An epic night with Pamela Anderson…Fucking her wet pussy

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Pamela Anderson walked along the sidewalk that lead up towards the beach, she held a paper grocery bag in one hand and her hand bag in the other. Two guys approached her from behind. It was Randall and Brendan, they were dressed in black, with black masks on, the kind that bank robbers wear. The plan was for them to rob her and then when they see who she is, they decide to rape her. But before they can do anything, I come in as the knight in shining armour and save her, which finally allows me to meet her. Like I said, not the best of plans, but I was desperate to meet her.

Brendan snatched her hand bag out of her hand. “Let’s see how much money we have here!”

“Please! Just give me my hand bag back. You can take whatever money I have.” Brendan opened the hand bag.

“$200! Fucking sweet!” He said pocketing the money. “You know what? I think my girlfriend would like this hand bag a lot.”

“No! It was a gift from my mom.” She protested.

“Wait a second!” Randall said. “Aren’t you Pamela Anderson?”

“Yeah she is.” Brendan said, not looking up, still going through her handbag. “There’s no mistaking those tits!” He said grabbing one. Pamela Anderson slapped his hand away and he went back to looking in her hand bag.

“I get it all the time.” She said uncomfortably.

“Really!” Randall said. “You must get your pick of the hunkiest guys.”

“If that’s true.” Brendan said pulling something out of her handbag. “Why does your drivers licence say ‘Pamela Anderson?’ You lying to us?” Pamela Anderson looked down.

“You know what she should get for lying to us? A spanking!” Randall said. “Now pull up your skirt!” He said to her, changing his tone from joking to serious.

“I’m sorry.” Pamela Anderson replied getting scared. “I didn’t mean to. Let me make it up to you.”

“You can make it up to us alright.” Brendan nodded his head. “By giving us some pussy!.” I started to approach them and Pamela Anderson tried to run away from them but Randall grabbed her hair and she let out a scream, dropping her groceries. Which was the cue for our rehearsed ass kicking.

I pulled Randall off her hair and kicked him on the back of his legs which made him buckle and fall to his knees. Brendan pushed me back as they both ran off.

“Fucking cowards!” I yelled at them. “Can pick on an innocent woman, but when it comes to going up against a man, they’re wimps.” I turned around and looked at her. “You ok?”

“Yes. Thanks to you!” She said hugging me. I hugged her back, feeling her huge tits pressed against my chest. She broke the hug, squatted down and started to pick her groceries up off the floor. I squatted down and helped her, putting her stuff into the paper bag. It was mainly fruit and veg.

“A vegetarian?” I asked. She looked at me and smiled.

“Yeah. I don’t believe in killing animals.” She replied. I looked down and noticed her legs were spread apart. If it was daytime or if there was any light, I’d probably be able to see up her skirt. We both stood up and I noticed her hand bag on the floor. Brendan must’ve dropped it. I picked it up.

“I think this is yours.” I said handing it to her and she put her arm through and had the straps resting on her shoulder. “I’m Kash by the way.” I extended my hand.

“Pammy.” She smiled as she shook my hand.

“Here. Gimme that.” I said taking the grocery bag off her. “I’ll walk you to your place. You know, keep anyone else who tries to rob you away.”

“Thanks! I really appreciate that.” She said, holding me by my arm.

“So what are you doing out this late?” I asked.

“I felt bored and cooped up at home, so I decided to do some grocery shopping, get it out the way with so I can spend all day tomorrow working on my tan.”

“You sure you’re fine?” I asked again.

“Yeah, that’s my house over there.” She pointed at her beach house as we approached it. I walked her up to her door. “I don’t feel very safe. Those guys could come back. You think you could hang around for a bit, if you have nothing else to do.”

“Sure!” I replied as we entered her beach house.

“Shoes!” She said pointing at my shoes, as she stepped out of her flip flops and left them near the door way. “So where’s your husband and kids?” I asked.

“Who says I’m married?” She replied as we entered the kitchen.

“You’re Pamela Anderson. You’re married to Kid Rock and have two kids and a step daughter.” I set the bag down on the counter.

“The kids are at my mothers and Bobby’s at the studio, writing material for his new album. This right now, is some quality, alone time with Pammy.” She answered my question. “I take it your a fan?” She said taking the groceries out of the bag.

“Yup!”

“A fan of my acting or a fan of me?”

“I have everything you’ve done that’s available on DVD.” I replied.

“Because I have good performances or because I get my clothes off?”

“A bit of the first, a lot of the second.” I replied honestly.

“Honesty! I like that!” She smiled. She led me to the living room area and sat on the sofa, sitting on one leg. I took a seat beside her. “How old are you?”

“23.” I replied.

“16 years younger than me.” She commented. Doing the math, that made her 39. “So you were too young to see me on Playboy.”

“Maybe the first time you were on the cover, but you were a big deal at my high school, every guy fantasized about you including the teachers. I think everyone jerked off to you.”

“Did you?” She asked looking into my eyes. I got a little embarrassed, but then thought that talk of sex could lead to sex. Or maybe not, but I was hoping it would.

“You helped me into manhood.” I replied.

“Ahhh! I’m so glad I could help.” She said leaning forward giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I wasn’t sure if she was making a move or if she was overly friendly. “What about the video?”

“I didn’t see that until a couple of years ago. Me and my friends tried our best to find it when we were younger. Back then the internet wasn’t as big as it is now and we didn’t have a computer amongst us.”

“You jerk off to it when you finally saw it?”

“Not really. It was kind of disappointing. It had shaky camera work but it was home made and as far as home made goes, it was pretty descent. Not up there with proper made porn but definitely better than Paris Hilton’s.”

“Yeah, hers was shit.” Pammy commented. She sat there, it looked like she was thinking about something. “I’ve never really talked to a fan like this before. Usually I get obnoxious guys tell me I’m hot and that they loved my sex videos and when I’m doing the next and if they can be in it.” There was a moment of silence. “What do you think about when you jerk off to me?”

“What do I…? I… er… sex?” I felt like I was asking her a question instead of giving an answer. CLICK ON PAGE 2 BELOW TO CONTINUE READING