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Strange Bedfellows Indeed Part 2 As Hillary Clinton rushed through her day, from staff meetings, to photo-ops with world leaders, and three separate meetings with her senatorial planning committee in the White House, 200 miles away, in a luxurious 14th floor apartment in Upper Manhattan, Latrell Sprewell was taking a more leisurely approach to the day. For the third time since he had brought her home earlier that morning, Latrell was between the outstretched legs of the most beautiful blonde woman he had ever seen. Ramming his cock into her velvet pink sheath for all its was worth, the young woman continually begged for more as her head arched backwards and her back rose high off the king-sized mattress she was writhing on below. “UUUHHH.... OHHHHHHHGODDDDD...GIVE IT TO ME!! I CAN’TTT..GET...ENOUGHHHH..” the woman with supermodel looks screamed over and over to Latrell as he continued meeting her primal demands. As Latrell was looking down at the gorgeous piece of ass he had brought home and fucked all night, he had to laugh at his luck, skill or plain good fortune since his move to New York a year earlier. 12 months before, he had been a pariah. Banished from Golden State for choking his coach, Latrell had landed in New York to tabloid headlines expressing outrage that such a despicable human being could ever wear a Knick uniform. All the bad publicity had hurt Latrell deeply, but the simple response of keeping his mouth shut and playing hard had seemed to slowly win the fans over to his style of play and as time went by the incident in Golden State slowly was forgotten. Then stardom hit! As the playoffs progressed and Latrell played a key role in guiding the Knicks to the NBA finals with an endless series of spectacular plays, he had suddenly grown into a full-blown celebrity in the big apple. And this, the first summer as the toast of the town, he had undoubtable cashed in on his image with the ladies. As Latrell spread the inner thighs of the blonde model with his strong hands, he grinded his cock to the hilt of the quivering young girl. Looking down pleasingly at the woman, Latrell harkened back to several of the other more prominent sexcapades of the past few months. There had been that unforgettable trip to Hawaii to film a series of commercials, where he had run into thousands upon thousands of beautiful women, most notably, Kiana Tom from Kiana’s Flex Appeal on ESPN 2’s morning fitness series. Walking the beach together after finishing the filming, Kiana and Latrell had struck up a conversation as the powerful surf pounded the golden sand at their feet. The further they got from the crowded beachside party, the more intimate the conversation had gotten between the two. They shared their “love/hate” relationship with being known now as international sex symbols, the curse of constantly being hounded by the media and often feeling like privacy was nonexistent. As they talked however, with the outline on one side being the glorious smoldering glow of a volcanic peak, and on the other, the relentless rush of the Pacific in all its glory, Latrell and Kiana looked at each other knowingly, realizing that for once they both had all the privacy they could want. It was too powerful of a moment for Latrell to resist. He bent down towards Kiana and kissed the beautiful Hawaiian fitness model tenderly on the lips. Slightly shocked at first, Kiana quickly fell under Latrell’s spell and wrapped her golden tanned arms around him in the warm Hawaiian darkness, feeling the cool spray of the water coating their bodies. Both Latrell and Kiana shared a mutual attraction to each other’s magnificently sculpted bodies, and they explored each other hungrily with their hands, as they shared a deep passionate oceanside kiss. Kiana lowered her hands onto Latrell’s rippling chest, groping his soup can sized abs in her soft palms before boldly snaking her fingers into the elastic band of Latrell’s shorts. Kiana’s hand was immediately met by his upraised manhood. Closing her hand snuglyly around it, circling it tentively between her golden brown fingers, Kiana jacked Latrell off slowly as they continued to kiss. Latrell brushed Kiana’s long brown hair in his right hand, while his left found the rear of Kiana’s bikini wrap where he proceeded to squeeze her firm ass lovingly in his massive palm. He then reached his other hand down Kiana’s frame until both arms were behind Kiana’s legs. Latrell then had little problem lifting her up into the air as he locked his arms behind her warm bare thighs. Kiana felt herself rise against Latrell’s sinewy 6’6” frame as her muscular legs dangled freely below. Latrell buried his face into Kiana’s chest, nibbling hungrily at her firm round breasts before Kiana took the hint and eased both of her legs over Latrell’s waist and locked her heels securely into his sturdy back. As he looked down at this sex crazed beauty queen wrapped tightly around his waist, Latrell wasted no time in guiding his fully erect cock deep into the shaven rim of Kiana Tom’s sopping wet pussy. Once Latrell had firmly embedded himself into her, Kiana grasped her legs even tighter around his waist as she let herself fall, hanging upside down with Latrell’s cock seesawing into her eager cunt. Latrell firmly held her waist as he twisted and turned his hips, thrusting into Kiana from such a lurid awkward angle. Kiana was in disbelief as she hung there, skewered on Latrell’s cock while at the same time looking out into the onrushing surf , dangling upside down like a rag doll. Hanging there for several moments soaking in the erotic rush, finally Kiana felt the earth begin to move under her as she hung there impaled on Latrell’s thick cock. As Kiana dangled there helplessly attached to him, he suddenly felt her tense up against his burrowing member, her ass cheeks gyrating like a dervish, meeting each thrust he threw at her violently as the sound of flesh colliding mingled heavily with the pounding of the surf. The sight of the beautiful young woman beginning to spasm harshly on his cock as she hung below him sent Latrell over the edge as well. As Latrell pulled his cock free from Kiana’s spasming pink twat, he spewed his love juice all the way down Kiana’s shaven snatch and firm stomach until it dribbled like a slow moving white river into pools below Kiana’s perfectly shaped, surgically enhanced breasts below. Then came the chance to live out one of his longest and greatest fantasies. One in which he never believed would ever come true. As a small child, Latrell had always snuck into his Father’s room and looked at his Dad’s Playboy and Penthouse collections. Mixed in with those gems were also pictures of various other women including a irresistible series of Pam Greer nudes, that his Father had stashed underneath the bed. Sometimes those crushes of your youth never leave you and even to this day when one of Pam’s old “Blacksploitation” flicks would be on cable, Latrell would throw the remote control down to the table and watch like he was 13 all over again. So Latrell was as surprised as anyone during a 4th of July party at the Ritz Carlton In New York when he was standing at the bar talking hoops with several rich fans, when two long smooth black arms encircled his and a warm breath on the ear whispered, “Hi Mr. Sprewell!” Turning to see the lovely black face behind him, Latrell almost spit out his mouthful of liquor from the shock of seeing Pam Greer wearing a lovely white cocktail dress, standing behind him with a smile etched across her entire pretty face. As booze dribbled down his chin, Latrell quickly tried to gather himself. Pam and Latrell danced a few times before casually strolling to the privacy of the hotel gazebo. There, Pam made no bones about the fact that she had watched Latrell all year from her 5th row seats at the Knick games, and when she realized that he was at the party, she wanted nothing more than to get him alone for a few minutes. Hearing all this had made Latrell’s head spin. He thought momentarily about admitting how often his adolescent and sometimes adult fantasies had centered on the goddess now in front of him, but luckily other parts of his body were more ready to talk than his mouth. Latrell simply turned Pam around so that she was facing the lush greenery of the gazebo, took two handfuls of Pam Greer’s spectacularly luscious ass though her tight white dress and slapped it playfully as she grinded back against her hot young stud. Briefly looking around to see if anyone was near, Latrell quickly lifted up the bottom of Pam’s expensive white dress and slid her white lace panties off to the side allowing him to view her steaming hair rimmed cunt. After dipping his face down and planting a deep soul kiss directly on the exposed pink lips of Pam Gree’s pussy, Latrell pulled back and eased the zipper of his tuxedo trousers down and pulled his thick black fuck pole free, aiming it directly at the waiting quim of the starlet bent over in expectation of what he was about to feed her. As his thick cock pressed inch by inch into Pam’s bent over pussy, Latrell kept telling himself over and over that his father would never believe him if he told him who he fucked at the party. After getting half his cock buried in Pam’s soupy snatch, he waited for a second then jammed the rest of his meaty girth brutally against Pam Greer’s deepest reaches. Now pounding Pam with a forcefully efficient rhythm, he lowered his tall frame onto hers, reached around her body and opened his strong hands fully around Pam’s huge black breasts through the sheer tight fabric of her cocktail dress. Oh how many times he had fantasized about doing that to Pam in her pictures, and here he was in real life squeezing the hell out of her tits while he had his own massive cock buried deep within her creaming pussy. Latrell however didn’t fuck her like a shy adolescent, rather he fucked her with every ounce of energy that he had. Pam had to desperatly grab the shubbery in front of her to hold on for dear life as Latrell slammed his immense manhood continually against her most sensitive regions until she couldn’t take it anymore and began cumming on the young man’s insistant eager tool. “III’MMMM..CUMMMINGGGGGG” Pam cried softly, biting her lip and trying not to attract the attention of anyone else in the hotel. Latrell couldn’t resist blowing his load as well, taking Pam’s firm round ass in his hand like he was palming a basketball and pulling it to him , holding it tight as he filled Pam Greer full of his potent white seed. After kissing Pam softly on the knape of her neck and pulling himself off of her, they both straightened up and returned back to the party continuing to mingle for the rest of the night, secure in the feeling that they both had just lived out a long time fantasy. Thinking about all that, as well as the litany of other beautiful woman he had had the chance to bed over the past few months who weren’t famous but should be, all flowed through Latrell’s head as Rebecca Romijn Stamos continued to slam her pussy back at him like a shebitch in heat, talking filthy to him as he gladly returned each one of her thrusts with all that he had. The evening’s proceedings had all started at the All Star Cafe earlier that night when Latrell was hanging out with a few of his friends, scoping out the ladies when his gaze fell on the most beautiful blonde he had ever seen. She happened to be surrounded by several other mildly attractive women in a classic girls’ night out setup. As Latrell kept on eye fixed on the blonde he could tell that she was clearly becoming drunker and drunker as the night wore on, a result of the men around the bar continuously bought her drink after drink. When she left with one of her girlfriends to use the restroom, Latrell casually made his way over to them in an attempt to purposefully bump into her when she returned. The planned worked. As the sloshed blonde and her short brunette friend returned from the ladies room, Latrell backed into them just enough to accidentally get their attention. “Ooopss, I’m really sorry ladies, I need to look where I’m going” he said apologetically. Hoping for a smile, he got one from the blonde, plus a bit more. “I know who you are!” she said slowly over the din of the music in the bar. “Your Latrell Sprewell aren’t you, ain’t he Mindy!” She giggled to her friend beside her. Latrell nodded waiting for the young lady to say something else, rather she simply looked him square in the eyes almost hypnotically as if saying, “Take me!” The short brunette accompanying the beautiful blonde tried pushing her back to their seats and Latrell began to turn himself around to retreat to his friends as well. No sooner had he turned around however, than a heavy jolt hit his back causing him to fall forward. The young blonde had literally thrown herself on his back after he had turned around and was whispering into his ear for Latrell to take her back to his place and to fuck her brains out. Latrell gave one last look back to the women who were accompanying Rebecca as if to say she’s coming with me, and before they knew it , Latrell had loaded Rebecca’s statuesque frame into the front seat of his Jag. As Latrell eased into the driver’s seat he gleamed over at the drunk young model with an opened Corona buried deeply between her long white legs. Latrell started the car and wheeled it quickly out into the street making a beeline for his apartment. As he drove he looked over at the beuatiful blonde and her mane of long curly blonde hair and nudged his cock through his pants as he traced the length of her bare creamy white long lithe legs beside him with his eyes . “I know who you are “ she said flirtatiously. “Do.. you.. know.. who ..I am?” she said drunkenly ,almost as if it was a sing along. Needless to say, Latrell had not believed her when she told him that she was the Rebecca Romijn Stamos from the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit cover, although the sizable rock on her left ring finger showed she was from a good deal of wealth. Although he didn’t believe this was the same young lady on the cover of the SI swimsuit issue that sat on his coffee table at home, he couldn’t deny how exquisitely hot her long crossed legs looked on the passenger seat of his car decked out in a blue sequenced dress and strapped heels. He couldn’t get her back to his place fast enough. Once back to his place, Rebecca retreated to the bathroom to freshen up while Latrell sat himself down on his sofa in expectation of what was about to come. Sipping a freshly opened beer, he cautiously picked up his SI swimsuit magazine that had arrived back in March and studied it closely in his hand. The pouty blonde with a skimpy metallic bikini on the cover looked strikingly like the woman hold up in his bathroom, but he couldn’t say for sure. Out of the corner of his eye, Latrell noticed something else, the young woman’s small purse sitting half opened on the table as well. Against his better judgment, he opened it slightly to her billfold to see her driver’s license photo. Sure enough, Latrell looked at it like he had seen a ghost. Rebecca Romijn Stamos, New York City. Beside the DMV pic was several pics of her husband and other friends. Hearing the door to the bathroom begin to open, Latrell quickly pilled her stuff back into her purse, before she walked out, safe in the knowledge that he was preparing to fuck one of the most desirable woman on the face of the Earth, who happened to be married, but you simply don’t turn down opportunities like this, Latrell reasoned. He steadied himself on the sofa as Rebecca emerged from the bathroom. Latrell’s brown eyes became as big as saucers when he saw Rebecca walk out of the darkness of the bathroom and into the purple mood lights of his living room. Her lily-white body was flawless and she was clad only in a skimpy matching white bra and panty set. Latrell could clearly see a growing wet trail on the insides of her panties and as Rebecca walked closer, he could easily smell her sexual arousal in the air. Eight hours later, as the sun shown throw the windows of his bedroom. Latrell had lost count as to how many times he had fucked the horny young bitch. But as her long white legs were once again widely splayed out before him, he was again kneeling like a rock between her legs giving her exactly what she was begging him for. He could not get used to such wicked words and actions coming from the body of such an innocent looking beautiful woman. As Latrell looked over to the side, the shimmer of her weeding ring shined in the early morning sunlight as it laid motionless on the floor beside the bed. Somehow it must have gotten tossed off during the course of the night and Rebecca didn’t seem that worried about putting it back on. Lifting her legs once again in his hands, Latrell pulled them tight together by her ankles, forcing Rebecca’s vagina to squeeze tightly around his black dick only to spread them far apart once again and ramming his full length against the already ravaged depths of her dripping sex. “OOHHHH.. FUCCCKKKKKIINNGGG..SHITTT! RAM THAT BIG BLACK DICK INTO MY PUSSSYYYYY... I’MM CUMMMINNNGGG.. AGAINNNN, DAMN IT I JUST CAN’T STOPPPPP..AHHH..AHHH..AHHH” Rebecca screamed at the top of her lungs asher back lurched off the bed. Latrell snaked his black staff against her clit watching her thrash deliriously underneath him. Pulling his sore cock free with a loud plop, Latrell lifted himself off of Rebecca as she rolled over to take a much needed breather. Walking into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of orange juice, the computer on his desk caught his attention. He knew he hadn’t checked his e-mail in days, so he switched it on to catch up on the last few days mail as Rebecca drifted off to sleep on the bed beside him. The first e-mail Latrell opened was from his agent; Latrell, got an interesting request from the White House today! You’ll never believe who wants your help next week here in town, get back to me when you can. I have to let the first lady know something by Friday... End part 2- Part 3 coming soon, thanks for reading!