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1979	By : ShutMeUp Category: Casts RPF > Mork & Mindy Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1979
The studio audience stood up and applauded. Another episode of Mork & Mindy had just finished taping. Young comedic genius and star of the show Robin Williams took a bow alongside his beautiful co-star, Pam Dawber. As the cameras stopped rolling, Robin pumped his fist in the air and shouted "Whooooo!".Â Pam hugged him. "You were great, Robin. As usual.".
Robin smirked and looked down at the Denver Broncos Cheerleader outfit he was wearing. "Yeah... considering..." He turned his attention to the director Howard Storm, and said (in a camp voice) "Can I keep this, please? I just love feeling the air circulating around my legs! Whoo! I really just want to feel what it's like without underwear!". The cast and crew broke into peals of laughter. Pam was laughing so hard, she nearly doubled over. "Robin, stop it! It's bad enough you do it while filming, by the time we're done, I can barely stand!".
Robin ran a hand through his head of long, wavy rock-star-like hair. "Sorry, Pam. I'll remember next time. Next time I won't--- TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!" he totally caught Pam off guard, tickling her stomach. She playfully batted him away. He stopped and said "Aww, seriously, I'm sorry, Pam."
She wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, you sweet, funny man.". He hugged her back. She kissed him on the nose. "Well, same time next week!". She removed herself from his embrace and walked away, waving. "Bye, Pam!" he called back.
It's a good time to be Robin Williams. Being the star of a top-rated sitcom. Having a beautiful co-star. Being able to ad-lib, even if a lot of those don't get used in the finished take. Riches and fame... who could ask for more?
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Riches and fame... so much pressure. Pressure to do well. To make people laugh. And keep them laughing. To have them love you. Sure, you're doing well now, Robin... but what about when your five-season contract is up? Where do you go from there? Will you go anywhere? For crying out loud, you're playing a fucking alien!
Robin had to tell his brain to shut up. All this self-doubt in his head plagued him when he wasn't performing. But who could blame him? This second season was really half-baked. "A fucking Denver Broncos Cheerleader." he muttered to himself. "They dressed me up as a fucking Denver Broncos Cheerleader. As if that would help ratings? Pam as a cheerleader, sure. But moi? Monkeyboy? Fucking idiots.". Robin sat down in his living room and looked over at the bag of cocaine on the table.Â
No, not tonight. That stuff makes you paranoid. But I need it!Â
Robin snorted up the horrible powder and tossed his head back onto the couch. "God..." he muttered "God fucking damn."
He ran a hand through his head of hair again. Cocaine was completely fucking him up, but he couldn't stop. For some reason, it actually calmed him down, made him quiet. "Maybe I am an alien after all." he whispered to himself. After a few minutes of staring into space, he got up and decided to take a shower.
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As the water was heating up, Robin took a look at himself in the mirror.Â
"Who the fuck is this ugly-ass bastard?" he said. He looked in disgust at his huge nose, which still has some cocaine trailing from it. He wiped off the cocaine and looked at his hairy arms. "My god, I'm a Chia Pet.". He lightly touched the hair on his arms and took notice of the fact that it was all on the lower arms. He chuckled. "Mom always said that if I didn't stop doing it, I'd grow hair in strange places.". He noticed the water was hot, so he slowly stepped into the shower. He sighed. Maybe the water would help him relax.
Maybe you should have thought of that before you started on the goddamn cocaine.
"Shut up, brain." he muttered. He started shampooing his beautiful mane of hair. midway through, he giggled and started rubbing shampoo on his forearms. "If I'm gonna shampoo, might as well get it everywhere." He rubbed it into his chest hair, and started talking in a goofy German accent. "Ach, ja! Mein nipples have not been zis hard since zatÂ vinter ve invaded Russia!". He shampooed his stomach, and then he reached... down there. His cock was already hard from all that vigorous nipple massaging.... Robin knew what he had to do know. He gripped his dick and closed his eyes...
Pam Dawber... oh god, Pam... you're so fucking beautiful...
In Robin's mind, she was taking off her light blue sweater, unhooking her bra and revealing two small, perky breasts. Who cared if they were small? She said to him "Oh, Mork, you're the sweetest..." and leaned in to kiss him.
He started rubbing himself more slowly now... he wanted to make this last. "Oh Mindy..." he gasped in a sweet, soft voice. "OH!" He stroked the base of his cock gently with his left hand, and started working the rest of it with his right hand.Â
Pam was completely naked in his head now. Looking at him with those bright, shiny eyes. Legs spread invitingly, but not obscenely. "Fuck me, Mork..." she gasped...
Fuck me, Mork. Just the same thing every single groupie ever said. Mork, Mork, Mork. That's all they ever want. They don't know you, they just want the harmless little goofball they see on TV. And as far as ABC is concerned, Mork doesn't even have a dick.
Robin winced at the thought of any incarnation of him, even fictional, not having a dick. "Maybe they'll change their minds." he said to himself. "Maybe they'll give Mork a dick. Let him fuck Mindy..." Robin concentrated now... he wanted this fantasy to be more real. He stopped moaning "Mindy... Mindy..." and started moaning "Pam... Pam...."
"Robin..." she moaned inside his head. He imagined himself sliding into her... oh god, so warm and wet around his cock. He gripped his penis tighter and instead of just moving his hand, he started thrusting his hips, completely lost in his fantasy world. Joined with her, kissing her all over her face, caressing her all over as far as his hands could reach, as she kissed his neck and said "I love you."
Robin climaxed . He moaned in ecstasy as he came in several hot bursts, still imagining he was inside his costar. Coming inside of her felt like heaven, that one moment where you're totally lost and nothing matters. And she was coming too....
Wake up, Robin. You just came on the shower curtain.
Robin opened his eyes, and they immediately stung. He had forgotten that he hadn't finished shampooing his hair, and it was dripping down onto his face. "Shit!" he yelled. He washed the semen off his hands, then grabbed a washcloth and dabbed his eyes. He looked in disgust at the shower curtain. "God damn it!". He took another washcloth and wiped it off, and threw the washcloth out. "I really need to work on my aim." he joked to himself. He finished shampooing his hair, rinsed, and got out.Â
As he toweled himself off, he looked in the mirror again, but with a different perspective. He noticed he wasn't so hairy from behind. He looked at his own tight, perfectly toned buttocks and his muscular arms.
Maybe you're not as ugly as you think. After all, you have groupies. No, forget the groupies tonight. It's not about what they think of you, it's what you think of you. Forget the money, the drugs, the superstar angst.Â Where will you be after Mork & Mindy?Â
"I think I'll be going good places." said Robin to himself.Â He put on a white bathrobe and smiled. He looked at his sweet smile in the mirror and said. "I'm sure I'll be going good places.". He ran his hand through his head of freshly-washed hairÂ one last time before going to bed and dreaming of tomorrow.
Carpe diem --- seize the day.
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The End
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Okay, in case you couldn't tell, the parts in italic are Robin's inner thoughts.Â
I really pushed myself to write this, because I felt I had to. I had to break the boundaries and write some Robin Williams smut. ANGSTY Robin Williams smut.Â
This was my first smut story, in case you couldn't tell. I was nervous and I didn't really know how to write male masturbation anyway. I had to look things up! Any tips for better stories in the future will be appreciated.
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