Bedtime Stories With Marion Raven

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, any similarity between this and any

real events are cooencidental. This story contains explicit sexual

material. If you are easilly offended or are underage or such material is

illegal in your area stop reading now, Otherwise enjoy.

Bedtime Stories with Marion Raven (Mf, cons, celeb, teen, phone)

by Gyarados

It was late one Saturday evening. I had spent most of the day in the

park rollerblading with some friends. I stretched out on the couch with an

Icepack on my shoulder and a beer in my hand to nurse a bad bruise I got

playing
a pickup game of roller hockey. I was in such a state for about an

hour when my phone wrung.

“Hello,” I said half expecting it to be the office telling me I had

another assignment. I was wrong, way wrong.

“Hullo Brian,” The voice on the other end of the line was unmistakably

female and very familiar.

“Hi Marion, What’s up?” It was Marion Raven of the Norwegian pop group

M2M. I had met her and Marit Larsen last year right after I got the job at

‘Star Review.’ In fact M2M had been my first interview and had been an

experience to remember.

“I was lonely, bored, and thought I’d call you.”

“Awe, that’s sweet. So where are you calling from.”

“I’m at home.” I almost spit the beer out of my mouth when she said

that. Home to her was in Norway and this call must be costing her a pretty

penny.

“Wow, I thought you were calling from the states. Maybe even NYC.”

Marion chuckled, “Disappointed, are you Brian?”

“Well yeah, maybe a little.”

“Nope, I’m all the way across the Atlantic. Wish I wasn’t though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, well I’m REALLY bored,” she said stressing the word “really.”

“Do tell.”

“Like I said I’m all alone out in the middle of nowhere. And I got

thinking of you, and what I’d do if I was in New York.”

“And what would that be,” I knew already of course but, I wanted to lead

her into telling me what was on her mind.

“I’d grab you and we’d fuck our brains out,” she said all to

matter-of-factually.

I smiled widely. The vivid Image of Marion’s buxom body riding me for

all she was worth. “Now I’m really wishing you were here,” I stressed the

word “really” as she had earlier.

“Maybe you would be better off here.”

“How so?”

“If you were here with me, you’d see my naked body.”

I gulped, yes, I would indeed like to see her again. “You’re Naked?” I

asked.

“Of course. How else do you think I’d sit around the house when I’m

alone and no one will be coming over today.”

“Jesus, Marion, you’re turning me on.”

“Good, I shouldn’t be the only one.”

I pictured Marion reclining in the kind of overstuffed couch that she

loved. Her brown hair cascading over the back of the couch. In my

imagination I could see her large C-cup breasts exposed to the world and

her nipples hard standing out prominently. Lower down her legs would be

spread slightly. Her bush was trimmed neatly into just a triangle above

her pussy. That succulent snatch. I was remembering how good she tasted

and my mouth started watering. Of course I was incredibly aroused by this

point. I unzipped my pants and pulled my nine inch member out into my

hand.

“Getting comfortable?” Marion must have heard me unzip.

“Trying to, I won’t be comfortable until my cock goes down.”

“If I was there I could try to calm it down in my mouth.”

“If you did you might get a gooey surprise.”

“My favorite kind,” Marion’s breathing was starting to get fast and

shallow.

“What are you doing right now Marion.” I asked her the very pointed

question.

“I’m thinking how good it would be to have your cock in my mouth, how

good it tastes when you cum in it. And I’m rubbing my clit wishing it was

you touching me.”

I started to stroke my rock hard cock. “You are a good cock-sucker

Marion. I can almost feel it all the way from Norway.”

“Oh God, Brian. I want your cock!” She was pleading.

“I want to ram it into your tight snatch Marion. I want to make you

scream.” I was pulling on my cock thinking about how good it would be to be

with her right now. How much better she would be in the flesh than this

was.

“I’d let you. I want to feel that massive cock of yours inside me.

Filling me as I’ve never been filled by another.” I heard the sound of her

vibrator switch on then the sound of it being muffled. It didn’t take much

to figure out Marion had found something to, at least temporarily, fill her

longing.”

“And I want to fuck your ass again.”

“Yes!” She shouted. “Brian, I’m cumming!”

I was close to my own climax and hearing her screaming out my name in

passion pushed me over the edge. My cum squirted out the end of my cock

splashing over my couch. “Me too Hun, me too.”

After a few seconds Marion regained the ability to speak. In a soft,

heathery voice she said, “Is it on your hands. If so I want a taste.”

“It’s all for you Marion, every last drop.”

“Salty goodness,” was all she could reply.

Silence hung in the air for another fleeting moment. “Brian, I need to

go.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. Marit and I are going to be in New York week

after next to do some publicity. Maybe then we can turn this fantasy into

something more real. I know I want it and I’m sure Marit does too.”

“Keep in touch Marion.”

“Always,” with that she hung up the phone.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, any similarity between this and any

real events are cooencidental. This story contains explicit sexual

material. If you are easilly offended or are underage or such material is

illegal in your area stop reading now, Otherwise enjoy.

Bedtime Stories with Marion Raven (Mf, cons, celeb, teen, phone)

by Gyarados

It was late one Saturday evening. I had spent most of the day in the

park rollerblading with some friends. I stretched out on the couch with an

Icepack on my shoulder and a beer in my hand to nurse a bad bruise I got

playing a pickup game of roller hockey. I was in such a state for about an

hour when my phone wrung.

“Hello,” I said half expecting it to be the office telling me I had

another assignment. I was wrong, way wrong.

“Hullo Brian,” The voice on the other end of the line was unmistakably

female and very familiar.

“Hi Marion, What’s up?” It was Marion Raven of the Norwegian pop group

M2M. I had met her and Marit Larsen last year right after I got the job at

‘Star Review.’ In fact M2M had been my first interview and had been an

experience to remember.

“I was lonely, bored, and thought I’d call you.”

“Awe, that’s sweet. So where are you calling from.”

“I’m at home.” I almost spit the beer out of my mouth when she said

that. Home to her was in Norway and this call must be costing her a pretty

penny.

“Wow, I thought you were calling from the states. Maybe even NYC.”

Marion chuckled, “Disappointed, are you Brian?”

“Well yeah, maybe a little.”

“Nope, I’m all the way across the Atlantic. Wish I wasn’t though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, well I’m REALLY bored,” she said stressing the word “really.”

“Do tell.”

“Like I said I’m all alone out in the middle of nowhere. And I got

thinking of you, and what I’d do if I was in New York.”

“And what would that be,” I knew already of course but, I wanted to lead

her into telling me what was on her mind.

“I’d grab you and we’d fuck our brains out,” she said all to

matter-of-factually.

I smiled widely. The vivid Image of Marion’s buxom body riding me for

all she was worth. “Now I’m really wishing you were here,” I stressed the

word “really” as she had earlier.

“Maybe you would be better off here.”

“How so?”

“If you were here with me, you’d see my naked body.”

I gulped, yes, I would indeed like to see her again. “You’re Naked?” I

asked.

“Of course. How else do you think I’d sit around the house when I’m

alone and no one will be coming over today.”

“Jesus, Marion, you’re turning me on.”

“Good, I shouldn’t be the only one.”

I pictured Marion reclining in the kind of overstuffed couch that she

loved. Her brown hair cascading over the back of the couch. In my

imagination I could see her large C-cup breasts exposed to the world and

her nipples hard standing out prominently. Lower down her legs would be

spread slightly. Her bush was trimmed neatly into just a triangle above

her pussy. That succulent snatch. I was remembering how good she tasted

and my mouth started watering. Of course I was incredibly aroused by this

point. I unzipped my pants and pulled my nine inch member out into my

hand.

“Getting comfortable?” Marion must have heard me unzip.

“Trying to, I won’t be comfortable until my cock goes down.”

“If I was there I could try to calm it down in my mouth.”

“If you did you might get a gooey surprise.”

“My favorite kind,” Marion’s breathing was starting to get fast and

shallow.

“What are you doing right now Marion.” I asked her the very pointed

question.

“I’m thinking how good it would be to have your cock in my mouth, how

good it tastes when you cum in it. And I’m rubbing my clit wishing it was

you touching me.”

I started to stroke my rock hard cock. “You are a good cock-sucker

Marion. I can almost feel it all the way from Norway.”

“Oh God, Brian. I want your cock!” She was pleading.

“I want to ram it into your tight snatch Marion. I want to make you

scream.” I was pulling on my cock thinking about how good it would be to be

with her right now. How much better she would be in the flesh than this

was.

“I’d let you. I want to feel that massive cock of yours inside me.

Filling me as I’ve never been filled by another.” I heard the sound of her

vibrator switch on then the sound of it being muffled. It didn’t take much

to figure out Marion had found something to, at least temporarily, fill her

longing.”

“And I want to fuck your ass again.”

“Yes!” She shouted. “Brian, I’m cumming!”

I was close to my own climax and hearing her screaming out my name in

passion pushed me over the edge. My cum squirted out the end of my cock

splashing over my couch. “Me too Hun, me too.”

After a few seconds Marion regained the ability to speak. In a soft,

heathery voice she said, “Is it on your hands. If so I want a taste.”

“It’s all for you Marion, every last drop.”

“Salty goodness,” was all she could reply.

Silence hung in the air for another fleeting moment. “Brian, I need to

go.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. Marit and I are going to be in New York week

after next to do some publicity. Maybe then we can turn this fantasy into

something more real. I know I want it and I’m sure Marit does too.”

“Keep in touch Marion.”

“Always,” with that she hung up the phone.

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