This story is a work of fiction. The celebrities depicted are pure fantasy. This series was inspired by "Vraxis" at (bch1701@hotmail.com). The characters, and story concepts derive from HIS 2003 series "gangbanging Mario Lopez". I continue this adaptation with his permission. _____________________________________________________________________ GANGBANGING SHEMAR MOORE Chapter -1
It was EMMY night for the stars of tv and day-time soaps. Shemar Moore (Malcolm on the hit soap opera; "The Young And The Restless"), walked away from the celebrity packed hall a loser, having lost yet another year in a row to another white actor. He decided to ditch the token female actress he escorted to the show (by insistence of his publicist), and head out for his own kind of fun. Shemar was feeling a bit on the wild side of things tonight, and had his limo driver take him to the rougher side of town, where he knew he'd be able to find exactly what he was looking for.
Walking into a club called The Gauge (owned by the late Tupac Shakur and his business partner Dr.Dre), Shemar found it to be a haven for the hip-hop, gang banger types Shakur and his brand of friends were known to represent. Shemar carefully made his way through the thick crowd, eyeing all of the thug boiz that eyed him back with sly contempt. Shemar was used to such greetings from his fellow african americans, as many of them were reluctant to acknowledge the black side of his mixed heritage. Most pegged him a "sell out" because he came from a good background in the upper parts of white society. But Shemar never apologized for where he came from, or from whom he was born. Ignoring some of the uncomfortable glances and unpleasant remarks, he made his way to the VIP area, where he knew he would find some members of his own status.
"Name?" asked the large bouncer guarding the entrance of the VIP rooms. He was a big brute; thick massive arms, wide boulder like shoulders, big puffy chest, thick round waist, and walnut crushing thighs. Even in his full black suit, dark shoes, black t-shirt, black shades and bald head, he could tell his was a brick shit-house.
"Hey m'brotha, don't you recognize me?" asked Shemar, giving his best player pose and brightest celebrity smile. "Maybe you've seen me on tv?" he asked, when he got no response. "Young and the Restless?" he mentioned, still getting no reaction. "The BROTHERS? Soul Train? Birds Of Prey?" still nothing. The bouncer folded his giant arms and appeared to look pass Shemar as if he weren't there, making the star feel some what fallen.
"Relax man, I'll get you in." said a voice suddenly from behind, followed by a sharp smack on the back. Shemar turned to see rap star LLCoolJ standing beside him, smiling. "Yo V, he's with ME." announced L., throwing a nod Shemar's way as he passed beyond the threshold and into the VIP back drop.
The bouncer eyed Shemar intensely as the day-time actor walked pass him, rolling his eyes at the 6 foot 2 bouncer for not recognizing him. Once inside, Shemar thanked LL for getting him in. L nodded a response, but quickly disappeared into the smokey fog of the VIP room, as he was in no mood for friendly conversation. LL had just gotten back from doing a 3 month shoot on an action movie, and was eager to get his groove on in the worse possible way as soon as possible.
Shemar was quickly greeted by a host, whom welcomed him into the VIP Lounge. He offered Shemar a drink on the house( a 40oz of BULL), then asked what was his pleasure for the evening. Shemar had heard stories about the pleasure rooms at The Gauge, but wasn't quite sure they existed.
"What do you offer?" he asked, trying to act non-chalant as his dick already starting to tent his tux.
"A wide range." said the host, pointing towards the carridor LL disappeared through. "Down there are 12 rooms, each designed with it's own unique flava. Walk around, find what you're looking for, and enjoy yourself in complete anonymity."
"Anonymity? Now that's what I'm talking about!" excited Shemar, as he downed his free drink and disappeared through the corridor.
the VIP rooms. 12 rooms to ecstacy
His clothes were checked by a nude woman, whom gave him a white towel to cover himself with. He then walked along the long hall luminous in red light fashion. He peeked into each room, finding them filled with naked bodies engaging in lewd acts. The first 5 rooms were male/female. Celebrity types such as; Wesley Snipes, Eric Benet, Omar Epps, Snoop Dogg, Bernie Mac, Seal, Allen Iverson, Mike Tyson, Rubin Studdard, Spike Lee, JayZ, Bobby Brown, Samuel L. Jackson, Don Cheadle, Anthony Anderson, Ja Rule, Busta Rhymes, Ice Cube, Mekhi Phifer, Martin Lawrence, Jamie Fox, R.Kelly, Rick Fox, Jessie Jackson, Treach, Cuba Gooding jr., Bill Bellemy, and John Singleton, (just to name a few...), all lay intertwined with some of the prettiest bitches money could buy. Shemar couldn't help but stare at several celebrities, watching as they lay on top, underneath, or behind the girls, sliding the hard dicks into their various orifices. Shemar was entranced, wishing that several of the females getting fucked -were HIM instead. He envied the girls getting the pussies, mouths, and asses fucked royally by some of the biggest black names in entertainment.
Frustrated, he continued down the hall, passing room after room of straight celebrity fucks, until he came across the room he was searching for. Inside were nothing but men. Black sweaty naked bodies humped into each other in an effort to reach simultaneous releases. Hungry mouths devoured stiff dicks while ripe assholes dances along wet tongues. Throats and assholes were penetrated with long greased fingers, tongues and fat dicks. Cum splattered along faces, torsos, and bare cheeks. Shouts, moans, groans, and the occasional screams echoed throughout the rooms as tight, tiny anal passages were fucked, ripped and tortured to their limits. Inside he recognized Taye Diggs getting blown by Malik Yoba, -Nelly getting his ass rammed good by Gary Dourdan, -Eddie Murphy on his back with his legs raised for LLCoolJ whom was humping profoundly into the star of Beverly Hills Cop, -and superstar Usher getting fucked front by Puff Daddy, and back by Missy Elliott whom was ramming his deep with her 13 inch strap-on dildo. Shemar stood in the doorway, his eyes glued on the spectacle before him. He didn't know where to jump in at. His own cock was pressing his towel he wore around his waist outward. His asshole twitching for some action as his mouth watered to suck any thing available.
"Found something you like?" asked the host, sneaking up behind Shemar as he stood there mesmerized. He squeezed the actor on his butt, loosening the towel which covered his waist, and dug his fingers into his ass crack concealing Shemar's anus.
"Most definitely." smiled Shemar, feeling an overwhelming need to get fucked.
"What is it that you want most?" asked the man, pressing his finger inside. Shemar pressed backward, indicating that he liked what he felt.
"Cock..." he whispered so faintly, that the host barely heard him.
"Then that's what you'll GET!" said the man, removing his hand and stepping aside. Shemar was then faced by the burly bouncer he met outside the VIP entrance, minus his black suit jacket. Now he was donned in black slacks and a black t-shirt with dark shades, Shemar thought it was odd that the guard wore sunglasses at night -indoors. The big guy grabbed Shemar by the shoulders, then quick escorted him into the center of the room where they were observed by everyone. Shemar protested but was quickly slapped into submission. The bouncer then forced Shemar to his knees before him. He fished out his enormous hardon, and roughly presented it for Shemar's mouth to pay homage. Shemar looked at it in amazement. The thick fat black shaft was heavily marred with thick pulsating veins. The juicy round head demanded attention up close, and threatened to stretch any hole (mouth or anus) it entered. Shemar instantly fell in love with the dick, but he wasn't too crazy about it's owner. He looked up into the sunglasses of the huge bouncer, and openly defied giving it oral service.
"Suck it, bitch!" ordered the bouncer, looking down at the defiant celebrity. When Shemar didn't respond quick enough, the bouncer grabbed two handfuls of Shemar's pretty boy face, and squeezed until the star felt as if his head would implode. As he opened his mouth to scream, the bouncer then shoved his thick fat dick inside, shutting off Shemar's protested in one quick move.
Shemar felt humiliated, being fucked at the feet of an unknown blue collar bouncer, with all this celebrity dick floating around. He felt the cock head jam into his mouth, filling him up instantly. Strong hands tighten their grip on his head as his mouth was forced back and forth along the shaft. Shemar had no choice but to cooperate with the big bruiser, or risk serious injury to his movie star good looks. Giving in, he felt more of the fat python snaking it's way further into his mouth. He tried sliding his lips up and down the shaft, but found it more useful to just hold his mouth open as the bouncer fucked it anyway he wanted regardless of Shemar's efforts.
The bouncer fucked the handsome half breed with long, hard, fast strokes. He wanted the soap star to know who he had been fucking with when he tried to belittle him outside the VIP. The bouncer knew exactly who Shemar was the instant he entered the building. He'd seen the soulless brotha masquerading around town and tv, pretending he knew what it was like to be black in america, when really all he knew was half the story. He never had to beg for hand outs, or wear hand-me-downs from neighbor's children, or wonder where his next meal was coming from. He had a good life with his black father and his white mother. He had special attention, and went to ivory schools. He didn't have to fight his way through life, through his war torn drug infested neighborhood, and his dysfunctional family. Yea, the bouncer knew exactly who Shemar was when he came into the club thinking he was "mister B.I.G.". And he couldn't wait until he got him right where he wanted him, so he could take him down a couple of pegs for a reality check.
Shemar felt the bouncer's cock hitting into the back of his mouth, jamming into the start of his throat. Before he was relaxed and ready for the fat cock, the head rammed straight through, -punching his throat ring and causing him to grunt painfully. The bouncer felt the tightness surrounding his dick, and pressed further. Shemar choked, his natural reflex was trying to expel the ramrod prick as it forced its way into him. He felt the need to vomit quickly approach, but the bouncer wouldn't loosen his grip. His cock continued to burrow it's way into his convulsing throat until the round bloated clean shaven balls slapped into Shemar's trembling chin. With his air supply complete cut off, Shemar began to panic. The hands holding his head held his face planted tightly to the crotch, the hard throbbing cock was completely embedded in his ballooned throat. His mind began to whirl as his brain started to hallucinate from lack of oxygen. He thought he'd die right there on the floor of a sex club from asphyxiation, his death picture posted on the covers of every new paper and tabloid across the nation, his mouth stretched open wide with the caption heading exposing his DL life. Just when he thought he would pass out, the cock was quickly removed, giving him freedom once again. He fell forward on the floor as he was able to gulp down some much needed air. His eyes tear, his throat was sore from the forced penetration. He looked up when he heard laughter coming from his tormentor. The bouncer hovered above him, smiling down at him as he watched Shemar nearly kissing the ground with relief. Shemar couldn't see up pass the thick throbbing dick obstructing the view of his tormentor's face. The cock was still wet with a thick coating of his spit, pulsing like a heat seeking missile looking for a target to explode in.
Without being told, Shemar climbed back onto his knees before him. The bouncer looked down at him, his cruel gaze hidden mysteriously behind his cool shades. Shemar opened his mouth preposterously wide, then took the monster meat back inside. This time the bouncer allowed him to work it at his own pace, sliding his wet hungry lips up and down the swollen shaft as he sucked and labored like a child of love. The bouncer watched with amusement as Shemar whored himself on his dick, taking it deeper and deeper into the back of his mouth until he was eventually deep throating it on his own. The bouncer stood there, enjoying the sensation as his dick was totally taken to the root. Shemar's eyes bulged like Kermit the Frog's as his widely parted lips kissed at the fat root of the bouncer's manhood. His lips gripped at the bouncer's silver cock ring just at the base of his wood. Spittle escaped the corners of Shemar's mouth, bathing his chin and bare chest as it drooled down in heavy gobs.
"Thought you were hot shit when you came in here thinking you were someone special, didn't you?" hissed the bouncer, grabbing the back of Shemar's head as he began to fuck into the celeb's throat. "Take that dick NOW, -you punk ass pussy!" he shouted, fucking deep into the hot throat. Shemar new better then to resist. He felt the bouncer's power, and knew he was a force to be reckoned with. Shemar realized in order for him to get through this in one piece, he had to give in and give the burly brute what he wanted.
The bouncer used his face as a fuck hole, power fucking his way in and out with long strong brutal thrusts, giving Shemar very little room to do any thing else but kneel and accept it. Shemar took the dick over and over. He tried frantically to keep his teeth covered, licking at the underside on each withdrew. He'd always loved getting his face fucked. As a kid, he'd spend hours and hours on his knees in the playground near his house, getting his face fucked by all the older white boys in his neighborhood. He never felt totally accepted by his caucasian brethren, until they finally found a use for him as the neighborhood cumdump. It wasn't until Shemar started to venture outside his posh neighborhood to discover the blacker side of his roots, did he finally get his first taste at black cock. He went wild when he saw that the rumors of black endowment were true, and the bruthas enjoyed face fucking the half white and confused boy with their big dicks. When guys realized he could take a dick all the way down to their balls and beyond, they usually took to fucking his face like a cunt, until they splattered thick hot semen straight into his stomach. Of course, none of them were as fat as the dick currently ravishing him now. Shemar found it hard just keeping his jaws open wide enough without scratching the chocolate flesh with his teeth.
"Fuck yeh, man...I'm fucking this pretty pussy mouth of yours NOW, ain't I? What'cha got to say now, bitch? Can't talk with all this fat black dick shoved down yur throat, now can you? I'm gonna fill yur faggot face with cum! When I shoot bitch, you'd better take it down! Every last ounce fuckin drop! Understand?" warned the bouncer. Shemar nodded "yes" as he kept his mouth open, his throat ballooning outwardly apon each thrust as the bouncer fucked him hard and deep. He felt the grip on his head tighten, the cock in his mouth thickened as his throat was fucked raw. Shemar knew he would have bruised vocal cords come the next day, and wondered how he would ever be able to say his lines at work with no voice. Just then, he felt the first wave of hot semen splatter against the back of his throat.
"YEH BITCH! TAKE THAT FUCKIN LOAD YOU FUCKIN HALF-BREED!!" yelled the bouncer, drenching Shemar's throat with one powerful burst of fluid after another. Shemar's reflexes caused him to gag on the first gob. He nearly choked to death when it unexpectedly plastered against his sore throat opening before dripping down through his esophagus. But before he could recover and accept the hot meal, the bouncer quickly shoved the entire length of his massive pulsating rod deep into him, causing the rest of his thick juice to pour easily straight into the star's stomach.
"That's how you take cum, motherfucker!" shouted the bouncer, draining his dick in Shemar's throat as he ground his hairless pelvis into the handsome man's pretty upturned face. Shemar felt a mass of burning sperm shooting directly down his throat. 10 thick rich spurts of ropey dick filled his belly like a small lake. The huge cock pulsed and pumped in his throat, spitting out cum until it slowly lessened to a thick trickle. Once he was done with the face fucking, the bouncer removed his hardon, then forced Shemar's head over to the host's exposed dick. The slim host slammed his long skinny hooded dick ball deep into Shemar's slacked jaw, and started fucking him immediately. Shemar groaned as he took the smaller man's average sized penis between his lips without a fight. He barely had time to recover from the first blowjob, and here he was being forced to give another. His own stiff standing dick throbbed sorely as he surrendered to the concept of defeat, and quickly accepted the meat.