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I LOVE living in California - it's a place where dreams come..
🕑 Added 2021-01-13 20:23:21 +0000 UTC I LOVE living in California - it's a place where dreams come true with lots of faith, tenacity, and support. And I am SO HUMBLED to know that I have helped so many people achieve their dreamsπ California is famous for all its glitz and glamor, and I often smile when I recall my first experience of the Hedonistic Hollywood side of our Golden Stateππ¬π₯π Within weeks of moving to California I had started modelling and became friends with a FANTASTIC makeup artist. She moves in the A-List circles and had been given two tickets to the Oscars afterparty: and fuck was I thrilled(!) when she asked me to be her plus one.π We met at her place and dressed to the nines for the event - we consumed champagne and really got into the party vibe.πΎ The "Little Black Dress" is always suitable - I LOVE slinking into any tight dress that hugs my curves. Underneath I wore the full set: sheer dark stockings pulled tight to a garter belt, a bra that made my boobs look magnificent (the JOYS of a good fitting bra, boys!) and tiny silky panties, barely covering my excited kitty. I had my own makeup artist on permanent standby - and SHIT did she go to town: dark cat eyes, ruby lipsπ, flaming red nails - we were hitting the town in style. We were quite a hit at the Design Center, mingling with the big hitters and me swooning over many of the stars of stage and screen: gorgeous leading ladies in low cut, thigh high creations; men in trim tailored suits.π¦ I don't think we visited the bar once; whenever I turned around, my glass had been refilledπΎπΈ. #magic π I loved crossing over the red rope to the world of exclusive A-listers. We had all worked hard, earned our rewards, and I was up for enjoying the high life in all its glory. The party matured into squeals from the dancefloor, intense conversations in dark corners, and glimpses of flesh from writhing bodies under tables.π₯΅ Sometimes itβs FUCKING GREAT to be part of old fashioned debaucheryππΎπ My head started to swim with the excess, and I realized my glass was being filled to the brim. I expected to see the beam of a waiter, trying SO hard to keep his eyes on the job but instead was greeted with the intense eyes of - I have to be careful here! - one of the BIGGEST STARS I have ever met. I love watching his movies, and giggling with friends while weβre curled up in my bed, wishing he was there to "spoil my ending" and now he was inches from me(!!), pouring champagne into my glass and gazing at me as if I was the only person in the riotous room.π₯π₯π¦ A good girl never tells on what we spoke about but his tales were of parties, yachts, excitement and riches, and FUCK did his English drawl make me HORNY. π¦π A bad girl can however say what it led to.π Eyes never lie and he clearly sensed that I was mesmerized by him, and I could see that he'd lost all interest in anyone but me. We both put our drained glasses onto a passing tray, grasped each other's hand and left the bar area.π By now there were people everywhere, corners were populated by squirming bodies and tables strained to hold thrusting couples, threesomes- and I'm sure moresomes. We stumbled into the kitchen prep area, a few stammering waiters making a quick exit as we pulled each other close and devoured each other. π He pushed his tongue into my willing mouth as I explored his. My hands found the front of his pants as he found the inside of my dress. My lingerie had done its job all night but my panties didnβt survive this onslaught, ripped and soaked they fell to the floor as he dropped to his knees, pushing my ass onto the cold steel kichen area. There was no going back now; I was going to be prepared, served and consumed by him, and FUCK did I want to feast on him.π½π He lapped my kitty with the confidence of a well rehearsed expert. I bit my ruby lip, my eyes rolling back as my kitty screamed in appreciationπ¦ I was desperate to audition my own acting star right then and there so I pushed him back and maneuvered him onto the worktop. I unzipped and pulled down his pants and freed his dick from his designer boxers. Any audition was quickly over - this impressive man needed my full and award-winning performance and I WAS UP FOR IT. My tongue swirled, my lips caressed and my throat welcomed him deeply. His groans increased and my dipping head quickened. I could feel him tense and I sensed another presence. My dark eyes widened and I saw that the room was no longer deserted. Word had spread and we were attracting an eager audience of kitchen staff and A-listersπ².π¨βπ¨βπ¦βπ¦π¨βπ¨βπ¦βπ¦ Any apprehension that our performance was over was quickly shattered when I felt my leading man rise to the occasion. He withdrew from my eager mouth, lifted and turned me until I was bent over the shelf. He raised my tight skirt so everyone could see my stocking tops and suspender belt. My panties were a momento in someone's pocket by now and I had no defenses, and DID NOT WANT any.ππ His hard wet cock pushed against my pussy and he started to expertly thrust into me. Our audience looked on in awe, they knew they were seeing a 5-star performance and couldn't wait to see it unfold. I felt like I was being surrounded by a baying wolfpack, lapping up the excitement of the hunt and the feast and I wanted to give them a night to remember. I snarled as one onlooker got too close - this was a duet for me, a show that was not interactive. My partner was used to performing and thrusted like the pro he was. I lifted my leg and managed to massage my clit as he rammed me with increasing urgency. I rubbed, stroked and fondled myself until I could feel the familiar crescendo approaching. π¦π₯ He could feel the final reel was ending and withdrew his cock as I thundered my finish. His climax came and he left his mark on my gasping pussy, icing my kitty and the top of my stockings.ππ¦ We gathered our breath and stood, embraced, and with a wink, turned to our stunned audience. For a moment, I thought there might be a round of applause as we left our stage!π The rest of the night passed quickly, I found my friend and we giggled and screamed for the rest of the night. My raw pussy and wet stockings reminded me of my A-List encounter.π Occasionally I was approached by a face I recalled from my audience, clearly wanting a rerun. "Back off,β I had to say several times. "That was the main feature. I don't do sequels with anyone but my own leading actor". I couldn't believe how much confidence and belonging moving in thoise circles had given me. I LOVE being a high achiever now. FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS, my loves; there are rewards and riches to be gained! I LOVE writing these stories for you, I hope you love them too! Please tip if you want to read more stories like these.π Lots of party love! Nikole xoxo
