Tonight Only
Starring: Sydney Sweeney
Themes: Seduction, Interracial, One Night Stand, Dirty Talk
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
Santa Monica, CaliforniaLights flickered in the darkness. Street lights blinked above the visible cars coming and going through traffic. The lights were easier to see from a window on the upper floors of the building. Headlights of cars could be traced in patterns, leading across the dimly lit roads in the black of midnight. The guests and employees of the Half Note Hotel could tell their stories of what boring things they witnessed gazing out of windows. For one employee, that was the only way to get through the long, winding hours without a phone on hand. The world moved in motion outside the building, while life felt much the same for someone stuck working a job they loathed. That was how Curtis Washington felt almost every day for the past few months.
A job like this earned good money but still felt like a dead end in life. At twenty-five years of age and with no education, Curtis felt as if he were going nowhere. Working night shifts at the hotel had given him a comforting sense of familiarity. The first job he had out of high school had a similar schedule in the wee hours of the morning. Here he was, a young black man out of Los Angeles, earning a living with a decent job. Yet despite that small success, it did not fill the empty void he felt within. Curtis could not shake the feeling that he was stuck in his situation and going nowhere in life. Every morning, he left work and went home to the same lonely apartment. Alone in the dark, he would spend hours online playing games and looking at models on social media. With no friends in this town, all he could do was study the lives of the many guests who came and went through this first-class hotel.
The Half Note had once carried itself with prestige in the decades gone by. The history of the hotel was displayed across the lobby walls with framed photographs of a lost era. Jazz was the music of choice for the original owner, who modeled a lounge room for bands to entertain guests. Those were the days of old, with no one currently working in management who was there to witness the glory of this once proud establishment. New coats of paint had washed away that old era, leaving the building a relic of the past. Only the name had yet to be changed. Whatever history the hotel had back in the day, Curtis found little interest in the place. To him, this was just a job to pay bills and get by in life. It was mildly amusing to him that despite all the changes to the club, every employee had to follow a dress code as if time had stopped in the fifties.
A black jacket fit snugly over a buttoned-up white shirt. Curtis remembered the first time he looked in the mirror at himself in this outfit, thinking how goofy he looked. Black pants matched the jacket, and the choice of a bowtie was offered. Tattoos had to be covered at all times. This forced Curtis to keep his jacket on, hiding the dark ink of a half-sleeve that covered his left forearm. He maintained a slim figure, with some muscles built up in his arms from years of gymnastics in school. His head was shaved, with only a small layer of hair growing at the top. To complement the lack of hair, Curtis liked to sport a trimmed mustache. He did not have to worry about that violating the uniform policy at this job. Every evening he drove to work, always parking his white Toyota in the same place reserved for employees. No one at the hotel wanted to park near the shiny, silver Buick, always in the right corner.
That vehicle belonged to the chief supervisor at the hotel. A man who had earned a reputation by his nickname of 'Mean Joe'. Curtis did not know a single coworker, current or past, who had anything nice to say about Joe. The tall, obese white man was known for singling out employees when he felt something was 'half-assed', in his words. Within his first week at work, Curtis had caught the man's attention when he walked around without his jacket. The sight of his tattoos led to a verbal scolding. Joe had a way of speaking in a confrontational tone, giving off the vibe of a workplace bully. One coworker suggested that must have been the only reason the owner of the hotel kept the man around. No one liked him. If this had been at a gym, someone may have scrawled nasty messages about him in the bathroom stall.
The most tyrannical part of Joe's supervision was his rule against cellphones. All employees had to surrender their phones upon clocking in. The man went so far as to build a large, transparent box to place them in and lock with a key. That was his way of taunting the employees by making sure that they would not have a phone to kill time during the long hours of a standard shift. Every phone was lined up with a name under them for each employee. The key to the box was given to whoever was managing the current shift. For Curtis, that often meant Laura. She was an older woman who showed much more leniency towards the employees than Joe. The cellphones could be used during breaks, but she still had to lock them back up due to the security cameras fixated on the manager's office. All emergency phone calls from outside the building had to be made to the hotel with a three-digit extension to reach the manager.
Like any other day, Curtis parked away from the space reserved for his boss. Upon getting out of his car and entering the hotel, he looked around to see how empty the parking lot was. Some guests checked in and had taxis or Uber services escort them away after they completed their stay. A handful of cars usually occupied the parking lot, if not more than ten. That was a different story tonight. An entire row was filled with fancy BMWs and Cadillac Escalades. Beyond those vehicles was another row with more luxurious-looking cars sitting in spaces. First impressions told Curtis that someone important must have checked into the hotel tonight. That still did not explain the sheer number of similar cars all parked together in a line. He would find out soon who they belonged to without needing to second guess. The outside of the hotel building had once been painted a bright yellow color. The sun bleached that into a faded cream color.
Beyond the vintage-styled front door were dark interiors with retro lamp shades on the walls and a front desk made of dark mahogany wood. This was only a hint of what was to come for guests with the elegant style of vintage furniture that awaited them in their rooms. Dark red carpeting contrasted deeply with the beige wallpaper visible from all four sides. The aesthetic of the hotel changed greatly beyond the black doors reserved for employees only. Not much thought was put into the work space other than a fresh coat of white paint. The tiles below were gray squares with a faux marble pattern. It looked cheap, unlike everything else offered in the hotel. Maybe that was the management's way of cutting corners on costs. Whatever the case, Curtis did not care as he stepped through the door to clock in at work. Laura sat behind the desk. The light reflected across her pair of prescription glasses as she smiled.
"Evening, Curtis."
"Hi Laura. You been here a while?"
"You know it."
Her fingers flew across a white mechanical keyboard, clacking loudly as she typed. Her red hair was pinned in a high ponytail, revealing her face with minimal makeup and brown eyes.
"You're on room service today. I hope you're ready for a busy night."
Curtis chuckled.
"That wouldn't have anything to do with all those fancy cars parked outside, would it?"
Laura quirked her eyebrows as she gazed up at him.
"Actually, yes. We have an entourage renting all the suites on an entire floor. They're having some kind of party."
"Oh really?"
She nodded at him before speaking again.
"Yes, does the name Sydney Sweeney ring a bell for you?"
"I don't know. It sounds familiar, but I'm not sure where I've heard that name before."
Laura chuckled.
"That was the same reaction Marvin had. He didn't know who she was, either. Her security claims she is some big movie star, but I don't know who she is myself!"
Marvin was another staff member, roughly around the same age as Curtis.
"I'm not saying I don't know. I mean, I think I know that name, but I couldn't tell you from where."
Laura snapped her fingers with her right hand before holding her palm out.
"I need your phone, please."
"I almost forgot."
He reached into one of his pockets and snatched out his phone. Laura took it, rotating her swivel desk chair to turn her back to him. Curtis did not care to watch her unlock the box and place his phone inside. It was only policy at work. If not for the camera in the room, he was certain she would have let everyone keep their phones while on the clock. It would have been nice to type in the name Sydney Sweeney in a quick Google search before losing his phone. Something about that name was still ringing bells in Curtis' mind. He was certain that he had heard the name somewhere.
"All rooms are checked out on the fourteenth floor. I'm sure Miss. Sweeney or one of her people will be calling room service for more wine soon."
Curtis nodded at Laura's words. This was the first time the hotel had been busy with an entire floor rented out. He figured it would indeed be a busy night since someone of fame had checked in. Despite the uncertainty of knowing who she was, there was still reason to be excited. Any other night, this would be a boring time on the job, watching the hours go by. Curtis had a feeling he would not be wasting his time gazing out of windows tonight. Floor 14 was directly below the residential suites and the penthouse at the top. It made sense for someone with deep pockets and an entourage behind them to pick the highest floor possible for their party. With twelve total rooms to rent, Curtis was left wondering just how many people were occupying each and every room. Judging by the number of vehicles parked outside, this entourage could have been up to twenty people or less than a dozen. Sooner or later, he would find out.
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2 HOURS LATER
The elevators to the hotel were decorated in a vintage aesthetic of black and gold interiors. To the untrained eye, it looked like something out of a bygone era, excluding the advancement in modern technologies. A golden needle moved up and down depending on how far the ride would take a standing passenger. The same could not be said for the elevator maintained by staff. Curtis felt the heat of the night within hours of being on shift, sweating in the small white elevator as he stood with a cleaning cart. So far, no one had called room service, leaving him to go do cleaning while another staff member waited by the phone. At any moment, someone would have to be calling for an order on the fourteenth floor, or so he would have thought. The service rooms restricted to employees only left so much to be desired. From the outside looking in, one would be led to believe this was a luxurious hotel for everyone inside.
That was not the same for the working staff. Budget cuts or the sheer carelessness of employees were often to blame for why their environment was not as fancy. Curtis did not care about that tonight. After he stepped out of the service elevator, he made a quick walk to a white door that needed to be pushed over to wheel the cart out. The path led down a narrow hallway, revealing closed doors on both sides. The doors were painted black with gold knobs and a peephole directly above the engraved golden numbers. A large window was on the far side of the room, with no blinds to hide the darkness of the night outside. To the left of the window was another narrow hall, with the main elevator reserved for guests. Shifts like this were ideal for going into unused rooms and dusting them. Curtis pushed the cleaning cart across the dark red carpet floor, studying the wallpaper on the left side. As he stepped further down the hall, the sound of music could briefly be heard directly above him.
Bass beats were heard thumping, along with the laughter of voices. He was standing just one floor below where the party was active. Hopefully, no one would complain about the loudness. The booming bass beats showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. Curtis could hear them in a slow, heavy rhythm. He was still unsure of what kind of music the beats belonged to. Hip-hop was an easy guess, but for all he knew, it could be any kind of beats. The longer he listened, the more curious he became about scouting this party upstairs. He continued to push the cart, making the wheels squeak in an annoying screech across the carpet. After reaching the window, he turned to glance down the hall at the main elevator. He took a moment to gaze out the window like any other night, trying to fight the urge to act on his instincts.
Deep down inside of him, Curtis knew that name Sydney Sweeney from somewhere. He could not visualize the woman in his head, but he had seen the name in headlines on Hollywood gossip websites. She was an up-and-coming actress. That was the little he knew of her. Nights like this did not come but once in a lifetime at a dead end job like this. He knew that if he wanted to be face-to-face with a woman of fame, there was only one chance to take tonight. Most people never saw the chances when they arrived at their footsteps. That was an old saying he believed in. Curtis saw this opportunity and had little fear of walking off the shift to go up the floor. All he had to do was wheel the car towards the elevator, where the security camera in the ceiling would not see him. His mind was already made up for venturing up to floor 14. After pushing the cart out of sight, he turned to make sure no one saw him as he quietly walked to the elevator.
There was no need to begin second-guessing his choice. Curtis made his mind up the minute he decided to venture one floor below the party. He stepped into the fancy elevator and pressed the button to go up one floor. It would be a short ride, potentially less than two minutes. With no real plan in mind, he decided to play this situation with a level head. He was going to walk that hall, playing it cool, calm, and collected. If he was told to leave, that was fine. He could simply take another walk to the elevator and resume his shift. For some reason or another, Curtis felt good about doing this. When the elevator doors slid open, the music was heard more clearly. His guess of hip-hop had proved to be wrong, as the beats definitely belonged to some form of modern-style pop music. Four men stood outside the hall, dressed in black pinstriped suits. They all turned to greet Curtis as he stepped closer.
"Hi, I'm with room service. I was wondering if Miss Sydney needed anything."
His words resulted in one suit-wearing man offering a friendly nod. The tall white guy appeared to be muscularly built under his suit. Curtis assumed there had to be a security team that accompanied her anywhere she went. This group of men must have been for that purpose. The man did not utter anything in response as he opened the door to one room and stepped in. The other bodyguards stood there and paid him no attention. A few seconds passed before the other man returned.
"You're welcome to ask if she has any requests. Step right in."
Before Curtis could step through the door, he caught a glimpse of the woman herself. Sydney Sweeney stepped towards him wearing a glimmering red dress. His eyes widened at the sight of her beauty. Her big blue eyes gazed back at him with a lovely smile that complimented her brunette hair. His focus was lost on her face when he immediately noticed the heavy cleavage visible at the front of her dress. Her breasts were barely contained thanks to two tiny straps clinging to her shoulders. He tried not to stare, gazing back at her face as he smiled.
"Hi there, you're with room service, huh?"
He nodded before replying.
"Yeah. I just wanted to come up and say hello. If you need anything, I'll get it for you."
Sydney stood merely inches away from him. She smirked while studying his face. The actress seemed to know precisely where his curious eyes would be roaming to. Within seconds, Curtis was looking at her cleavage a second time.
"That's sweet of you to drop by. From how you're dressed, I was beginning to think someone paid for a male stripper to visit me tonight."
She quirked her eyebrows while resting her hands on her hips. Her statement was a complete surprise, causing him to blush. Curtis tried to laugh it off as he watched her take a step back.
"If you wanna come in, just shut the door behind you."
For a party, she seemed to be the only one in the suite. Curtis shut the door behind him as she turned around. In the living room, a bottle of champagne and several empty goblets sat on a wooden refectory table. All the suites had the same brown couch, red rugs, and beige wallpaper. A wide-screen television was embedded in the walls with wooden lining to complete the decorations. The left side of the living room led into the kitchen. The right-side walkway led to the bedroom. Curtis had seen these rooms hundreds of times, so he knew better than to expect anything out of place. He maintained his focus on the actress. He watched her sit down on the couch in front of her empty goblets and bottle of champagne.
"So what's your name?"
"Curtis."
Her blue eyes shot up at him as she leaned over the table. Once again, he had a perfect view of her cleavage if he desired another look. Curtis managed himself as she replied.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Curtis. I'm flattered that you want to take a break from work and come up here to see me. I take it that you know who I am?"
"Uhhh, yes and no."
That response made her drop the smile. Sydney leaned up on the couch as she waited for him to speak again.
"Your name sounds familiar, and you certainly look like someone I've seen. But I can't say for sure I know who you are."
She raised an eyebrow while glaring at him for a moment. Curtis continued speaking.
"I've never been in the same room with anyone who is famous. I wanted to know how that felt."
"If it's a selfie you want, I don't mind taking one for you."
Curtis shook his head.
"No, I can't do that. When you clock in at this place, you have to give up your phone to the manager. That's their way of making sure we don't get distracted, so they say."
"Wow, really? That sucks."
"Yeah, tell me about it. I would love a selfie, but I can't get one due to that."
Leaning back on the couch, Sydney smirked at him. Curtis stepped closer.
" Do you mind if I have a seat with you?"
"No, I don't mind at all. Would you like a glass of champagne?"
He shook his head to answer her question before sitting. Sydney's big blue eyes studied his body. There was something about the look on her face that gave Curtis the impression she was checking him out.
"So you really don't know who I am?"
"I want to say I do, but I really don't."
Giggling at him, Sydney smirked.
"I appreciate the honesty. You could've lied and said you saw me from somewhere. I knew that look on your face the moment you saw me. If you want to know who I am, I was in the show Euphoria."
Suddenly, it dawned on him who she was.
"Oh, shit! I know who you are now. You're that white girl from that show with the huge boobs!"
Just like that, Curtis could not contain himself. He blurted out his words without second thought. She laughed at him, nodding her head.
"Yeah, that was me!"
Her words were spoken with a level of pride, as if her facial expressions did not drive the point home enough. Curtis could see she was proud of her beauty and displaying a level of confidence he would not expect from a Hollywood star.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude."
"There's no reason to apologize, Curtis. I saw you looking at my boobs from the doorway. I know I've got it where it counts."
Sydney winked at him as she grabbed the champagne bottle with her right hand and an empty goblet with her left.
"Are you sure you don't want something to drink?"
"No, I'm good."
"You work room service. I could have you go downstairs and fetch us a fresh bottle."
"So where's the party? You look like you're all alone in this room."
She poured herself a glass, then set the bottle back down on the table.
"The other rooms are for my friends if you want to join the party. Something tells me that you'd rather be with me, though."
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
Raising the glass to her lips, Sydney refused to break eye contact with him as she took a slow sip. Her throat muscles clenched as she swallowed down the alcoholic substance. Moving her glass away, Sydney smirked again before speaking.
"I'll tell you what. If you can entertain me tonight, I'll give you a night you'll forget."
"Entertain you? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Use your imagination. I'm sure you can think of something."
After speaking, she got up from the couch and motioned with her hand for him to also stand.
"I'll give you an hour to come back with some wine and champagne for my friends. That should give you enough time to think of something."
She winked at him as a way of quietly saying goodbye. It was strange to him that, barely knowing this woman, she wanted to play the role of a seductress. Maybe she was impressed with his looks but did not want to say it outright. Curtis had the impression from this first chance meeting that Sydney reveled in her own status as a sex symbol. With her buxom body tucked in that red dress, she had a Jessica Rabbit look without the hair. After opening the door, he turned back to look at her.
"Give me some time, and I'll be back soon."
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2 HOURS LATER
Another journey to the maintenance halls was enough to delay Curtis' escape longer than Sydney wanted. That was if she truly wanted to see him again and was not simply building his hopes up to be let down. Two years had passed since the last time he had enjoyed the company of a girlfriend. Going that long without getting laid only led him to indulge himself in other ways. Tonight he had a chance to not only end that long drought but to also bed a woman of fame. Sydney had played her cards as a seductress, putting ideas into his head. Tonight had been slow for everyone working at the hotel. Curtis' shift was shared with two other people he kept a quiet distance from tonight. He did not want to be distracted by coworkers who would bring his mind back to the job at hand. Leaving the cleaning cart in a hallway had went unnoticed by anyone else on staff. That was one good sign that things were going his way.
A once in a lifetime event presented itself for tonight only. He understood the stakes at hand with skipping on work, but what did Curtis care? This was his chance to do something in his life that would never be forgotten. Of course, it could also backfire and all be a prank from the actress herself. To bed a celebrity was something he had always dreamed of. Plenty of men besides himself had that same fantasy, but he had the chance tonight. It was hard for him not to think about Sydney's big, juicy breasts. The most famous dresses were worn to be taken off. It would have been such a delight to see her peel off that red dress and reveal her voluptuous body. He had the chance to not only bed a beautiful woman tonight but one of fame. That was an accomplishment in life--to make anything happen.
As Curtis placed the last bottle of wine on a rolling cart, he thought about Sydney again. Sitting on top of the cart was a silver plate with a bucket of ice and four freshly cleaned goblets. He wanted to think that two of them would be shared between him and her. Why the need for two other goblets? There was no real reason other than to add more in a desperate attempt to impress her. Curtis thought of what Sydney had told him about thinking of a way to impress her. Delivering her wine would not be enough to impress her. He had to think of a better way. Curtis had never danced before in a suggestive manner, but he was willing to give it a shot. That was a testament to how badly he desired this Hollywood bombshell. When the elevator doors opened, he swallowed his breath before pushing the cart beyond the metal doorway and into the narrow corridor. The same bodyguards he met earlier were standing around in the hall. One of them offered a friendly smile and spoke.
"Miss. Sydney has been expecting you to return. I wouldn't keep her waiting much longer if I were you."
Music boomed from the rooms, leaving Curtis to guess which room the stereo was coming from. Soft beats played at a slow tempo matching the vibe of what he would expect from a club playlist. The bodyguard took a few steps backward and opened a door on the right side. Curtis knew to wheel his cart down the hall and into the open doorway, where the music had become even louder. Inside, Curtis saw several people in the living room of one of the suites. Women in black dresses and men in casual clothes. The living room was a mess, with several bottles of wine sitting on tables. Some people walked out of the kitchen, whistling and hollering.
"Room service is here! Finally!"
"Yeah, thank fucking god! I've been waiting on another bottle for hours!"
Two people called out before several others gathered around the cart. Curtis stepped back and caught a red glimpse from the corner of his left eye. Sydney smirked at him.
"Finally! I was beginning to think you'd never show back up. What kept you?"
Curtis smiled at her.
"I'm a working man with bills to pay."
That remark made Sydney giggle. She walked out the door, knowing that he would follow behind her. Once the door shut and they were in the hall together, Curtis let out a sigh. He was ready to speak, with only the audience of her bodyguards quietly listening.
"I thought about what you said. Are you still looking for some kind of entertainment tonight?"
She placed her hands on her hips and smirked.
"Yes I am."
" I just had some things to take care of first. I don't assume a woman like you would be paying me for any kind of service."
"I knew you would come back. So what do you have to offer me for... entertainment, as you said?"
"A private dance."
Sydney quirked her eyebrows and revealed her pearly white teeth in a seductive grin.
"I hope you know that I won't be able to pay you for that. At least not in the way a working man would expect on a check."
He blushed from how she teased him about his words a few minutes earlier. Sydney glanced at her bodyguards and nodded at them.
"I don't want to be disturbed for the rest of the night."
"Understood, Miss. Sweeney."
Two men nodded after one responded. Curtis did not bother looking in their direction as he followed behind Sydney. When she turned around, tiny pieces of her red dress glimmered and sparkled. She led him back into her personal suite. Curtis shut the door behind him as he heard her heels stomp loudly across the floor after she left the carpet area. The music was still heard in the distance. It would offer him a slight map to try and move his body to the rhythm once he started stripping. She began to giggle as they walked to the bedroom.
"I have to say, I'm quite impressed you decided to do this for me. I knew you would be back, but I didn't think you would give in to this."
Another giggle was heard in her voice before Sydney turned around from inside the doorway. She motioned with her right hand, twitching her finger to gesture at him to come closer.
"Come on in. Take off your shoes and get ready."
She turned her back to him and slowly slipped her red heels off her feet. Curtis saw the soles of her feet for a brief moment before the ends of the dress covered them. Every bedroom suite looked the same. Black sheets covered a queen-sized bed, complete with a black metal frame and headboard. The walls were decorated with fancy dark wooden panels, complete with a silver metal lining as a small piece of decoration. A black wooden nightstand had a vintage-style lamp on the left side of the bed. Over to the right, another nightstand sat with a basic digital clock, giving the time in red numbers. Sydney climbed onto the bed and rested on her side. She used her left arm to prop her head up, as if she were posing for him in this position. Curtis slipped his shoes off as she requested.
"I must admit. I never thought of this silly uniform as something to strip out of before. You've put some kinky ideas in my head."
Sydney smirked at him.
"Well, I'm happy to spark your imagination. I'm sure I can do that in other ways once you're naked."
He blushed at her words as he began to unbutton his jacket. That was always the first piece of his uniform he removed. Curtis slung the jacket to the floor and then pulled his shirt off to reveal his muscular, dark torso. Sydney grinned as she began to giggle under her breath.
"Don't forget your pants. I want to watch you take them off."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure that's what you want to see."
Still grinning, she nodded at him. Curtis knew he was supposed to be dancing, but she did not seem to mind that he was giving a strip tease again. The least he could do was play along to the beat of the music still heard in the background. After unbuckling his belt, he shook his hips to the rhythm of the beat. Sydney's eyes glanced down in anticipation for the grand reveal of his hardening black cock. The blue elastic band of his white underwear was visible when he tugged down his pants. Shaking his hips again, Curtis pulled apart the button with a thumping sound and slid the zipper down. His pants fell down to his knees, prompting him to quickly pull them off his legs and stand freely. Sydney did not utter any words of approval for this display as he stood proudly in nothing more than his underwear. His semi-erect cock was bulging in the front, just begging to be unleashed from the clothed prison containing it. He pushed his thumbs into his underwear, tugging at the elastic band.
She bit her lower lip while moving her right hand to pull on one of the straps of her dress. Curtis noticed this slight movement but concentrated his efforts on shaking his hips. He slowly tugged the underwear down, trying to move in sync with the beats he could hear. His efforts were unsuccessful at matching the tempo as he moved around. Sydney bit her lower lip, still waiting patiently for the grand reveal. When Curtis finally did pull his underwear down, her eyes became enlarged at the sight of his black dick flopping out. Her lips curved into a smug grin, flashing her teeth before she licked her lips. Even though he was not a dancer by talent, Curtis tried to make the most of his promise to dance for her. He continued to shake his hips as he felt his underwear fall to his ankles. His cock shook left and right until he grabbed it from the base with his right hand. He twirled his cock, trying to move it in a circle before it flapped left and right.
"Mmmmmmm, look at that. You've got a nice piece of dark meat waiting for him."
Sydney's voice had changed. Her tone dropped, giving off more seductive vibes than before. Curtis let go of his cock and finally stepped out of his underwear. He waited for her eyes to meet his before he spoke again.
"Since I'm naked now, are you gonna take that dress off?"
"Maybe, maybe not. I think your dick needs more attention than my dress right now."
Curtis stepped back as Sydney got up from the bed. He watched her fall to her knees. Her big breasts nearly spilled out of the top of her dress with the loose shoulder strap. She gazed up at him with her big blue eyes and smiled lovingly. There was something angelic about her appearance. That thought was immediately forgotten about when he felt her warm hands gripping his cock. Sydney stacked her left hand over the right as she twisted her fingers around his shaft. Curtis took a deep breath as he watched the head of his dick poke out near her thumb.
"Your dick is huge, Curtis. I wonder if I can stuff it down my throat."
"I ain't gonna stop you from trying, babe."
She grinned at him while removing her left hand. Curtis stood there and watched as her white hand jerked his big, black cock back and forth. The contrasting differences in their skin tones were clearly visible. Sydney continued to jerk his cock, stroking it back and forth with her right hand.
"Just want to make sure I've got you as hard as you can get before I'm ready."
Her hand was still pumping his shaft with each word she spoke. Sydney pressed her left hand against his leg, allowing him to feel her warm palm pressing against his skin. Her big blue eyes gazed up at him as she guided his cock into her open mouth. Curtis took a deep breath as he embraced the moment when this famous actress began to suck him. He moaned at the feeling of her tongue circling the head before she closed her eyes momentarily. Sydney moaned a muffled sound as she slid her hand to the base of his cock. Another moan was heard as she pushed more of his cock between her lips. Curtis figured that she was taking her time tasting his shaft. Sydney twisted her right hand fingers before she pulled her lips away and made a popping sound as she released his cock. He sighed and decided to taunt her in a low voice.
"What's the matter? Is it too big for you?"
Stroking his cock again, Sydney gazed up at him once more. She shook her head to answer his question.
"I'm just getting started. I'll give you one of the best blowjobs you've ever had if you can have a little bit of patience with me."
After those words, Sydney shoved his cock into her mouth again. She squeezed her right hand fingers around the base, just to make sure she had his complete attention. Curtis moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing deeper into her mouth. Sydney managed to get half of his length down her throat when she finally broke eye contact. She closed her eyes and concentrated on bobbing her head up and down. Her pink lips brushed against her index finger as she continued to suck.
"Ohhhhh, man. That feels so good."
As he moaned to her, Sydney began to twist her hand around his cock. Each time her lips met with her index finger, she twisted her hand to give him double the pleasure of her hand and mouth at the same time. Sucking noises became audible with each passing second as she continued to bob her head up and down at a moderate pace. She abruptly removed her right hand, now able to use both hands to press into his legs. Sydney opened her eyes and gazed up at him, still bobbing her head up and down. She came to a halt with his cock still in her mouth. Curtis groaned as he heard the gagging sounds her mouth produced as Sydney made an attempt to deep-throat him. She managed to force most of his cock down her throat, gagging and choking loudly on it. Curtis groaned as Sydney quickly extracted his shaft from her lips to breathe.
"I almost got it down! Give me another chance, and I will!"
The excitement in her voice was difficult to ignore. What he was witnessing from her was only the beginning of her lust. Sydney opened her mouth wide to stick her tongue out. She gripped his hard, black cock and then began to slap it against her tongue. Smack. Smack. Smack. After the third time, Sydney stopped. She resumed pumping her hand back and forth, wanking his cock again as she held it against the left side of her face and grinned.
"Don't worry. I can get it all the way down. But first, I'm gonna suck on your balls. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"You seem to know I'm not going to stop you from doing that."
She winked at him before lowering her head. Sydney tightened her fingers around his shaft, as if to tell him that it was still hers. Curtis closed his eyes and raised his head at the feeling of her tongue lapping across his hanging nut sack. She used her free hand to help herself by stuffing one of his balls into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. Suck on 'em real good, babe."
Curtis moaned at her. His voice was low until he growled after a deep breath. He could hear her gurgling and gagging on one of his balls. Sydney managed to get the other ball into her mouth. Her tongue lapped across them, rubbing them back and forth. The length of his shaft was stretched across her forehead. She did not forget to pump her right hand up and down, making sure to wank him as she sucked on his balls. Curtis gritted his teeth and growled a series of moans in sharp harmony. When she finally pulled his balls out of her mouth, Sydney licked them. Her tongue trailed from the edge to the underside of his thick shaft, rising all the way to the head. She focused her angelic blue eyes on him once more as she slid his cock into her mouth yet again. Her small hands pressed into his legs, showing that she decided that no fingers were of any use to help her this time around. Curtis braced himself for what she was about to do.
'Mmmm, mmmmmmm', muffled moans were audible for a few brief seconds as Sydney found a rhythm by bobbing her head up and down. She sucked his cock by the inch, pushing it deeper down her throat with each motion she made. Curtis exhaled a deep breath, focusing his eyes on her gorgeous face. Whether or not she would attempt to deepthroat the entirity of his length again was of little concern to Curtis. He stood there, enjoying this moment, as one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen was hard at work sucking him off. Sydney closed her eyes, promptly breaking eye contact with him as she pushed his cock even deeper. She slowed down, still devouring his shaft with each passing second. Curtis swallowed his breath as he came to realize what she was about to do. Excess saliva leaked from both corners of her mouth, with strings of saliva dangling. Her eyes were still shut as she pushed his cock as far as it could down the depths of her throat. This was a testament to her superb gag reflexes.
"God DAMN!!"
After his scream, Sydney pulled her lips back and released his cock from her lips. Several strings of drool dangled from his spit-soaked shaft back to her open mouth. She exhaled, breaking the strings after pulling her lips away.
"So you managed to get it all the way down without choking. That was pretty damn good."
"Pretty good? Is that all you can say about it?"
Sydney kissed the head of his cock. She let go of it and then used one hand to pull the other strap of her dress down. Her breasts spilled out to be revealed at last. Her nipples were erect, poking forward, and begging to be touched. Curtis watched as she grabbed her breasts and pushed them up. Before he could guess what she was about to do, she created a passage between her breasts and shoved them around his big, black cock.
"Ohhhhhh, man."
"You like that? You like how my tits feel around your cock?"
"Yes I do. You surprised me by doing this. "
She squeezed her tits tightly around his cock as she grinned.
"You don't have to lie to me, Curtis. I saw you looking at my tits earlier. Go ahead and tell me how bad you've been wanting them. I know you've been thinking about having your huge black dick right between them. Admit it!"
Instead of replying in words, Curtis responded with action. He began to buck his hips, driving every inch of his swollen shaft between her soft, firm tits. Sydney raised her head and closed her eyes for a moment as she let out a sharp moan.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah..."
Opening her eyes, Sydney glanced down to watch the head of his shaft poke upward with each full thrust. Curtis took his time fucking her tits at a slow pace. She spit on the head of his cock and then opened her mouth wide. Another moan was heard in her voice as she adjusted her hands over those lovely breasts.
"Mmmmmm, that's it. Just like that."
Her eyes remained locked on watching his cock push up and down between her tits. For once, Curtis wanted to gaze into those gorgeous blue hues while he was busy putting her rack to proper use. He slid his fingers over her cheeks and raised her face. Sydney gritted her teeth, giving him a look of hunger as she felt every inch of his cock pumping between her boobs.
"You like that? You like how my tits feel wrapped around your big black dick?"
She spoke in a low, slutty voice. Curtis did not reply as he began to buck his hips harder and faster. Sydney gazed into his eyes, speaking more words of filth.
"Fuck my tits! Fuck 'em hard with your big fucking black dick!!"
That was finally enough to get a reply from him.
"This is what you were built for! These titties were made to be fucked!"
Curtis moved his hands from her face as he continued to buck his hips, still driving his cock back and forth between her breasts.
"Yes! Ohhhh god, yes! I love it when I get my tits fucked! Especially by a big fucking black DICK!!"
The screaming of that last word had only made him thrust even harder. Curtis had lost his train of thought entirely, no longer caring if he blew his load. The head of his shaft poked her chin after a full thrust. He tried to maintain himself, slowing down a bit. Sydney lowered her head and parted her lips. Each time his cock thrust up, the head slipped between her lips and exited with a popping sound. Pop. Pop. Pop. After hearing that noise several times, Curtis gritted his teeth and groaned. He came to a sudden halt to allow Sydney to take control now. She resumed the action by pumping her tits up and down and leaning her head up. His eyes were greeted with her seductive smile once again.
"I told you I love getting my tits fucked!"
He was now at the mercy of her tits if Sydney wanted to force him into an orgasm this early into the night. Taking a deep breath, Curtis stood there and watched his cock disappear and then reappear with each full thrust. She pumped her breasts at a slow speed, making sure they could both enjoy this. As she began to slow down to a near halt, the actress squeezed her tits tightly around his pole as a drop of pre-cum oozed from the head of his pole. Sydney lowered her head and twirled her tongue around the head before letting go of her tits entirely. Her right hand grabbed a hold of his cock while her left arm moved underneath her breasts. Curtis realized what she was trying to do as she propped her tits up. Sydney guided the head of his big black cock to her left nipple. As she rubbed it, he felt the erectness of her areola poking against his shaft.
Once again, her big blue eyes gazed up at him. Sydney knew how to make the right facial expressions to tell him her desires without speaking any words. With her teeth barred, Curtis knew to expect something kinky from her. She continued to rub the head of his pole against her nipple. Her fingers squeezed it, milking out the few drops of pre-cum that smeared against her skin. Sydney alternated his cock to her other nipple. Instead of rubbing it, she playfully smacked his shaft against her nipple, beating it loudly to create smacking noises. She bit her lower lip, making soft purr sounds as their eyes met. Sydney was giving her best attempt at driving him crazy with this small bit of foreplay. When she finally stopped playing with his cock against her breasts, she held it forward and pushed it between her lips again. Curtis took a deep breath as she sucked the first few inches of his cock, bobbing her head up and down. Sydney only sucked for a few seconds. She extracted his cock with a loud pop and moaned.
"I have to stop myself before I become addicted. I could suck your cock all night long if I wanted to."
"I wouldn't complain about that."
"Oh, yes, you would. Imagine if all that time passed before you had a chance to fuck me."
She climbed off the floor, rising to her feet. Curtis finally had a few of those perfect big tits on full display. Before he could touch them, Sydney rubbed them against his bare chest as she threw her arms around his neck. Their lips met for a passionate kiss. It was funny to think that, through all this time, they had yet to share a kiss together. The moment of intimacy was brief and lasted merely seconds. After breaking the kiss, Sydney tugged the rest of her dress down. Glittering red sparkles were visible as it fell from her hips. She stood in only a pair of white panties until pushing those down to reveal her sweet, wet pussy. Curtis grinned at that sight. Not a single line of hair was visible above the pretty pink folds. Flashing her teeth in a devious grin, Sydney quirked her eyebrows in response to that look on his face. She turned around and climbed onto the bed, revealing her full buttocks to him.
"See something you like?"
Resting on all fours, her knees and palms sank into the bedsheets. Sydney glanced at him from across her right shoulder. She noticed his eyes were fixated on her booty. Biting her lower lip, she rolled her hips and began to shake her ass.
"What are you waiting for? Climb up here and spank this ass! You know you want to!"
Curtis had taken longer than a few seconds to stand around and admire her beauty. When he finally climbed onto the bed, Sydney crawled forward. She faced the headboard of the bed, with several pillows stacked against it. His feet sank into the blankets and sheets covering the mattress. He was afraid for a moment that the bed would be hard to balance. Sydney backed her ass up and rubbed it against his crotch.
"Come on! I know you're just dying to fuck me! Here's your one chance for tonight only!"
He spanked her ass with his left hand. Sydney let out an exaggerated moan in response to his touch.
"Don't worry, I ain't gonna pass up this chance. The only question is, which hole do you want it in first?"
She gasped, flipping her hair to glance beyond her shoulder at him. All Curtis could do was grin before speaking again.
"Oh yeah! I know a freaky girl when I see one! If you're freaky enough to put those tits to work, I imagine you also take it up the ass."
"You guessed right. Do you want to fuck my ass?"
That was a question she already knew the answer to. Whether Sydney was teasing or humoring him, Curtis still nodded to answer her.
"I'll pound this ass real good."
"Then go ahead and do it. Ram me in the ass with that big fucking black dick!"
His dark hands pulled apart the smooth, pale cheeks of her ass. With her dark hole in sight, Curtis grabbed his cock with his right hand and slid it directly up the crack. Sydney turned her head and closed her eyes. She raised her left hand, resting her palm beneath her chin. As she felt the head of his cock pushing into her ass, Sydney purred softly.
"Mmmmmmm, that's it."
Curtis groaned at the feeling of tightness around his dick. He slapped that ass again with his right hand as he began to thrust more of his length inside her. Sydney purred soft moans before whimpering. Despite how much he loved her breasts, the joy of ass fucking could not be understated for him. Booty was something Curtis loved immensely when it came to women. He watched his shaft slowly disappear as he made that initial thrust. She lowered her hand, now gripping the bedsheets with all of her fingers. Sydney swallowed her breath before speaking again.
"I'm ready. Go ahead and start pounding my ass."
Moving his hands to her hips, Curtis groaned as he began to thrust. He could hear her gasping and panting as the bed began to rock. Unlike the time when he fucked her tits, Curtis did not begin at a slow pace. He grunted at the tight feeling as he pounded her ass with his hard cock.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah!!"
She gritted her teeth, clutching at the bedsheets below. The metal frame of the bed began banging against the wall within seconds. Her breasts began to bounce, swaying around from underneath her.
"Ohhhhh god!! Ohhhhhhhh, god, yes!!"
Spank! His hand smacked across the right side of her booty with authority. Sydney did not react to that stinging touch. Her moans and cries of pleasure came as a result of his hard cock pumping in and out of her ass. Inch after inch of his thick shaft pumped until his balls were felt slapping against her thighs. She managed to take it all in while still maintaining herself on all fours on the bed.
"Ohhhh god, yes! YES!! Fuck my ass! Ohhhh, YEAH!! Stretch that hole out with your huge fucking BLACK DICK!!"
Just like that, she knew how to get the best out of him. When Sydney screamed those words, Curtis began to thrust harder and faster. He moved his hands away from her hips so he could watch the length of his shaft disappear and reappear with each full thrust into her booty. Her breasts were jiggling and wobbling in all directions. The sight of those tits shaking around was enough to distract Curtis to lean forward. His stomach brushed against her back as his strong hands found her tits from underneath. He squeezed them hard, smashing his palms against her nipples.
"FUCK!! FUCKKKKK YESSSSSS!!"
His movement had slowed down due to how he leaned forward. Sydney could feel his breath blowing down the left side of her neck. Her grip on the bedsheets slipped as she curled her toes. Curtis lost his footing and fell on top of her. His cock was still deep in her ass, allowing him to buck his hips and thrust a few more times. Sydney's screams of pleasure were muffled by her face getting buried in a pillow. He rolled over, pulling his shaft out of her ass to lay on his back. This freed Sydney long enough to climb up from the bed. Once she saw him lying on her left side, she quickly climbed over and straddled him. With her knees bent on both sides of him, Sydney was prepared to get on top. She reached for his cock with both hands, holding it upward as she hovered her wet cunt directly above it.
"Do it! I wanna see you ride it!"
From where he lay, Curtis had a perfect view of her voluptuous body atop him. He raised his hands to her hips, as if to guide her in lowering herself down on his big black cock. Sydney did not require any help whatsoever. She was in complete control as she slowly lowered herself down. The head of his cock sunk beyond those wet pink folds, sliding into her cunt. Curtis moaned at this tight, warm feeling. He could hear her take a deep breath as more of his shaft nestled inside her. With a faint moan, she whispered to him.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. I can feel you inside me. Your dick is so fucking big."
Moving her hands to his legs, Sydney balanced herself in preparation for this next act. She was going to ride this cock slightly arched backward. This gave Curtis a perfect view of her breasts, which would soon be bouncing in every direction. He slid his hands away from her hips, trusting that she had this completely under control. When Sydney bit her lower lip, Curtis knew what she was about to do. She rolled her hips, pumping his cock into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhh, god!!"
Her eyes widened as she raised her head and cried out in pleasure. Without interfering with her, Curtis maintained himself, lying across the blankets. The bed began to shake from the movements of her body. Sydney gritted her teeth, rolling her hips harder and faster. Curtis' eyes were locked on her breasts as they began to sway and bounce to the left and right. He wanted to lean forward and grab them, but he did not want to disturb this perfect position.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! Mmmmmmm, yes!!"
Closing her eyes, Sydney swallowed her breath and concentrated her efforts on controlling his cock. The size had made matters difficult, as she was barely balancing herself on top. Curtis was still watching her breasts move around when she suddenly slowed down. Her left hand slipped, causing her to fall and sending most of his cock deep inside her. That caused her to open her eyes wide and gasp. In that brief moment, Curtis knew he was best off taking control and handling this situation. He quickly began to lean up. His hands found a place on her silky, smooth legs. He raised her legs up to his shoulders, arching Sydney on her back as he rose to his knees.
"I want you to fuck me."
Her feet were arched over his shoulders in this position. Curtis had to hold her legs and maintain control. She was depending on him to do the job after declaring her desire. With a groan, he bucked his hips to drive his cock into her cunt. Sydney began to pant and moan as she slid her hands over her breasts. They shook around in the loose grip of her hands until she pinched her nipples.
"That's it! Ohhhhhhh, god! Yes!! Give it to me! Give me that black dick!!"
Gritting her teeth again, Sydney growled. A smacking sound was heard with every full thrust Curtis gave her. She pinched her nipples one final time before pulling her hands away. Curtis gazed down into her big blue eyes as she screamed.
"Fuck me! FUCK ME!!"
By this point, he knew that he would not be able to pull out until she reached her climax. Curtis knew what Sydney wanted through her facial expressions and tone of voice. He watched her close her eyes as he continued to thrust his cock into her pussy.
"Don't stop! Keep fucking me until I cum!"
Thrust after thrust rocked her body. Curtis took his time making sure his thrusts were hard, despite not being fast. He watched Sydney bite her lower lip. She purred soft moans while spreading her arms across the bedsheets. He knew from that look on her face that she was merely seconds away from finally having her orgasm. Her eyes gazed up at him as she began to pant and exhale deep breaths. This was it. The moment of no return had come with one final thrust. Curtis felt her pussy tighten around his cock. He began to pull out just as she reached that breaking point.
"OHHHHHHH, GOD!! YESSS, YESSSSS, YESSSSSSSSS!!"
As her legs shook and Sydney screamed, Curtis had pulled his cock from her cunt just in time. He knew that if he stayed inside her, it would only be a matter of time before he too reached his climax. Her legs fell to the blankets as he moved away from her. Since he had not blown his load yet, there was only one place Curtis wanted to do that. He stood on the bed and gazed down at her for a brief moment. Sydney motioned with her hands for him to sit down. The only place he wanted to sit was on her stomach. He lowered himself down and presented his big black cock to her once again. It was sticky in her own juices.
"I was expecting you to give me a creampie with how hard you were fucking me."
Curtis laughed at her uttering the term 'creampie'. There was something funny to him about hearing her say that.
"I almost did. But then I got to thinking, I want to fuck these tits one last time."
Sydney giggled.
"And then what? Blow your load all over my face?"
With a grin, he nodded his head to answer her question. That made two of them, judging by the smirk across her face. She moved her hands over her breasts, pushing them together to tease him. Curtis gripped his cock from the base, waiting for her to pull those tits apart to create a small valley between her mountains. She did not keep him waiting for long as she pulled her tits apart, inviting his cock into that narrow passage. The slick wetness of his shaft would make it easier to move back and forth between her tits. As soon as Sydney squeezed her tits together to hide his cock, Curtis began bucking his hips.
"Your cock feels so good between my tits. Mmmmm, yeah. I feel it going back and forth. Keep doing it, just like that. You love how this feels, don't you? You love how big tits feel around your big black dick? Tell me."
"Yeah! That's why I wanted to fuck these tits again!"
Closing her eyes, she giggled at him. Sydney could feel every inch of his hard cock pumping up and down between her breasts.
"I love it too. Every black cock I've sucked has also been between my tits at least once."
As he continued to thrust between her breasts, Sydney grinned. Her eyes locked on his face with no desire to glance away.
"You're lucky. You're the first one to fuck my tits twice."
Her words were almost enough to make him blow his load right then and there. She winked at him, causing Curtis to groan as he almost came to a complete halt. So close, his climax could be felt so near. He did not want to stop fucking her tits. This pleasure was too much. There was no better way to finish this night than by giving her a face full of cum. Still pumping his cock between her breasts, he groaned and then abruptly snatched his cock free. Sydney responded to this sudden movement by tilting her head up.
"Cum for me! Cum all over my face!!"
She closed her eyes and darted her tongue out with a loud 'ahhhh'. As Curtis stroked his cock, he aimed it directly above her face. Sydney spread her hands across her breasts and twitched her fingers in anticipation of the sticky reward she had earned. Curtis groaned as his face scrunched up. He continued jerking his cock as he began grunting and growling. The first wad of cum dropped onto her left eyebrow, drenching her closed eyelid.
"Ohhhhh, god! YEAH!!"
Another thick wad of cum splattered onto the left side of her forehead, streaking into her hair. Sydney wiggled her tongue, as if to tempt him into giving her something to swallow. A third wad of cum slathered across her forehead when he finally noticed her tongue. Curtis gave in, placing his cock on her tongue. He watched as Sydney enveloped her lips around the head. She blinked her eyes, slowly opening them as the cum trickled from her left eyelid. He gritted his teeth, groaning loudly as she milked wad after wad of cum from his cock into her loving mouth. She raised her right hand and pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop after she was done depleting him of every last drop of cum. Curtis was out of breath as he sat there on her stomach and watched her open her mouth wide. He got to witness his cum filling her mouth, mixed with her own saliva. She closed her lips and loudly swallowed it down.
"How does that cum taste?"
Sydney licked her lips before replying.
"Mmmmmm, delicious. You sure got me in the eye, huh?"
"Yeah. I guess I couldn't help myself."
He blushed while grinning at her. Curtis began to climb off her stomach when he had a moment of snapping back into reality. Through all this time of fucking her, he had forgotten about work and life. There was no telling how much time he had just wasted on the clock by spending his night with her. He was likely due for a stern talk from Laura in the manager's office. Taking a deep breath, he began to laugh as he fell back down on the bed.
"What's so funny? Are you too tired to get up?"
"No, it ain't that.
She climbed off the bed as the cum was still dripping from her left eyelid. It oozed down her cheek like a teardrop. Sydney turned to him, resting her hands on her hips as she spoke again.
"Oh, wait. I know what you're laughing about. You still have to get dressed and go back to work."
"Yeah, that's right."
Giggling at him, she waited before replying.
"I guess you need to come up with some sort of alibi to get out of trouble. I don't suppose your supervisor would go for a story that involved you fucking me and blowing your load all over my pretty face."
Curtis grinned at her.
"Oh, trust me. I ain't worried about that at all. I can make up some kind of story. Maybe one of your bodyguards saw me in the hall and offered me a tip to clean up some mess in one of the rooms."
She bit her lower lip, purring a soft moan.
"Tell them the tip was getting to meet a big movie star. Maybe they'll buy that."
Her reply was sarcastic, but Curtis did not hear it that way. Sydney stomped off to the bathroom to undoubtedly wash her face. He was left alone to gather his clothes and get dressed before he could finally leave her suite. Curtis did not know what to think about coming up with some kind of story to make up for however long he had been off the clock. Regardless of what his punishment would be at work, it was worth it. He did not believe this would be a fireable offense, but who cared if it was? Tonight was a memory he would never forget. It was the only thrill that had come from working this dead end job. For once in his life, Curtis felt like a winner after fucking a Hollywood bombshell and leaving her sticky and dripping in his cum.
THE END
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