A Heated Celebrity Cruise

From the author

Previously, these three chapters were published under user name vicvitale as individual stories.

This was a big mistake as it ruined the continuity of the overall story.

So, to help remedy our grave error, we now present this erotic tale of celebrity fucking as one continuing story with three separate celebrities, all by original author under his own user name.

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While on a celebrity cruise sponsored by the television network, a camera man not only rubs elbows with some of the biggest stars on television, he also gets to rub the hot pussies of three of the network's most famous female celebrities.

Would you believe Meredith Veiera, Christina Ferrare, and Katie Couric? Here's Jack's story:

Balling Meredith, Christina and Katie

Not too long ago, the television network I work for as a camera man, sponsored a week long, all expenses paid cruise for all it's New York employees and their spouses.

For seven days and nights, I not only got to socialize with all the network big-wigs, I also got to have a drink or two with some of the biggest stars on television, and I'm not talking Pat Sajak, Alex Trebek and Tom Bergeron. I'm talking females only, hot older babes like Christina Ferrare, Meredith Veiera and Katie Couric. All three of these hot babes were more than happy to spend some very happy times with this thirty-year old camera man.

And when I say happy times, I'm not just talking about drinks served during happy hour. I'm talking about making our own happy hour once the bars closed. The first time it happened, it was just past one in the morning with the first day of our celebrity cruise coming to a close. I was holding out for as long as I could.

One more drink, I told myself as I sat by myself at the bar. Luckily, I wasn't the only one not wanting this happy day to end. A lovely woman known to many television viewers, felt exactly the same as me.

"Hi Jack! Want some company?" I heard a female voice and my head turned quickly, That's when I saw the smiling face of Meredith Veiera, the older, but still quite beautiful television hostess. "I couldn't sleep either," she said while sitting down, telling me her husband was fast asleep inside their cabin.

So, with her spouse in a deep state of slumber, and a eager camera guy still looking to party, it was a perfect chance for a horny single guy to test the celebrity waters, so to speak. Would she or wouldn't she was the question I mulled in my head as I ordered the older lady a drink, then watched as Ms. Veiera sat down on the stool right next to me. As she did, her short skirt slid back to her ass, in the process, showing off her nice bare thighs.

"So, tell me, Jack? Is it true that you're single?" she asked with a very sly grin while I grinned with lust at the sweet thigh flesh she was showing off so willingly. It amazed me how nice her legs were for a woman her age, which I already knew was around sixty.

When I told her she was right, her sly smile became even broader before she took a few sips from her brandy snifter. Right after, she polished it off in one big gulp.

"How nice!" she said while sliding off the bar stool. "C'mon, Jack! Let's go for a walk!" she said and I happily agreed, still not suspecting the celebrated Meredith Veiera wanted much more than a moonlight stroll with a younger guy still wondering about the celebrity waters. I'd find out soon enough that the married lady wanted much more than I ever hoped for. The fact is, Ms. Veiera wanted to fuck, but her man for fucking was fast asleep. The tired husband would be fucking no one that night. I would.

I'd be fucking his celebrated wife.

"Want to sit on one of those lounges?" she asked just five minutes into our walk.

"We can," I answered, still not realizing what she wanted. It never occurred to me that a supposedly happily married woman, and a celebrity of her stature, would be brazen enough to want a sexual tryst with her husband so close.

As soon as we sat down, I got my first real clue when her bare leg touched my hairy leg and she left it there. Right after, her arm came around my waist and her head came to rest on my shoulder. When I asked what she was doing, Meredith told me, but not by speaking.

Moist parted lips and a meaty tongue can speak volumes to a guy especially slow in picking up things. It says that a woman's very eager to pursue a heated tryst. In Meredith's case, the sixty-year old married babe was considerably eager for such an affair with the single thirty-year old guy.

Right after her very heated kiss, the married lady moved quickly. In one swift move, Meredith fell onto her back, tugged her short skirt back and spread open her long shapely legs. That's when I saw she wore no panties. That's when I wanted to say: Hey, Meredith! You're another man's wife! You shouldn't be doing this with me! But, the sad truth is, I didn't say any of that I just looked down at the woman's furry bush and thought of nothing but the delicious cunt right before my eyes.

If the wife of another man, and a celebrity of renown, wanted to show me her beautiful horny cunt, who was I to stop her? Besides, I was just as drunk and just as horny as she. No, I didn't think of her spouse or stature in a time of lust. I thought of me, a man without scruples who wouldn't think twice about fucking Meredith Veiera, the highly acclaimed star of network television, and a lovely lady known to mullions of viewers.

So, in a swift move of my own, my face moved to the coziness of Meredith's smooth meaty thighs and my mouth pressed to an area normally reserved for one man alone.

Almost instantly, my tongue darted out and it started licking the wet juicy folds of the married star's pussy. Her reaction was one I never expected. She became wild. Her long beautiful legs wrapped tightly around me and her sweet soft ass lifted up off the lounge with her cunt rubbing my mouth.

"Eat me! Oh, God! Eat me!" she yelled with her head thrashing from side to side and her body moving up and down. What else could I do but give the cheating married cunt exactly what she wanted. I licked and sucked on Meredith Veiera 's cunt until I felt her soft delicious ass tremble inside my hands, tasted her delicious pussy juice on my tongue. She had cum.

It was over. No, it wasn't.

Meredith loved me eating her. But like all women, a pussy lick is never enough for one so hot. Meredith wanted it all with me. Her legs loosened and I knelt up between them. Looking down, I could see her gasping for breath. I could also see her arm lifting off the lounge with her hand reaching for what bulged between my legs. The next thing I knew, the cheating wife was rubbing my dick as she hastily tugged at my fly. For some reason, this bothered me and I had second thoughts.

"You'd better go back to your cabin," I told her, but Meredith had no intention of returning to her husband's bed. She opened my zipper and reached inside. Suddenly, my cock was out and she was up off her back. What happened next was beyond any man's comprehension. The woman gripped my ass with one hand while her other hand grasped my hard dick.

"Go?" she asked while staring at me. "Oh no, Jack! I don't think I'm going anywhere! I want a cock, and I want yours!"

Before I could stop the insistent woman, her mouth came around my dick and she started sucking on it just like many married women have sucked on my cock.

And on this night, my reaction was exactly the same as it was with those other cheating babes. If a woman wants to blow me, another guy's wife or not, celebrity or not, I let the hot horny bitch blow me no matter who she is or where we are.

Under the moonlight, and out of view from anyone, Meredith Veiera's lips and tongue performed incredible magic on my cock. She licked its hard head while her head bobbed up and down and her wet lips glided nicely along the long stiff shaft. The woman's blowjob was so good; I could have easily cum inside her sucking mouth.

The truth is, Meredith wouldn't have stopped me from depositing my juicy hot load into her mouth. I knew that because she told me so.

"Uhmmm, uhmmm! I just love your big beautiful cock, young Jack! Uhmmmm. You can cum if you want! I just love cum inside my mouth, and I'd especially like yours! Uhmmmm! I would!"

I could have, but I didn't want to cum inside Meredith's mouth. Maybe I'd cum there another time, but certainly not then. Fucking this incredibly hot woman was certainly much more important than having her taste the juice she said she loved.

"Oh no, babe! I just gotta fuck you!"

"Then fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Still on the lounge, I grasped Meredith's long shapely legs behind her knees and spread them open all the way. With her eyes closed, she brought them back to her head as my cock nudged her wet cunt lips. At that point, I could feel her long slim legs coming around my back and tighten. I could feel my cock easing its way into her warm wet pussy.

As her legs tightened, she felt what she wanted to feel, my cock moving all the way inside a horny cunt very eager to be consumed. Happily, Meredith took it all with a loud gasp and a soft sigh. Her legs tightened and her arms came around me too. As we started to fuck, the two of us stared into each other's eyes, moving our bodies with our mouths and lips just inches apart. We had to speak.

"I . . . I love doing this!"

"Me . . . me too, baby! Me too!"

With Meredith's hot body moving rapidly beneath mine, cumming for me was swift and damn good. It was good for the eager Meredith too. So good, she insisted on doing something else before we called it a night and headed back to our cabins.

On the way there, Meredith decided she wasn't quite though for the evening. The horny wife wanted to fuck again, and she wanted it in the most dangerous of places, the corridor just outside her stateroom.

"You're kidding?"

Meredith didn't answer. She wrapped her arms around me, pressed her wet lips to mine and leaped into my arms. The next thing I knew, my cock somehow found its way into her pussy and we were actually fucking against the wall where her husband was sleeping soundly. God only knows how the man didn't wake up. We sure weren't very quiet, and we sure as shit didn't go unnoticed.

A steward came walking down the corridor and the poor guy got the shock of his life. Shock, however, soon turned to joy for the guy who didn't see any reason to stop watching two tourists fucking in public. He didn't move and he didn't make a sound. He just stood there quietly enjoying the sight of the very horny woman cumming to orgasm after orgasm. Not that I blamed the guy. Watching Meredith Veiera fuck was almost as good as actually fucking her. The guy enjoyed the show, and I enjoyed being an active part of it.

Meredith, however, wasn't nearly as thrilled as we were.

"What the fuck are you looking at, you Goddamn pervert?" she asked the guy when her legs closed and eyes opened.

"Sorry! Sorry!" the shaken guy said as he scooted off down the corridor.

The next morning at breakfast, that same guy, as well as many other guys, all kept staring at the woman sitting at a table filled with many other celebrities. I suspected by their sly grins, this one particular celebrity was the topic of conversation throughout the entire ship. Later, while I sat alone at the bar, a steward approached me.

"Excuse me, sir! I have a question if you don't mind."

"Sure! What is it?"

"That lady from last night? She is a big star and the wife of another?"

I grinned slyly, satisfying the man's curiosity.

He grinned. "You sir, are very lucky man."

Indeed I was. At least for one night I was. Sadly, Meredith Veiera and I never got together again. Apparently, one hot fuck was enough to stratify the older lady. Once she got what she wanted from me, the big star dumped me like a ton of bricks.

That's okay. Many fish filled the sea.

Singles Bar Pickup

Sadly, my sex with Meredith Veiera was only the one time and when it ended, the married Meredith left me as quickly as she found me. Happily though, my good fortune continued when I ran into someone whose show I'd taped many times, and whose face and body had gotten me stiff many times over.

At sixty-four, Christina Ferrare was four years older, but no less beautiful than the lady whose pussy I'd enjoyed a few nights earlier. Whether or not I'd have the same good fortune with the celebrated former super model I didn't know for sure when I entered the singles bar lounge to see if I could score with someone my own age.

It was just past ten when I was perusing the singles scene looking for some hot young pussy. So, with plenty of babes to choose from, I looked towards the bar and an older couple caught my eye.

She was looking around at all the single kids while he was yawning over his beer. What someone their age was doing at the ship's singles bar, I had no idea? They were obviously older than everyone else and they were obviously married. Despite her incredibly youthful good looks, they just didn't fit in.

At least, her husband didn't.

If the very attractive Christina Ferrare were there alone, she'd have no trouble getting hit on by all the younger guys looking to get laid with a beautiful older woman. In a tight silk blouse and a long skirt slit at the side, the sexy MILF was hot enough to pass for a younger babe even though she was already sixty-four-years old and the mother of four grown children.

After calling me over to say hello, Christina told me with her sweet and cutesy smile that she and her husband had come to the lounge because she wanted to see the singles bar everyone was talking about.

All he said was that he was very tired and wanted to go to sleep. His wife said she wasn't tired and that she wanted to dance even though her husband said he wanted to leave. Guess what? Her husband left the lounge and his young looking wife stayed to dance with the horny camera man on the prowl for hot pussy, young or otherwise.

After two fast dances, I bought a club soda for the attractive woman who said she didn't touch liquor. After a tight-hugging slow dance, she surprised me by asking for a glass of white wine. While drinking that first glass and then asking for another, we talked until another slow dance started. That's when sweet Christina took my hand and led me out onto the crowded dance floor. That's also when our relationship changed forever.

The slightly high Christina hugged me very close with both her arms around my shoulders and her warm body pressing tightly against mine.

"I really like this!" she whispered into my ear, her warm breath instantly intoxicating me into a lustful high.

"Me too, Christina!" I sighed, my erotic mind already working overtime.

"I feel so terribly young holding you like this," she said with her wet open mouth pressed to my face cheek. "It's making me feel so very, very horny? I hope you don't mind, Jack honey? It's been so long since I've felt This horny with any man."

Before I could respond to the former super model's provocative statement, Christina's wet mouth moved from my cheek to my lips, preventing me from saying anything. Then, as the other dancers all crowded up against us, Christina's wet lips parted and her long meaty tongue came surging into my mouth for a hot searing kiss.

Seeing it was another guy's wife I was holding, and seeing her husband wasn't all that far away, I had some serious reservations about dry-humping the famous television hostess in a public place with so many others all around us.

As it turned out, the horny Christina had no reservations at all about what we should do in a public place. It was She who did the ass grabbing and She who pressed her belly to my hard cock for some serious dry humping of her own. When the dance came to a sorrowful end, she stopped kissing me, but still held me close.

"I shouldn't be saying this to you, Jack honey, but I'm so very, very horny," she repeated with her belly moving from side to side against my big hard cock. "I really should go back to my husband now."

"Yeah, you should!" I played the nice guy.

The only thing was, Christina didn't want the nice guy. She had one of those sleeping inside her state room.

"But he's up there sleeping without a single solitary thought for me, his very, very horny wife."

Being a gentleman, I gave Christina every chance to go. "You should, Ms. Ferrare. You really should!" I said, but didn't want the hot piece going anywhere. So, to help show her that, my hand slipped inside the slit of her knee-length skirt where it touched the insides of her velvety smooth thighs, making the lady shiver in place.

"I . . . I know I should go!" she whispered seductively. "But I want sex right now, but how can I have sex with someone who's way too tired to fuck his hot, horny wife?"

As it turned out, what happened on the dance floor turned out to be mild compared to what happened inside my state room.

Inside the room, it was no longer the sweet goody-goody Christina Ferrare I knew from the past. It was now the hot Christina Ferrare, the incredible wild lady of the present and hopefully, well into my future.

"I need your cock badly!" she told me before pressing her mouth to mine and her belly to the cock she said she needed. "I need you to fuck me with it!" she said in between her short impetuous kisses. "Did you hear me, Jack honey? I said I want your cock!"

"You got it, baby!" I said all I could say at the moment. The next thing I knew, her tongue was hungrily grasping for my tongue and sucking it right back into her mouth. At the same time, she was unzipping my pants and reaching inside.

"Oh, yes, Jack! This is it, honey! I want it! I want it!" she said with my cock inside her hand, jerking on it wildly while resuming with her torrid mouth-sucking kisses.

While all of this was going on, I got my hands under her skirt and under Christina's panties, tugging them around her nice soft ass. Right after, my fingers went between her legs for a feel of the hostess' moist and juicy pussy.

Once there, I rubbed her clit and rubbed her cunt lips, exciting the blonde even more than before. Her lower body started moving wildly to my probing fingers, going back and forth like she was already fucking. While this hot movement was going on, her panties couldn't help but drop to the floor, giving me free access to hot Christina's very hot pussy.

As two of my fingers penetrated her cunt, twisting and turning deep inside her very hot body, the woman's mouth and hand went totally out of control too. She started chewing on my lips and tongue, while at the same time, her hand moved at a rapid pace, jerking me off so hard, I thought she'd break the damn thing off.

Happily, my dick didn't break in two like I feared. It was still hard and stable as it found its way into her wet pussy right after we toppled over onto the bed. Once there, Christina's long tanned legs spread wide with me on top of her hot sweaty body.

Then, as the mother of four and I continued to kiss passionately, my big hard dick slid easily between her mushy cunt lips and into her eager wet pussy. Right after that, her long legs and arms wrapped tightly around my body and we started doing what she wanted to do with her much older husband, but couldn't. The old man was sleeping instead of fucking his hot horny wife.

"Oh, yes!" she sighed while moving her lower body with mine. "Fuck me, sweet Jack! Fuck me!" Ms. Ferrare yelled into my ear. "Give me your cock and fuck me! I'm so horny! I need your cock so bad! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed and fucked, fucked and screamed, screamed and fucked.

What can I say? Her husband's a fool. The guy liked his beer and he liked to sleep. So what if his wife liked cock and she liked to fuck. Besides, I liked fucking his wife, and guess what? Married or not, co-worker or not, celebrity TV star or not,, I'd fuck the hot horny bitch anytime she wanted.