Note- This story is total fiction and has no basis in reality.
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If you want to know what Kaley Cuoco looked like this very night, open a dictionary and you should find a picture of her next to the word ravishing. Kaley had enjoyed herself enormously in New York City when she had attended the Annual Tony Award Ceremony at Radio City Music Hall. It had been fun and thrilling but now tired, but exhilarated at the same time, she retired to her plush hotel suite in the Plaza on 5th and Central Park. With all expenses paid Kaley had found herself in a one bedroom King Suite on the fourteenth floor.
"Oh my, look at this!"
The stately and expansive suite had a king size bed, spacious living room and large master bathroom. The rooms were separated by sliding doors and the bathroom had mosaic floors and walls with a gilded floral motif. The wet bar was marble and all fixtures were 24 carat gold plated. She fell onto the bed and nearly fell through the ultra soft mattress. The heady mix of the event, the adoration of the fans and not least the champagne, made Kaley giddy with delight. With her beau, Karl, back in L.A. she felt lonely and horny, comfortable in her own sensual body.
"I could get used to this."
The blonde actress had spent the entire day on her hair, make up and dress. She had her hair up and pinned to the top of her head with the front sections left out to soften her radiant face. A braid across the front top acted as a headband. Her eye shadow was the sultry, smoky look with a classic red pouting lip. The slinky Christian Siriana maxi gown she wore was in a bright red chiffon with thin spaghetti straps and a daring plunging low V neck, designed to turn heads. She kicked off her Jimmy Choo red strappy heels with the buckled ankle strap and four inch rise and reached for the antique telephone.
"Room service? Hi, could I have a bottle of Moet and Chandon sent up right away? Thanks."
Within a few minutes two persons arrived in the suite. A white gloved butler with a silver tray with champagne bottle and flute, and a younger looking gentleman.
"Miss Cuoco, delighted to be of service, I am Gareth, the maitre d'hotel. I am available to serve you in any way."
Clean shaven and stylishly groomed Gareth looked to be around thirty years of age. His blue eyes were clear and had a slightly downturn edge to them. The tailored fit two button, single breasted jacket made him appear immaculate, and the Langham creased trousers looked decidedly snug in the crotch.
"Pour me a glass, would you?" She said in a confident air.
The butler did so and handed the champagne flute to Gareth who brought it to the bed where Kaley reclined in what could only be described as flirtatious. Big green eyes gazed at the men and her plump lips were moistened as she slowly licked them, the upper first and then the lower. Her head rested on her hand as she curled up on her right side, her toned and bare legs bent at the knee. Her dress had hiked up to her upper thighs and her left buttock was brazenly visible under the chiffon. The two men were in no doubt either that Kaley had forgone wearing any underwear and a tantalising glimpse of her smoothly shaven Mons pubis was plain to see.
"Could you make him leave?" She pointed to the butler.
Gareth shooed the butler out as Kaley got up and stood on wobbly legs. She drained her glass in a single gulp and held her hand out for a refill. The composed hunk reached out and held her steady in strong arms as she fell forwards slightly.
"I might be a teensy weensy bit drunk," she slurred, index finger raised.
"I've got you. Could I put you to bed?" He asked sincerely.
Could you? She thought as she inhaled his intoxicating cologne. Absolutely. She leaned in closer and lifted her face to kiss him on the mouth, her left hand snaking around the back of his neck. He returned the kiss and pulled her to him and welcomed her searching tongue. Only five feet five in bare feet she had to go on tiptoe to meet his face. As they continued to smooch she lifted her left leg to waist high and he placed his hand under her knee, holding it close to his thigh.
"Mmm." She moaned huskily.
She held his face in both hands as they French kissed urgently, lost in the moment. Her upper body pressed into his as he snaked up the gentle curve of the underside of her raised thigh and found her delectable rump as he raised her long dress up over her firm buns.
"Miss Cuoco, are you sure about this?"
"Positiff...positiblely...yes!" She said, slightly inebriated.
They shuffled to the large bed and they sat on the edge, still in each others arms.
"You're cute. You got a girl?" He shook his head. "Look, I don't want to be alone tonight. I'm so horny I want you to fuck me."
Right, he thought, Kaley Cuoco wants me to fuck her! As she bent forwards her dress strap fell off her shoulder and her big left boob slipped out, full and round. Gareth needed no urging and cupped her globe and presented the erect nipple to his lips where he sucked on it greedily. A pressure built in her loins as his hands caressed the curvaceous lines of her enhanced boobs. Her left hand fell on his growing stiffness under his tight trousers and he jerked to the touch, kissing her neck and throat as she tilted her head up.
"Yes, oh yes, sweetie."
Kaley's breathing became more ragged as his fingertips moved over her trembling flesh, both her tits now free from the flimsy confines of her expensive dress. In turn the ash blonde fumbled with his belt and fly and released his fully erect cock that throbbed in her fist. She wet her red lips and stared into his eyes and felt her heart beat furiously in her bosom. As he removed his jacket and undid his shirt Kaley pushed him backwards and brought her open mouth down on the heated pole that stood up proud from fine pubes.
"Oh, fuck!" He exclaimed as the hot blonde let out a warm flood of saliva that bathed his length. Kaley was poised on all fours, her dress draped around her midriff as she sucked on his blood filled knob, her mouth sinking all the way down his entire eight inches. His fingers tangled in her perfectly prepared hair, but refrained from messing it as he looked at the exciting sight of his prick vanishing between her glistening lips. Her huge tits swayed and bounced below her gorgeous body as she moved on her knees.
"Don't stop, don't stop."
Gareth leaned over her back and rubbed her anus and pussy and she hummed with delight on his boner. His position meant that his groin was pushed harder into her face and his cock head bumped on the back of her throat. Her lips bared back as she gagged but did not let up on her expert fellatio. She laid flat on her belly and extended her legs, her beautiful butt bobbing up and down and her feet happily kicking in the air.
"Fucking love your cock," she slurred as she dribbled onto his balls.
With her right hand she trapped his hose against his body and proceeded to lick up from the bottom of his scrotum very slowly along his shaft until she reached the head. Kaley flattened her tongue and then moved back down the underside, past the pulsing vein, all the way to his balls again. Her mouth opened and she took his left nut in her mouth and made tiny baby sucks while he groaned with astonishment. Then she let his ball out with a pop and repeated the same treatment on his right.
"Holy fuck!"
After a few more minutes of cock sucking Kaley yelped as she was thrown onto her back and his hands rubbed gently on the soft insides of her willowy thighs. He eased them apart and then hesitated as he considered the desirous cunt that revealed her wet slit.
