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Another Chiron Rising model. Smoking hot!

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Timothy M. Dolan Archbishop of New York

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Dan Rather

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"A Desperate Bargain in the Prayer Tower"

Featuring Televangelist Oral Roberts

The January 1987 broadcast from Oral Roberts’ ornate Prayer Tower at Oral Roberts University in Tulsa, Oklahoma, had sent shockwaves through the evangelical world. The 68-year-old televangelist, standing at 5'10" with a medium to stocky build, had declared with his characteristic fervor that God had spoken to him in March 1986. Roberts, with his graying dark hair neatly combed back in a slight wave, sideburns framing his strong, expressive face, and large glasses perched on his straight nose, had a commanding presence. His brown eyes burned with intensity as he announced that he needed to raise $8 million by March 31, or God would “call him home.” The deadline loomed, and with only weeks to go, Roberts was still short.

Enter Barry Connors, a 59-year-old millionaire racetrack owner from Florida. At 5'9" with a stocky build and a bald head that gleamed under the lights, Connors exuded the confidence of a man who knew the power of his wealth. He had watched Roberts’ broadcast with a mix of amusement and skepticism, sensing an opportunity. Connors decided to offer $1.3 million to help Roberts meet his goal—but not without conditions. He flew to Tulsa, arriving at the Prayer Tower under the guise of a benefactor, but his intentions were far from charitable.

The meeting took place in a private office within the Prayer Tower, a room adorned with leather-bound books, a mahogany desk, and a faint scent of expensive cologne that clung to the air. Roberts stood in his expensive Italian silk suit, the navy fabric shimmering subtly under the soft lighting. His $100 polished leather shoes gleamed, and the diamond ring on the pinky finger of his right hand caught the light as he adjusted his gold chain bracelet on the same wrist. On his left hand, a gold ring adorned his ring finger, and a gold watch sat snugly on his wrist, ticking away the seconds of his dwindling deadline. Despite his polished exterior, there was a tension in his broad forehead and firm jawline, a man caught between his public persona and the desperate reality of his situation.

Connors, dressed in a tailored gray suit that strained slightly against his stocky frame, leaned back in a leather chair, his bald head reflecting the light as he smirked. His eyes gleamed with a predatory thrill as he spoke, his voice low and gravelly.

“I’ll give you the $1.3 million, Reverend,” he said, pausing for effect, “but I won’t help you out unless you live up to your name, Oral.”

Roberts froze, his brown eyes narrowing behind his glasses. The implication hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, the room was silent save for the faint ticking of his gold watch. He was a married man with four children, a televangelist who had built an empire on faith and miracles. But the weight of the $8 million goal—and the fear of what failure might mean—pressed down on him like a physical force. His lips parted, then closed, his jaw working as he wrestled with the decision. Finally, he nodded, a reluctant agreement that felt like a betrayal of everything he stood for.

Connors’ smirk widened into a grin, his eyes glinting with triumph.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, standing and unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. “Get on your knees, preacher man. Let’s see how well you can pray with your mouth full.”

Roberts’ face flushed, a mix of shame and determination etching lines into his expressive features. He adjusted his glasses, then sank to his knees on the plush carpet, the silk of his suit rustling softly. Connors stepped closer, his 8-inch cut cock already hardening as he freed it from his trousers. The sight of the televangelist at his feet, a man who had preached to millions, sent a thrill through Connors. Roberts’ diamond ring and gold bracelet caught the light as he reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he grasped Connors’ thick shaft.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Connors taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “Oral Roberts, the man of God, on his knees for a dog-track owner. You gonna make this worth my $1.3 million, Reverend?”

Roberts didn’t respond with words. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips parting as he took Connors into his mouth. His jaw worked in a slow, circular motion, his tongue pressing against the underside of Connors’ cock as he began to suck. For a man who had built his career on showmanship, this was no less a performance. His touch was gentle, practiced, as he used his hands to stroke the base of Connors’ shaft while his mouth worked the tip. The diamond ring on his pinky finger glinted with every movement, a stark contrast to the profane act he was performing.

Connors groaned, his head tipping back as he gripped the edge of the desk for support.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he muttered, his voice thick with arousal.

“All those years of preaching must’ve taught you how to use that mouth. Keep going, preacher—don’t stop now.”

Roberts’ eyebrows arched and fell with every motion, his face a canvas of concentration. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose, but he didn’t pause to adjust them. He hollowed his cheeks, creating a tight suction as he bobbed his head, taking Connors deeper with each pass. His 6.5-inch cut cock, hidden beneath his silk trousers, twitched in response to the act, a shameful arousal he couldn’t suppress. He used his left hand to cup Connors’ balls, the gold ring on his ring finger and the watch on his wrist glinting as he massaged them gently, coaxing a low moan from the racetrack owner.

“Goddamn,” Connors growled, his hips bucking slightly as he tangled his fingers in Roberts’ graying hair. “You’re a natural, Oral. Bet your congregation would love to see this—their holy man sucking cock like a pro. You ever done this before, or am I your first?”

Roberts pulled back just enough to speak, his voice hoarse and strained.

“Shut up, Connors,” he snapped, his brown eyes flashing with a mix of anger and humiliation. “You got what you wanted. Just… just let me finish.”

Connors chuckled, a dark, throaty sound.

“Oh, I’ll let you finish, alright. But you better make it quick—I’ve got a plane to catch.”

Roberts returned to his task with renewed focus, his lips stretching around Connors’ 8-inch length as he took him deeper, the tip brushing the back of his throat. He gagged slightly but didn’t stop, his jaw working rhythmically as he swirled his tongue around the head, tasting the salt of pre-cum. His hands moved in tandem, one stroking the base of Connors’ cock while the other continued to knead his balls, the gold bracelet on his right wrist jingling softly with the motion. The scent of Connors’ arousal mixed with the leather and cologne in the room, creating a heady atmosphere that made Roberts’ head spin.

Connors’ breathing grew ragged, his grip on Roberts’ hair tightening.

“That’s it,” he panted, his voice low and urgent. “Right there—fuck, you’re gonna make me come. You ready to swallow, preacher? Gonna take every drop like a good little sinner?”

Roberts didn’t answer, but his movements became more urgent, his lips and tongue working in perfect sync as he pushed Connors closer to the edge. His own arousal was evident now, a bulge straining against his silk trousers, but he ignored it, focusing entirely on the task at hand. Connors’ hips jerked, and with a guttural groan, he came, his release flooding Roberts’ mouth in hot, pulsing spurts.

Roberts swallowed reflexively, his throat working as he took it all, his face flushed with a mix of exertion and shame. He pulled back slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the diamond ring on his pinky finger catching the light as he did. Connors tucked himself back into his trousers, his smirk returning as he looked down at the televangelist still on his knees.

“Well, damn,” Connors said, adjusting his tie. “You’ve earned that $1.3 million, Reverend. I’ll have the check sent over tomorrow.”

Roberts stood, his legs shaky as he adjusted his suit, his face a mask of conflicted emotions.

“Get out,” he said quietly, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and self-loathing. “You got what you wanted. Now leave.”

Connors chuckled again, grabbing his coat from the back of the chair.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Oral,” he said as he headed for the door. “Maybe I’ll come back for another sermon sometime.”

When the March 31 deadline arrived, Roberts emerged from his vigil in the Prayer Tower, declaring triumphantly that the $8 million had been raised, his life miraculously spared by a $1.3 million check from none other than Barry Connors, the dog-track owner from Florida. The money was secured, but the cost to Roberts’ reputation was immense. Whispers of the true nature of Connors’ donation began to circulate, fueled by those who had long suspected Roberts’ theatrics were more about showmanship than faith. In both secular and religious circles, he became a figure of ridicule, a punchline in late-night monologues and church gossip alike. His image as a man of God was forever tainted, his fervent sermons now viewed through a lens of hypocrisy and scandal.

Yet, in the confines of that office, in those moments of desperate negotiation, Oral Roberts had shown that even the most devout of believers could be brought to their knees by earthly desires. The Prayer Tower, once a symbol of divine connection, had become the stage for a very different kind of performance—one that would haunt Roberts for the rest of his days.

This narrative is a fictional account and does not reflect historical events or the real-life actions of Oral Roberts or any other individuals.

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The time Trent Lott forgot he was wearing a kilt. Or, maybe it was on purpose?

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Timothy M. Dolan Archbishop of New York

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UPDATE

With the help of AI, I now have a surplus of stories. So, even though I’ll continue posting new stories here bi-weekly. I’ll post a new story on my side blog, Celebrity Fan Fiction @celebrityfanfictionblog on the off week. So now you’ll have a new story every week. Also, with the help of AI, I’ll be revising/enhancing my old stories and posting them of Celebrity Fan Fiction @celebrityfanfictionblog too.

Now here’s the schedule for the next five stories I’ll be posting here.

Hope you enjoy the new stuff.

DISCLAIMER: These are works of FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults.

"Congressman ‘GT’" Chapter Two: Tangled Bonds in the Study

Featuring Rep. Glenn "GT" Thompson

At the Thompson family home, Rep. Glenn "GT" Thompson confronts his son-in-law Phil Green about an earlier intimate moment with GT’s son Kale. Alone in GT’s office, their conversation turns into a forbidden, passionate encounter, as Phil acts on his long-held desire for GT, leading to an intense sexual moment that binds them in a dangerous secret.

POSTING: 5/2/2025

"The Duke of Gloucester'' Chapter One: A Stain of Desire

Featuring Prince Richard, Duke of Gloucester

At Royal Ascot, Prince Richard, Duke of Gloucester, and James Cole, the King’s PR chief, slip into an alcove after a staged wine spill. Their encounter escalates into a fervent, explicit exchange, culminating in James pleasuring Richard to a climax. They part, their secret hidden amid the races.

POSTING: 5/16/2025

''A Desperate Bargain in the Prayer Tower"

Featuring actor Televangelist Oral Roberts

To meet his $8 million fundraising goal by March 1987, televangelist Oral Roberts, 68, agrees to a sexual deal with Florida racetrack owner Barry Connors, 59, who donates $1.3 million. In the Prayer Tower, Roberts performs oral sex on Connors, securing the funds but ruining his reputation, making him a figure of ridicule.

POSTING: 5/30/2025

"Anniversary Heat: A Night of Passion for Tom and Lupe Izzo"

Featuring Tom Izzo

Tom Izzo and his wife, Lupe, celebrate their anniversary by hiring male escort Eric Smith. In a hotel suite, they engage in a series of sexual acts: Tom and Lupe orally pleasure Eric, Lupe rides Eric while he services Tom, and Eric takes Lupe from behind as she continues with Tom. Tom then makes love to Lupe missionary-style while pleasuring Eric, leading to Eric penetrating Tom. The night peaks with Tom taking Eric while Eric satisfies Lupe orally, ending with Tom finishing inside Lupe as Eric releases on her face, leaving the trio fulfilled.

POSTING: 6/13/2025

"Game Plan for Desire"

Featuring Football Coach Bill Belichick

Bill Belichick, post-Patriots and breakup, meets Cory Thomas at a charity event. Their attraction ignites in a hotel room, where Cory gives Belichick intense oral before the coach takes him in a rough anal encounter. They climax, but Belichick leaves stoically, leaving Cory with a cherished memory.

POSTING: 6/27/2025

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I love your stories and it would be wonderful to see an erotic tale about the handsome and  extremely sexy character actor Martin Balsam. As he got older, he simply became more and more handsome and was a slightly overlooked silver fox! He even played a gay character in “The Anderson Tapes” opposite Sean Connery, although that was not nearly his best work. He has a very impressive filmography.

I can put him on the list.

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Roger Penske

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In bed with Warren Buffett !

😍🥰🫦🍆👅💦

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Charles III King of the United Kingdom

His Majesty at a ceremony to present the new standards and colours to regiment members of the Life Guards and the Blues and Royals at Windsor Castle, in Windsor, west of London, on May 12, 2025.

Damn he looks good in that uniform. I'd love to get him out of it.

Then again… I just need a part of him out of it.

Hint. Hint. His penis.

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