Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are 18 or above.
Prologue:
It was Emma's last task before her shift was over. It had been a long night, and she was really looking forward to it being over. She was working the graveyard shift at a swanky beach-front hotel, and the hotel had been packed because there was a fashion show happening. Supermodels and pop stars from all over the world had congregated in this town, and they were partying late at night. It was a rumor that the penthouse of the very hotel she was working at was being used for an orgy. The participants remained nameless, but that hadn't stopped rumors. Top of the list were Victoria's Secret Angels. Those girls knew how to party, especially the experienced models.
But Emma didn't care. She just wanted to go home, and crawl in bed with her husband, who would then get up in a couple of hours to get ready for his job. She looked at the floor number on the elevator panel. It said 22, she was 5 floors down from where she needed to be. The elevator kept going up, and within seconds she was on the floor. She was delivering a bottle of champagne to a suite. She reached the door and rang the doorbell. Emma heard someone shuffling beyond the door. Seconds later, it was opened.
"Good Evening," Emma said. "I'm here with your champagne."
The woman who opened the door was wearing a red silk rose, not of the hotel's. It was very short, barely went beyond her crotch. Emma recognised the pretty face she was seeing. The dark eyes, with brunette hair. It was a supermodel face. She couldn't remember her name but she knew it was someone very famous.
"Thank you," the supermodel said, with a Latin American accent, her honeyed voice must have made many men happy, Emma thought.
Just as she was about to close the door, someone walked out of the bathroom, completely naked. Emma's eyes widened. The supermodel didn't notice, but Emma got a good look at the naked man. She couldn't believe her eyes. She definitely knew who that was. His tattooed body, with blond hair, and a rock hard cock. Emma felt her pussy moisten, and she could feel a blush creeping up her neck.
"Hey Adriana," the man said. "Come here, baby."
Of course! It is Adriana Lima! Emma finally figured it out.
The door closed, not before Emma got one look at the naked man's ass. It was gorgeous, all hard and tight.
As she walked towards the elevator, one thought plagued her mind: Justin Bieber was fucking Adriana Lima.
Chapter 1: Earlier that night
Bieber was at a swanky nightclub, not enjoying the scene all that much. He had come with a couple of girls that he had fucked in the limo, and he had no plans to go home with the same girls he came in with. The club was filled with young, sexy and eager girls dancing to the beat, in clothes that barely hid anything. It was a nightclub scene that had lost all novelty for Bieber. He had fucked so many of these "club-hound" girls, who are there to party with musicians. Their whole aim is to get in the sack with some young and remotely famous person so they can brag it to their friends. He was tired of it.
Recently a jolt had been given to him when he started going out with Victoria's Secret models. That was some prime pussy. He had fucked Barbara Palvin and Nina Agdal, and it was terrific. Those bitches knew how to show a man a good time. But his eye had been drawn to the more mature models lately. Alessandra Ambrosio and Adriana Lima were at the top of his list. Both were in long committed relationships (hell, Adriana was married), but that had never been a hindrance for him. He had his share of married women, and what he had learnt in his brief life of infamy was: married pussy tastes sweeter. He had fucked his best friend's mom back in Canada just for the heck of it. His friend didn't know that Bieber had bent his mom over the dinner table and pounded her pussy until she passed out. He had then used his dad's t-shirt to clean his cock. There was no bigger thrill.
He had fucked Miranda Kerr after being done with Barbara and Nina. Miranda was a great lay. She was wild in bed. Who knew. She was a screamer, a getting-her-hair-pulled type. She loved dirty talk and her Australian accent made Bieber's grow harder than ever. He had loved fucking her. He had loved taunting Orlando Bloom even more.
Bieber smirked to himself, his mind playing reels of the night he had fucked Miranda. He desperately wanted to relive that experience. Just then, a gaggle of women entered the club. He saw people turn and look at them. They were around 6, 7, and were extremely sexy, dressed to the nines. Bieber recognised them with a giddiness he had not expected tonight. It was the Victoria's Secret MILF Parade! Adriana Lima, Lais Ribeiro, Behati Prinsloo, Lily Aldridge, Alessandra Ambrosio and Candice Swanepoel. These superhot, supersexy models had invaded the club. Since it was a fashion week in the town, it was not unheard of for models to pop in at famous clubs. It was partly driven by PR, and partly by desire to be at the hippest of places.
So, the models hit the dance floor and gave the younger girls a run for their money. Candice, who had background as a dancer, was extremely sexy on the dance floor, shaking her considerably sexy booty to the beat. Behati, who was married to a rockstar, was no slouch. She was gyrating like there was no tomorrow. Bieber felt his cock twitch. This was turning out to be a dream night.
He saw Adriana Lima and that's who he decided he wanted to fuck tonight. Adriana was married with two kids. That only added to the fun of conquering her pussy. Justin signaled to the waiter responsible for VIP area, and sent a drink to Adriana.
Then he waited for her to join him in the VIP area.
Chapter 3:
Adriana was glad she came to this club. She had been lacking some fun in her life lately. She had been a good Catholic girl her whole life, married sensibly, had kids, was admired all over the world for being one of the most beautiful women on the planet. She thought it would be enough. She did everything she was supposed to, and it wasn't. There seemed to be an itch that she couldn't scratch whatever she tried. This trip was a much needed distraction.
But there was one other reason she was glad she came to this club. She had decided this morning that she was gonna try something she had never tried before. She was gonna take a young stud back to her hotel room and fuck the daylights out of him. Even the thought made her pussy wet, and she had rubbed one out in the morning, lying in her bed, her fingers inside her panties, her other hand rubbing her nipple. Her supermodel lips eliciting moans of excitement like she had never before.
The club was in full swing. Young, sexy girls on the fringe of modeling circuit were there, trying to score with popular musicians. They wanted another famous dick in their pussy collection. Adriana knew those girls well. She was well past that stage. She didn't need to fuck anyone out of desperation anymore. She wanted to get laid tonight and she was gonna get the cock she wanted.
Her phone pinged, and she looked at the screen. It was her husband. She had told him that she would be out with the girls tonight. The text said, "Hope you are having fun ... but not too much fun ... ". The message ended in a winky face. Adriana rolled her eyes. She was bored of her humdrum marriage, the routine missionary fucking twice a week if they were in the same town. Not tonight. Tonight was gonna be some guy's best night of his life, Adriana thought. She replied to the message with just a kiss face (throw him a bone, and distract him). She smirked to himself and looked around.
The Victoria's Secret MILFs she had come in with were already paired with boys, and were dancing at various spots in the club. Candice was grinding her ass against a muscular Latino guy. Behati was "spanking the booty" of what looked like a college freshman in leather pants. Lais was surrounded by a gaggle of men, who couldn't get enough of her big Brazilian ass and tits.
Just then a waiter appeared beside her, carrying a drink.
"This is from Justin," he said. "He would like you to join him in the VIP area."
Adriana took the drink and looked at the VIP area. There sat Justin Bieber. Teen heart-throb. Rumor had it that he had fucked every eligible girl in LA. And some married ones too. Adriana's heart fluttered. More like her pussy tingled. Justin was not surrounded by his usual harem of girls, he must have shooed them away. Adriana wondered if this was his flirting game. This 20-year-old was playing games with the married MILF supermodel. Adriana Lima liked his balls.
She glanced at her friends who were being pawed by boys, and loving it. Lily Aldridge was getting her tit squeezed by a guy while another guy ground his crotch in her crack. Lily had become quite the cock-hound.
