I spotted her across the VIP room at the afterparty, that blonde A-list actress everyone jerks off to. She was sipping champagne, tits barely held in a tiny black dress, and when our eyes locked she gave me that smirk like she already knew I wanted to bend her over. I walked straight over, no bullshit small talk. "You look like you need a real cock tonight," I said low in her ear. She laughed once, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me toward the back hallway.
We found an empty storage room behind the bar. She locked the door, shoved me against the wall, and dropped to her knees. "Show me what you've got," she said, yanking my zipper down. My cock sprang out hard and she wrapped her lips around it without hesitation, sucking deep and sloppy. Spit ran down her chin while she bobbed fast, tongue swirling under the head every time she pulled back. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, pushing until her nose pressed my stomach. She gagged but didn't pull off, just moaned around my shaft like she lived for it.
After a minute she stood, hiked her dress up, and bent over a stack of crates. No panties. Her pussy was already wet and shiny. I slammed into her from behind in one thrust, burying every inch. She was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. I pounded her hard, skin slapping loud in the small room. Each stroke made her ass jiggle and her moans turn into filthy grunts. "Harder, fuck me like you mean it," she hissed over her shoulder. I did, gripping her hips and driving in balls-deep, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back.
She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. Her pussy clenched tighter. I felt her cum, walls pulsing around my cock, juices dripping down my balls. I didn't stop. I kept railing her through it until her legs shook. Then I pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees again. She sucked me clean, tasting her own cum on my dick, before I hauled her up and bent her over the crates the other way so I could watch her face.
I shoved back inside her and fucked her missionary-style on the hard surface.
Her legs wrapped around me. I pinched her nipples through the dress and pounded deep, grinding my pubic bone against her clit on every thrust. She came again, screaming this time, pussy squirting a little around my shaft. That pushed me over. I pulled out at the last second and stroked my cock, shooting thick ropes of cum across her stomach and tits. She rubbed it into her skin with one hand while she kept fingering herself with the other.
We weren't done. She stood, wiped her mouth, and said, "My hotel. Now." We left separately but met in the parking lot. In the back of her blacked-out SUV the driver pretended not to notice while she climbed on top and rode me reverse cowgirl. Her ass bounced on my lap as she took my cock deep. I reached around and rubbed her clit until she came a third time, soaking my balls. I grabbed her tits and thrust up hard, filling her pussy with another load.
At the hotel she led me straight to the suite. We stripped the rest of the way and went at it on the bed, the floor, even against the window with the city lights below. She sucked me hard again, then I ate her pussy until she came on my tongue, thighs clamped around my head. When I finally fucked her in the ass on all fours, slow and deep at first then faster, she begged for it, pushing back to take every inch. I came inside her ass, watching my cum leak out when I pulled free.
By morning we were both sore and sticky. She gave me her number before I left. "Next time bring a friend," she said with that same smirk. I walked out knowing I'd just lived the dirtiest celebrity fuck of my life, and it was only the start.
