1. WKRP: Serving Loni's Ass


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Boy, Domination/submission, Extreme, Female Domination, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Scatology, Teen Male / Female, Author: byronnnn, Rating: 61.5, Source: sexstories.com

    celebrity, ass worship, ass kissing, facesitting, ass licking, buttsniffing, face-farting, analingus, scatology. ____________________________________________________________________ WKRP in Cincinnati was popular on television because of its comedy and also because of Loni Anderson, its voluptuous blond star. What many people don't know is that the series was created from an actual radio station, a station where I served as a work-study schoolboy intern a couple of years before WKRP aired. Our staff was much like the tv show. In fact, Loni Anderson was so much like our Loni that I never knew if they might be the same person. I only saw the television show after our family moved to a small rural town with terrible reception. I had become fascinated with radio technology and its faceless anatomy which seemed perfect for my shy nature and skinny, awkward appearance. Radio seemed to like the great equalizer. When WKRP had an opening for a school-aged intern, I was called for an interview by Andy Travis and twenty minutes later I was welcomed aboard WKRP in Cincinnati (not our real call letters). Everything seemed perfect! Everything, that is except for the temptation of Loni's round ass. She was five-foot six, early 20's, self-assured, gorgeous, and her conical knockers had every man's attention, that is, except me. I hardly notice girls boobs. Even before I could tie my shoes I was an ass freak (though not anal sex). And, Loni's rear-end was divine and otherworldly! It ...
    hypnotized and magnetized and otherwise stupified. I wanted so much to kneel behind her and praise her glorious glutious and fondle and kiss those round butt cheeks. That's all I wanted! I didn't want sex or a blowjob or anal intercourse. Just kneel and praise and kiss her goddess ass that was a visual Disneyland of images that I would have put into our family album had I the gumption. But--come on--who was I kidding? I was a skinny schoolboy and she was the ultimate fantasy. I would never kiss her ass! If ever I dared talk to her she would laugh and I would whimper away in utter humiliation! The only way girls like her noticed yard-turds like me was with the scoff of their upturned noses. It was almost noon on a Thursday when things changed. Loni commanded that I come to her desk before telling me to follow her. She began walking toward the "Girl's Lobby" and while she walked--yes, you know--my eyes were on that amazing butt--that amazing, rolling, billowing butt, so inspiring that my head created new lyrics to that nationalistic anthem, "America": Oh beautiful, 'bove spacious thighs, Like amber waves of grain, Those rolling mounds of majesty, I kneel 'n' to you I praise. Oh Loni-lass I'll kiss your ass, I'll press my lips to you, And crown your cheeks, (With) raving speech, [big finish here - retardendo - crescendo!) From cheek to di-vine cheeeeeeeek. So yes, I stared at Loni's butt. It seemed like slow motion how each cheek danced alone yet both cheeks danced together. We entered ...
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