned it’, I continued as I turned and walked quickly to the car, got in and waited, my legs shaking and my cunt still sensitive to the fuck.Joe got in, ‘Where to’, he asked, ‘Take me home Joe, I need to shower and take a pill’, I replied quietly, I knew I had overstepped the mark this time, but fuck, oh fuck, what a fuck, bare-backing a hobo, now that’s what makes a fuck a really good fuck.And that gentlemen, is what a girls mind thinks like when she is being dirty, did you enjoy it, tell me, and see if my next one gets better. Love Mariel, your resident slutty girl.

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