AMAZING
~ Version 1 ~
The Interscope Christmas Party is in full swing at a private mansion, rented for the occasion.
Eminem is sitting at the bar have shots of Bacardi, being totally bored, and cussing himself for letting Dre and Proof talk him into coming, when a very beautiful slender woman in a tight fitting royal blue sequin formal gown, sits down beside him, and orders a glass of champagne.
Eminem and the woman friendly glance at each other, then Eminem goes back to staring at his shot glass, but can’t help but notice, when she leans over the bar and takes several cherries out of the garnish tray.
The bartender notices also, and brings her a bowl of cherries, with her champagne, and she politely thanks him, and then starts dipping each stemmed cherry into her glass of champagne, before eating it.
“I thought it was strawberries.” Eminem states after several minutes of watching her.
“I like being different.” The woman says, while dangling another cherry in front of her mouth, then seductively lapping it up into her mouth with her tongue.
“Ooo.” Eminem says, as he watches her, then quickly waves at the bartender to bring him another shot of Bacardi, not believing that a strange woman sitting beside him could turn him on so much, by just eating cherries.
“You should try it?” The woman says, catching Eminem in his own thoughts, of how beautiful she is.
“Excuse Me?” Eminem asks, as she slightly nudges him out of his thoughts.
“You should try cherries instead of strawberries in your champagne.” The woman says, as the bartender sits Eminem’s shot in front of him.
“Not drinking champagne.” Eminem states with a friendly smile, as he lifts his shot and downs it, as the woman waves at the bartender, and holds up two fingers, as Eminem silently thanks God for no wedding rings on her fingers.
“Well, You Are Now.” The woman states with a wicked smile, as Eminem gives a sure why not jester, as he smiles at her.
The woman seductively runs a cherry slowly over her lips before placing it in her mouth, as Eminem intensely watches, and at that very moment wishes he were a cherry.
The bartender places two glasses of champagne in front of the woman, as Eminem motions to him two more, and she laughs.
“If it’s as good as you say it is, then we’re going to need more.” Eminem simple states with a smile, as she places a cherry in one of the glasses, and slowly moves it in front of him.
“It’s important take a sip of the champagne first, then dip your cherry.” The woman explains, as she takes a sip of her champagne then dips a stemmed cherry, and seductively licks it, and then places it in her mouth.
“Do I fish this out first or what?” Eminem totally lost, asks as he holds the tall champagne glass up in front of him, and looks at the cherry at the bottom of the glass, then glances over at her.
“No.” The woman seductively says as she pulls the stemmed cherry from her mouth, and holds it out between her thumb and pointing finger, with the stem tied, then playfully dips it in his champagne, and then places it up to his mouth.
Eminem cock jumps to full attention as his mind explodes in amazement that she tied the cherry stem in her mouth, as he opens his mouth, and she slowly places the cherry in, and then caresses her long fingernail once over his bottom lip.
“I take it by your expression you’ve never seen that before.” The woman seductively laughs, as her hand comes to rest on his thigh, as he desperately tries to focus, and not throw her up on the bar at that very moment and fuck her.
“No.” Eminem struggles to say, as he tries not to swallow the stem.
“So what ya think?” The woman asks as she takes a sip of her champagne as he takes the takes the cherry stem from his mouth and then takes a drink of his champagne still holding onto the cherry stem.
“Good.” Eminem struggles to say, as she lazily runs her hand up and down his thigh, as she is picking up another cherry from the bowl and places in her mouth after dipping it into his champagne.
Their eyes never losing their connection.
“YO!” Dre states loudly with an obvious slur, as he flings his arm over Eminem’s shoulder causing him to jump and turn his attention to Dre on the other side of him.
“Nicole has a migraine . . . . . . . . must be that time of the month . . . . . “ Dre tries to whisper, as Nicole slightly nudges him, as Eminem and her roll their eyes at each other.
“I Said! You’re giving me a migraine! . . . Marshall sorry to interrupt, but it’s past Andre’s bedtime. BUT he wanted to say good night first.” Nicole explains, as she playfully rolls her eyes, as they both look at Dre who has a smile from ear to ear, and leaning heavily on Eminem.
“Do you need any help?” Eminem sincerely asks, as he glances at Nicole, but Dre studiedly jerks him into a bear hug.
“Love Ya Man!” Dre states very loudly with a very obvious slur, as Eminem struggles to breath, as Nicole grabs hold of Dre’s right arm, as she waves to their security people, standing semi close.
“Sweetheart, tell Marshall goodnight and you’ll see him tomorrow.” Nicole instructs Dre, as he tries to stand straight, with a little help from Eminem.
“Goodnight Marsh . . . . see ya.” Dre says with a slur, as Marshall and Nicole try not to laugh.
“Why does Marshall get to stay up?” Dre asks as he flings his arm around her small frame, knocking her off balance a little.
“Cause he can stand on his own.” Nicole states, as she wraps her arms around his waist, trying to steady them both.
“Say Goodnight.” Nicole instructs with a smile as she looks up at him with a lovely smile, and then gives him a quick kiss.
“Good night.” Dre mumbles, as he tries to deepen the kiss as she is pulling away from him.
“Good Night Marshall.” Nicole says with a smile.
“Good night.” Eminem says, as he watches them walk away, with their security.
Eminem quickly turns his attention back to the mystery lady, and notices that she’s gone, and he quickly scans the room for her.
“DAMN!” Eminem states as he slowly scans the room again, as he picks up the cherry stem, and starts working his way through the crowed room.
Eminem searches every hallway, corner, and room of the first floor of the large mansion, before standing in the foyer and debates weather it’s worth searching the second floor.
Eminem sits down on the bottom step of the large staircase, and is deep thought of what her incredible tongue could of done to his cock, but is pulled from his thoughts as a royal blue silk scarf comes floating to the floor in front of him.
Eminem quickly stands and looks up to find the mystery lady standing at the banister, and with a seductive smile she blows him a kiss and walks away.
Stun for several seconds Eminem pulls himself together, and grabs her silk scarf and runs up the steps two at a time.
Once at the top Eminem looks around the large hallway with closed doors on each side, as his heart beats uncontrollably.
He begins to search each room on the left side and finds them totally dark and empty, but the fourth door he finds candles lit around the bedroom, and champagne chilling on a small stand beside a large bed.
Eminem’s eyes adjust to the dimly light room, as soft music starts to fill the air, and he quickly turns around to come face to face with his mystery woman.
“Thanks for returning my scarf.” The mystery woman whispers, as she takes the scarf from his hand, as she hands him a glass of champagne with her other hand.
“Your welcome.” Eminem struggles to say, as she closes the gab between them, and starts caressing the silk scarf over his cheek.
“Are you as naughty as your music?” The mystery woman seductively asks, as she nuzzles against him and begins to kiss on his neck.
“Why don’t we see.” Eminem wickedly states, as he wraps his arms around her and backs her up against the small table and sits his champagne glass down, and then pulls her tightly into him.
The mystery woman wickedly laughs, as she tosses the silk scarf around his neck, and pulls him into a passionate kiss, that he quickly responds too, as his hands run smoothly over her well-curved hips.
Their tongues intertwine both tasting a hint of cherry mixed with champagne, as moans of satisfaction escapes them both from the heat building between them.
The mystery woman breathlessly pulls away and smiles as she backs up towards the bed, and slowly works her way out of her sequin royal blue gown, letting it fall to the floor, reveling her perfectly shaped small body, only covered by a pair of royal blue thongs.
“Like what you see Mr. Mathers?” The woman playfully asks, as she again grabs her silk scarf around his neck and pulls him into her.
“MMMmmm.” Eminem moans in satisfaction, as they kiss passionately.
The woman snakes her hands up under his t-shirt as his hands roam over her nice bare curves.
“Mr. Mathers I think you’re overdressed.” The woman breathlessly whispers, as they both lustfully stare into each other’s eyes.
Eminem pulls his t-shirt off, as she grabs the waistbands of his sweatpants and boxers and pulls them both quickly to his ankles.
The mystery woman moans loudly in satisfaction, as her eyes fall upon his massive hard cock, as she drops to her knees in front of him.
Eminem growls as she places her hand around the base of his cock and begins to stroke, as his hands tangle in her hair.
“Sit down.” The woman seductively whispers as she stands up in front of him, her hand never leaving his cock.
Eminem backs up a little and sits down at the foot of the bed, and she removes his shoes and clothes from around his ankles, and picks up the silk scarf that he removed with his t-shirt.
The mystery woman climbs onto his lap and straddles him tightly between her legs and wickedly smiles, as she places the silk royal blue scarf up to his eyes and is about to tie it as he grabs a hold of it.
“Are you scared?” The mystery woman seductively asks, as she looks into his perfect blue eyes.
“No.” Eminem struggles to say, as his voice gets lost in his throat, as he lets go of the scarf and she ties it around his eyes.
The mystery woman then caress her fingers over his muscular chest, as she slides down between his legs and comes to face his large hard cock.
Eminem hands slide up her body as she repositions herself between his legs and snakes her tongue out to teasly licks at his hard cock.
“DAMN!” Eminem moans as he opens his legs further as she softly takes his balls into her hand, and sensual squeezes.
Not being able to see her intensifies the feel of her tongue sensually licking over his hard cock and balls, and his hips thrust forward for more.
The mystery woman tries to hold down his hips as he thrust forward, but wickedly laughs to herself, at the power she has on him at the very moment, causing a vibration as she takes his large cock fully into her mouth.
Eminem erratically moans, as he quickly removes the blindfold and grabs her up and gently tosses her to the bed and straddles at her waist.
“Did you bring condoms? No offenses, but I don’t want your parents, to be grandparents to my children.” Eminem wickedly states.
Totally surprised that he knows who she is, she wickedly smiles as she glances over at the nightstand.
“Hope you know that will ruin my plan.” The mystery woman states, as he reaches over and grabs the box of condoms from the nightstand.
“What about your girlfriend, or what ever you call each other.” Eminem sincerely asks, as he places the condom on, and then places his cock between her wet legs.
“I thought they like you more.” The mystery woman states as she tightens her legs together, and thrust forward.
“We’ll call them afterwards and see.” Eminem wickedly states, as he sits up, and then brings his hand up and dangles the silk scarf in front of her.
Without a word spoken he ties the silk scarf around her eyes, and stretches his body out over her, and grinds his hips into her, and she moans in satisfaction.
“You like what you feel?” Eminem wickedly asks, as he quickly gets up, and she quickly moans is dissatisfaction at the cold feeling that overcomes her body.
“I think we should celebrate! Revenge on parents is always FUN!” Eminem states as he straddles her again at the waist, and slowly caresses a cherry over her bottom lip.
“Mmmm.” The mystery woman moans, as she opens her mouth and takes in the cherry.
Eminem wickedly smiles and caress over her firm small breasts, as she arches upward to his touch, as she works on the cherry stem, then pushes it out between her lips.
“Is that what you wanted to see again.” The mystery woman states, as he takes the cherry from her lips, stem tied.
“Not really.” Eminem wickedly states, as he places his hard cock at her entrances, and then lets a few drops of champagne drizzle out of the glass, onto her hot bare stomach.
“OOOOOOO.” The mystery woman moans, as the cold champagne, drizzles over her hot bare skin.
The mystery woman tries to grab at the silk blindfold, as he left hand stops her.
“No No No. The blindfold was your ideal.” Eminem states playfully, as his hard cock rubs against her wet clit, causing her to moan.
Eminem places another cherry at her lips, and caress it over her bottom lip, before she takes it into her mouth, as he again places his hard cock at her wet entrance.
The mystery woman places the cherry at her lips, and he places his lips on her’s, and takes the cherry from her, as they both moan in lust.
Eminem rolls the cherry around in his mouth a few times, before passing it back to her, as his cock enters her wet clit.
“OOOOooooooooo.” The mystery woman moans in satisfaction, as she wraps her slender legs around his waist, as she wickedly laughs, as she pushes just the tied steam of the cherry from her mouth, and begins to passionately suck on his bare shoulder, as he gently breaks though her cherry.
“Ooooh.” Eminem moans into her ear, as her virgin clit wraps tightly around his large cock.
Eminem pushes his hard large cock forward into her wet heaven, as she pushes her hips upward into him for more.
“MMMmmmm.” Eminem growls, as her wet tight clit, contracts around his large cock, as her perfectly shaped body begins to squirm beneath him.
Their lips connect in passion, as they both feel the passion of the other, and their hips grind in to the other.
“OH God!” The Mystery woman screams out as her wet clit spasms around his large cock into orgasm, and he quickly risks away the blindfold, and looks deep into her eyes, as he follows with his own.
Eminem body collapses onto her’s, as they both frantically tries to regain normal breathing.
After several long moments, she squirms out from under his muscular body, as he moans in dissatisfaction.
“Sssshhh.” The mystery woman seductively whispers, as she lets several fingers run smoothly down and up his muscular back, and then gets off the bed.
Eminem rolls to his back and watches her grab the champagne and bowl of cherries, and he wickedly smiles, as she straddles him at his waist.
The mystery woman takes a large drink of the champagne from the bottle, and then holds it out to him.
Eminem sits up in the bed, as he grabs her by the waist holding her clit at his cock, as he leans against the headboard of the bed, and takes the bottle, and takes a large drink.
“Mary Cheney.” Eminem seductively states as he hands the bottle of champagne to her, with a wicked smile, as she wickedly smiles as she takes the bottle and takes a drink, and then sits the bottle on the nightstand, and rests her head on his shoulder.
“Marshall Mathers.” Mary mumbles as her head rests on his muscular shoulder.
“We can’t stay here.” Eminem whispers, as he repositions her small body beside him.
“No we can’t. I didn’t bring my toothbrush.” Mary states as she nuzzles up against him.
“Neither did I.” Eminem mumbles against her ear, as he pulls her tightly to him.
“Think what we could of done with cherries, and a silk blindfold, and had our toothbrushes.” Mary seductively states, as she runs her hand seductively over his cheek, as she moves and looks into his eyes.
“We can stop at a 7 Eleven.” Eminem suggests, as he begins to kiss seductively on her neck.
“Toothbrushes and More condoms, after we call my parents.” Mary seductively states, as she jerks the condom off his cock, as she climbs on him and straddles him, as she reaches for the phone on the nightstand, and begins to dial.
“Mom! Something just happened to me and it was AMAZING!”
Mary Cheney states happily, as she hears her mothers voice on the other end of
the phone line, as she wickedly smiles down at EMIN$M.
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