DISCLAIMER: This is an on-the-fly, un-edited piece of erotica. I haven’t written any in a while so I make no promises as to quality. Also, while this is about a real person (Julia Zemiro) it is fiction, and not intended as any kind of defamation. I would appreciate that if you want to post this elsewhere, you ask first. Cheers, smittenkitten/ladybrarian.

The show didn’t finish until almost eleven. I knew Julia would be signing autographs for at least an hour after that. She loved it of course, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t tiring after she’d spent most of the evening teetering around onstage in a short red dress and painfully high heels.

My phone buzzed on the glass coffee table of the hotel room. I picked it up and read the message: “Julia on her way upstairs”. Rising to my feet, I placed my empty coffee cup into the garbage.

Minutes later, I heard the door beep as Julia swiped her card to open it. I greeted her at the door with a soft peck on the lips and followed her through the suite until she dropped into the armchair with a sigh.

She gave me a withering look, and I dropped to my knees before her. As she held my gaze, her expression changed to one of mild boredom. Unceremoniously, she dumped her high-heeled foot in my lap.

I knew what I had to do. Carefully, I slipped off her red suede shoes, revealing angry red spots on her pale skin where they had pinched. I skimmed my hands gently across the inflamed skin, gradually increasing the pressure until I was firmly massaging her feet. I sneaked a glance up at her face, her eyes were closed, head thrown back in bliss.

Julia sensed me looking at her and smiled, leaning forward to ruffle my hair for a moment. Eventually she pulled me up from the floor, into her lap, and kissed me slowly, the jabs of her tongue indicating her ever-present desire.

She broke off the kiss after a minute. “I need to shower” she stated.

I rose from her lap, helping her to her feet. We went into the bedroom with the too neatly made bed and I unzipped her dress, my hands lingering on her shoulders as I pushed the straps off them. The sheath of satin dropped to the floor and Julia caught my hands, pressing them against her well-defined collarbones.

I stepped closer to her so my bare breasts were pressed against her back. We stood there for a good five minutes, relishing the warmth and intimacy of skin to skin contact, our breath slowly falling into sync.

Julia turned in my arms and my head dropped to her breasts. They were small, but I loved them. I traced my nose over the soft skin before capturing her left nipple in my mouth. Her grip on my shoulder tightened as I began to suckle, pinching the other pink bud as I did so. As I continued to alternate between her breasts, she found one of my breasts, kneading it with increasing frequency. Eventually she pulled me over to the bed, stealing a kiss before she lay back on the bed, commanding me to put on the strap on.

I watched her sprawled on the bed as I put on the harness. It made me weak at the knees to think of how soon I would be pleasing her. I put some lube on the large dong attached to the harness.

As I scuffled across the bed, Julia propped her hips up with a pillow, watching me sternly.

“Mistress, may I fuck you?” I asked in a plaintive tone.

“Yes, you may” She said, a hand straying to her nipple.

I positioned the dong amidst the sparse hair and began to push it in, slowly guiding it home with my hand. As I went to withdraw, her thighs clamped around my buttocks, urging me to hold in place. I could see her trembling as she relished every inch of the dong.

“Okay” she breathed, releasing her grip.

I withdrew as slowly as I had entered, giving her a last chance to enjoy the slow pleasure before I began to thrust.

Her cunt quivered at the loss as I withdrew all but the very tip of the dong from it. After a couple of seconds I drove it home with force, fucking her with hard strokes of average speed.

I was focused on what I was doing, but I could hear guttural moans falling from her lips. “Faster” she gasped, and I obliged. As she began to writhe beneath me like a fish on dry land, I held the dong inside her, smirking with satisfaction as she swore and cussed and eventually quietened.

She pulled me down on the bed beside her for a breathless, passionate kiss. Her fingers toyed idly with my nipples for a while before they settled on my stomach. I heard her breathing deepen and chuckled to myself when I realised she had fallen asleep without showering.

I buried my face in her ginger hair for a moment, inhaling the sweet scent of her sweat. Then I got out of bed, took off the harness and hung up her clothing.