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The Epic of J. Lo	By : Riverboy Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Jennifer Lopez Views: 11021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-J. Lo Goes to Iraq
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J. Lo Goes To Iraq
By River Boy
I’ve never met Jennifer Lopez or any real people mentioned here, so this is a figment of my imagination. As you can guess, I conceived this while sick with pneumonia, so it’s a weird scene. Hope you like it! Let me know at river_boy189@hotmail.com. The date was April 7^th, 2002, and the place was the United States. Just seven and a half months ago, the country’s fate had forever been changed by a horrifying terrorist attack on New York City that destroyed the World Trade Center towers and killed thousands. In these past months, the United States was swept up in a newfound sense of patriotism. Some were fearful of what to expect in this time of troubles, almost never leaving their homes. Others, while being disheartened by these events, were still living their lives as fully as they had always been.
In a large mansion in Los Angeles, a party was being held by famed singer and actress, Jennifer Lopez, for her and her closest friends. Of course, many other celebrities had invited themselves to the event as well. Jennifer didn’t mind; she spent the majority of the night with her oldest friends. While others were either chatting with each other or glued to one of Jennifer’s many TVs, Jennifer herself was sitting in a circle with her gal pals, having drinks in a small section of her living room.
“Jen, this party is awesome!” a woman named Maria said while sipping a drink.
“Yeah, girl, you gotta invite us more often!” another girl named Amelia said.
Jennifer smiled, “Thanks, guys! I’d have you over more often, but I’m always so damn busy. The only reason that I had time for a party tonight was because my recording session got cancelled.” Jennifer sipped her white wine spritzer as her friends did with their respective drinks.
As the night went on, Jennifer as well as her friends, were fairly hammered, and decided to play one of the oldest party games in history: Truth or Dare.
“Oh, jeez, I haven’t played this in years!” Amelia wined.
“Well, if you’re not up to it…..” Jennifer slurred slightly, having already knocked back several hard beverages.
Amelia laughed it off and said, “Alright, alright, I’ll go first! Um….. truth!”
“Okay…..” Maria said, “….. Have you ever wanted to fuck an underage guy?”
Amelia laughed, “Oh, God! You just had to go there, didn’t you? Well…… yeah, this neighbor’s kid. He had a tight butt for a middle-schooler!”
The girls all laughed hysterically, and then calmed down as it was Maria’s turn.
“Okay…… truth.”
“Ummmmm…… have you ever had sex with another woman while her husband and son were in the next room?” asked Amelia.
“Oh, come on! That’s not fair! You already know that I did that!” Maria groaned.
“Oh, please! You putas are full of it! I’ll take the dare, since you’re all too scared to do it!” Jennifer said.
“Let’s see…” Maria thought for a moment. “Okay, Jen, I dare you to have sex with Amelia’s husband!”
“Huh? Wait, what??” Amelia asked, not too sure she heard right.
Jennifer scoffed, “No way! Gimme a better one!”
‘A better one?’ Maria tried again. “Fine, then I dare you to make out with her maid!”
“Wait—why are these all involving me?” Amelia asked.
Again, Jennifer scoffed, “Oh, please! Are you even trying?! Give something that no one else would do! Give me something harder!!!”
Harder?? What else was there that Jennifer would be willing to do that no one else would dare to do?! As Maria searched her mind for a totally outrageous dare that no one else would do—especially while sober—she overheard one of Jennifer’s TVs broadcasting a Fox News report about Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein’s possible connections to terrorism. With that, Maria came up with an idea that only a total drunk at J. Lo’s party could come up with.
“I’m waiting!” Jennifer said in an impatient and annoyed tone.
Maria then leaned forward towards Jennifer and said, “Okay, then, Jenny….. I dare you to go to Iraq and have sex with Saddam Hussein!”
Amelia gasped at such an idea, while Jennifer sat there, stunned. ‘There’s no way she’ll take it!’ Maria thought. Just seeing her expression was enough.
Jennifer chuckled after a moment, “Well….. It’s about time you came up with something interesting!”
Maria didn’t know if she heard right—did she actually agree to do it? Even if she did, there’s just no friggin’ way she’d be able to. So, why not play along?
“So, you’ll do it?” Maria asked.
Jennifer stood up, drink in hand, and said confidently and drunkenly, “Girl, by this time tomorrow, I will have done it in more than one way!”
With that, Jennifer turned and left.
Amelia turned to Maria with concern, “Are you serious?! What made you think of that?!”
“Relax…..” Maria said. “It’s not like it’s even possible that she’ll do it!”
“Yeah, but…..” Amelia said in a worried tone.
“Don’t get all pissy on me! Just drink it off!” Maria said while pouring a margarita down Amelia’s throat.
A pink limousine pulled up to a private airfield outside L.A. Jennifer Lopez got out and on to her private jet that not many people knew she had. After settling herself in, the pilot asked where their destination was. “Iraq,” she told him. The pilot sounded nervous and asked why she would want to go there. “Do I pay you to talk or fly?!” she yelled back at him. The pilot corrected himself and started the jet. Once they were past United States waters, Jennifer opened the only suitcase she had brought with her. Opening it up, she took out some clothes and makeup.
Two guards were standing on alert outside the Radwaniyah Presidential Palace. Their main mission was to protect their glorious President from any intruders. It was only 8 o’clock and they were bored to death. They actually wished something would happen to give them something to do. Just then, their prayers seemed to have been answered. A taxicab pulled up, and both men instinctively raised their rifles. “Identify yourself!” The taller of the two guards barked out. The door opened, and out came an unbelievable sight. An incomprehensibly beautiful woman stepped out from the cab and sauntered over to the guards. Both of them were too stunned to speak at first, but the tall guard managed to speak haltingly.
“Is…. Is there something we can help you with, ma’am?” he asked.
“Yes, I need to see Mr. Hussein, please. It’s of the utmost urgency,” the woman said.
The guard was hesitant, “I’m….. sorry, miss, but President Hussein has not informed us of any incoming visitors. I’m afraid your request is impossible.”
The woman pouted before coming closer to the guard and running her finger across his chin. “Do you think you could do me this one little favor?”
Her songlike voice was all the convincing he needed. “One moment please.”
Moving to an intercom on the wall of the gate, the guard pressed the button to speak with his superiors. “Excuse me, Sir, I hate to bother you, but there’s something I must discuss with you.”
“What is it?!” the staticky voice replied.
“Well, there’s a woman here asking to see President Hussein.”
There was a pause. “A woman? Who is she? Another grieving mother or widow?”
“I don’t believe so, Sir. She’s elegantly dressed, and she smells of alcohol. I suspect that she may be a prostitute.”
Another pause came before a response. “Send her in.”
The guard turned happily yet meekly to the woman and said, “You may enter.” He opened the gates for her and she walked in. As she did, she turned to the guard and blew him a kiss. As she walked out of sight, the two guards high-fived each other.
A pair of men in military uniform walked hurriedly into a private library in the Presidential Palace, pushing the doors aside without effort. A single man was leaning over some books when they entered, and their entrance made him slowly stand upright. He closed the book he had been reading and said, “There had better be a good explanation for this.”
“Forgive me, Sir,” one of the men said, “….. But there’s a woman here to see you.”
“Who?” Saddam asked.
“Well, we’re not entirely certain. But she’s an American.”
“A weapons inspector?”
“No, Sir, we don’t believe so. We believe she may be a prostitute.”
This last detail was a surprise to Saddam. ‘An American prostitute?’ The idea seemed improbable if not unusual, but he decided to tend to the matter. “Send her in.”
The men opened the doors and welcomed into the library a sight like none other. The woman in question was Jennifer Lopez, and she spared no details in her appearance. She wore a blue denim dress that went from her chest to her ankles, and sported a pink cowgirl hat. Her hair was fluffed out and tied back into a ponytail. Her face was the high point: her eyelids were dabbed with a metallic-gray eye shadow, and her lips were painted with a shimmering, wet pink lipstick that glistened in the light.
Saddam was overwhelmed by her beauty, but managed to speak. “You wished to speak with me, ma’am?”
Jennifer smiled and extended her hand to the Iraqi tyrant. Saddam extended his hand to her and they shook heartily. “Mr. Hussein, it’s such an honor to meet you. I’m a huge admirer of your work! Huge admirer!” Jennifer lied about this last bit to get on his good side if she was going to accomplish her goal.
“Well, thank you, miss…?” Saddam said.
“Lopez. Jennifer Lopez.” She answered.
“Miss Lopez, what is it that I can do for you?” Saddam asked.
“Well, Mister President, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to speak with you privately.”
The other two men were not at ease with her request, as President Hussein was never to be left alone with a mysterious character. Saddam sensed and assuaged their apprehensions. “Don’t worry, gentlemen. I’m sure that I can take time out of my rather uneventful evening to give Miss Lopez an audience.”
Grateful, Jennifer again extended her hand to Saddam. He gently took it and walked with her out of the library. As the doors closed behind them, the military officers left behind could not hide their unease at such an occurrence.
Walking down a long and marvelously decorated hallway, Saddam and Jennifer arrived at Saddam’s bedroom. Once inside, Jennifer marveled at the enormous bed with several large pillows, silk sheets, and bedposts that extended to the ceiling. As Saddam locked the doors behind them, he asked, “Now that we are alone, Miss Lopez, how may I be of assistance?” Jennifer knew that this was her moment. This was the time to strike. As Saddam was turning from the locked doors to face her, Jennifer ran up to Saddam, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Saddam was completely surprised to say the least. Jennifer’s action was so swift that he barely realized how close she now was before her impossibly soft lips kissed his. An almost dreamlike feeling overtook him as the embrace lingered, and Saddam returned Jennifer’s kiss and brought his arms around her waist.
Jennifer smiled into the kiss, elated to be succeeding thus far, but also enjoying the tickling feeling of Saddam’s mustache against her skin. As the dictator grew more impassioned by Jennifer’s presence, he slipped her the tongue and French kissed her. Jennifer chuckled and played tonsil hockey with Saddam while the two moaned pleasurably.
‘Let’s get things moving......’ Jennifer thought to herself. Breaking the kiss, she grinned seductively at Saddam and pulled him by his tie towards the bed. She sat herself down at the edge and scooted back a bit. Saddam knelt on the floor and grabbed the top of Jennifer’s dress. Using his fingers, he pulled the top down and let her breasts flop out. Jennifer chuckled as Saddam eyed them greedily. Grasping the right one, he bent forward and licked her nipple. His rough tongue on her flesh made even the tiniest of hairs on Jennifer’s body stand up. Saddam then took her breast into his mouth and sucked on it. In response, Jennifer stroked his hair gently.
Reaching under the hem of her dress, Jennifer began to rub herself. Her loins had already begun to flow with her juices when Saddam started sucking. As his suction increased, she started to finger herself as well. Taking notice of her actions, Saddam stopped what he was doing and said to Jennifer, “Allow me, Miss Lopez.” Pushing her dress up past her waist, Saddam moved down to Jennifer’s vagina, which was now wet with her juices. He placed a single finger in and delicately rubbed her clit. Jennifer grunted from the feeling, and pinched her own nipples to enhance the sensation. Saddam then added two more fingers, then his whole hand, save for his thumb. Sliding in and out, faster and faster, Saddam was pushing all of Jennifer’s buttons. The sultry Latina singer felt a quick pulse of sensation hit her, and she came all over Saddam’s hand. Saddam triumphantly tasted the juices and smiled at Jennifer, “Perhaps now you can return the favor.”
Jennifer had an evil look in her eye as she pushed off the rest of her now-crumpled dress and tossed it on the floor. She kissed Saddam again as she unbuckled his belt and lowered his trousers. His briefs went too, and she pulled away and took the Iraqi’s shaft into her mouth. Saddam wasn’t the biggest penis she’d seen, but it was good enough for her. Jennifer juggled his hairy balls in her left hand as she blew him. Saddam’s head leaned back and he groaned contentedly as Jennifer’s soft, wet mouth licked his dick. Jennifer bobbed back and forth with incredible speed, taking Saddam for all he had. With a quick shout, Saddam cam in Jennifer’s mouth. Jennifer smiled once more as she tasted his salty cum flow on her tongue and coat her teeth and cheeks. She had scored another point for this bet, and she was sure as hell going to go as far as need be!
Saddam stood up and kicked off his pants and briefs. Sighing, he went over to his nightstand and took out a bottle of brandy from the drawer, along with two small glasses. “May I offer you a drink?” Saddam asked Jennifer. She had already had more than enough tonight, but decided that it couldn’t hurt and said that he could. Saddam poured a glass of brandy for Jennifer and himself, and they shot back a few rounds. After becoming thoroughly smashed, Jennifer motioned for Saddam to join her on the bed. Saddam was more than happy to comply.
After sitting down on the bed, Jennifer removed Saddam’s suit jacket, shirt and tie. With the two of them completely nude, the held each other and kissed deeply. Without breaking the kiss, Saddam leaned Jennifer onto her back and mounted her. Jennifer saw what was coming and spread her legs. Filled with burning lust, Saddam thrust into her pussy, and felt waves of pleasure ripple through him as Jennifer’s walls hugged his dick tightly. Saddam rhythmically humped Jennifer with brute force, their combined sweat lubricating their bodies and making his thrusts slippery and hard to control. Jennifer felt her orgasm approaching and made an ‘O’ face as she came. Saddam took several minutes more to come, and when he did, he shot a thick load of semen into Jennifer’s pussy. She smiled, but not from any possible affection towards Saddam—which she had none. Her satisfaction came from her having completed the dare, and showing what she was made of. But still, the extra liquor had some side effects that pushed Jennifer onward.
Moving out from under Saddam’s panting form, Jennifer crawled up behind him and clutched his butt cheeks. Spreading them, she went in and performed her first lang=EN analingus. She licked the outer rim of Saddam’s asshole and stuck her tongue in deep, finding a disgusting pleasure in the filthiness of it all. At the same time, both she and Saddam masturbated, and as they both reached their climax, they passed out. Jennifer lost consciousness with her lips still laced around Saddam’s anus.
Jennifer awoke with a start. Sitting straight up, she looked around to find herself in her own bedroom. At the same moment, a massive migraine stabbed her in the head, sending her right back down to her pillow.
“Oh, Jesus….. my head…...” she moaned throatily while massaging her temples. “Starting now, I am sober for life!” Thinking back to the previous night and her party, she could barely remember anything, save for some blurry recollections involving….. Saddam Hussein? “What kind of fucked up dreams did I have last night? I’m definitely never drinking again!” Letting her arms drop to either side of the bed, Jennifer felt something furry on the back of her hand. Looking over, she saw her pink cowgirl hat resting upside-down on her bed. It gave her an uneasy feeling of déjà vu. “Nah….” she said, dismissing the feeling. Getting up, she looked down and realized that she was naked. Not only that, she caught her reflection in a mirror and saw that her hair was fluffed out and tied into a ponytail. Another uneasy feeling hit her. “O-Okay….. that’s weird.”
Having showered and dressed, Jennifer walked into her kitchen to make her breakfast, as her maids all had the day off. As she took out a box of powdered pancake batter, she heard the distinct sound of a TV. She followed the sound to her living room where she was surprised to see all of her guests from last night’s party standing glued to her large plasma screen TV.
“Hey, guys, the party’s over! Why are you all still here?” she said, annoyed.
Hearing her voice, the crowd all turned slowly to Jennifer with pale faces and lifeless eyes. Jennifer was taken aback by their expressions. “What,” she asked, “….. is something up?” There was no response, so she decided to move to the TV and see for herself what the deal was. Jennifer was not even ten feet from the screen when she gasped in shock and ran right up to the TV.
“I….. I was kidding,” Maria said from in the crowd, shivering. “I-I-I didn’t think you would actually do it….”
Jennifer fell to her knees as the screen was taken up by the image of her and Saddam Hussein having wild sex on his large bed. The footage seemed to have been filmed from the ceiling. The more scandalous parts of their anatomy were blurred out, and a banner at the bottom of the screen read, “THE SHOCKING FOOTAGE: THE SINGER AND THE DICTATOR”. It was a Fox News exclusive story!
Jennifer felt her stomach turn, and she vomited onto her floor.
Well, let me know what you think! Comment please, and also send any other bits to the e-mail at the top. ^^
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