Back in 1989 I was very young, impressionable, and I'd just moved to New York City to pursue a dream of being in theater. I had just turned 17 and was lying about my age (18) so I'd be able to lease an apartment in Manhattan and I also wanted to be taken seriously, like an adult would. I was about 5'5", blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and big tits. I met a lot of people out in the crazy world known as the Big Apple, among them was a friend I'd become acquainted with named "Take-Out Menu", a Lower East Side avant-garde noise musician, who was well aware of my love of theater because I just wouldn't shut up about it. What can I say, I was in love with a glorious dream and nothing could stop me. That is until one fateful, unforgiving day. Like I said, Take-Out Menu knew how much I loved theater and asked me one day if I wanted to go take the tour of the NBC network at 30 Rockefeller Center where they shot the greatest sketch-comedy show of all time, Saturday Night Live. How could I say no? I just imagined all the advice I could be given by some of the greatest comedic veterans of the stage. Also my pussy immediately got wet daydreaming what it would be like to meet Dana Carvey in person. When we got there, the tour took us to watch a short dress rehearsal that starred Nora Dunn which I totally laughed out loud uncontrollably because she was a huge influence on me. Lorne Michaels was there, and when he saw me laugh, he motioned the sketch to be cut immediately. The crew then dismantled the set and put up the new one, which was nothing but a king sized mattress. I eagerly smiled as I pondered what kind of hilarity could be up next, which I'd hoped involved my dreamboat, Dana Carvey. Lorne Michaels then looked over at me and asked "Sho how do ya like your vishit so far?" to which I replied "Like it? I LOVE IT!" Then that's when it happened. "Did somebody say Lovitz?!" announced an eerily familiar annoying voice. I turned in horror as Jon Lovitz stood before me naked, stroking his enormous rock hard dick and eyeing me up like a glazed ham on Christmas. "Well I think you know what that meansh," Lorne Michaels said as he looked on at me in pity and disappeared into the shadows. I looked around, the cast, the crew and even Take-Out Menu and the tour were all gone. Just Jon Lovitz and my wet gaping pussy. It was inevitable, I was going to have to bow down and service a very hard, throbbing, unfunny Jon Lovitz meat master. Jon Lovitz then walked up behind me and cupped one of my big tits as his other hand crept down my dress to my clit. "What do you think of THAT hmmmmm?" he asked as I moaned heavily, overcome with that which was The Lovitz. I could feel his massive cock pressing against my ass and I knew right then and there that I needed it in my mouth. I got down on both knees and forced his cock into my mouth, down my throat, as deep as it could go. "Nnnn....eehhh. Oh!" he cried. "Oh my god, I think I'm going to cum!" Jon Lovitz shouted matter of factly after 11 seconds of deep unremitting throat penetration. As he was heaving his fat gut as high as he could, sweat poured down his hairy, doltish body as he yelled into the dense studio air, with great acoustic resonance "YEAH THAT'S THE TICKET!!!!" He came so hard I could feel it slip directly into my esophagus and I began to gag relentlessly. As I laid there, used, abused and trying to catch my breath, Jon Lovitz turned to Lorne Michaels and proclaimed "Neeyeeeh well then Lorne, same time tomorrow.......I suppose.......hopefully, goes better than it did today........BUT I must be going HOME now!" Needless to say I never pursued acting or theater after all was said and done. My dreams died that day, along with every single one of Jon Lovitz's one million sperms as they digested slowly in my stomach, spewing poorly written punchline after punchline until imminent death.