Miley and Paris have one last fling before Paris has to leave. Miley invites me to the show and then backstage for more fun and games. A visit to her dressing room turns into an exceptional experience when Miley's assistant joins in.
Chapter 3
The three of us sat around eating breakfast. It was a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, grits, toast, Danish pastries, bagels with assorted spreads, orange juice and, of course, champagne. Paris had never experienced grits and wrinkled her nose. "I'm not sure I like this. They're so bland, and the texture is so...gritty."
Between mouthfuls Miley said "They're better with gravy, but you need to put lots of butter on them."
I added, with a glance at Miley "Some have been known to put sugar on them"
"Sacrilege!"
We moved out onto the terrace so Miley could smoke. The morning was chillier than the day before so we wrapped in our robes.
Miley looked around "This is a pretty nice place. One of the better ones I've stayed at. While I used my manager's card, I think they know who I really am yet have kept things private for us. You have no idea how sneaky some people can be to get close enough to take a photograph they can sell. They would have loved to have a shot of me letting that guy feel my ass last night. Anything to make me appear wild."
"You ARE wild, my dear," Paris commented. "But I know what you mean. They follow me everywhere, too. I even found one hiding in a bathroom once."
I shook my head. "I can't imagine living like that. But they miss the real you, each of you. Yeah, you know how to have a good time, but they don't realize how nice each of you is. Chris commented that he was impressed with how you treated the hotel staff. He said celebrities stay at his hotel often and seem to think they own the place, ordering people around and generally being rude, even trashing the rooms. Some don't even tip the staff for carrying their bags or bringing room service. You are generous, Miley, and I know you appreciate your fans, just not to the point of being smothered by them."
We went back inside, and Paris checked her messages. "Shit, I forgot I have a meeting with some TV people at four this afternoon. Let me check online and see what my options are."
Miley and I knocked off the last of the champagne when Paris reappeared. "I have a flight out at two. With the time change that will get me there in time. My manager will meet me at LAX."
"Wouldn't you rather fly on a charter?"
"This will be fine. I got first class. They're used to having celebrities in first and don't make a big deal of it, so I'll be okay."
"That doesn't give us much time to play, does it? Robes off!"
The robes were tossed over the back of the sofa and we headed to Miley's room.
Miley put a finger to her lips in mock contemplation. "Let's see, now. Paris, what part of him do you want?"
"Doesn't matter to me. I like it all."
"Then I'll take his cock. Doug, assume the position!"
I had an idea of where this was going, so I laid on my back. Sure enough, Miley took me in her mouth long enough to get me completely hard, then straddled me and lowered herself onto my shaft. Paris sat on my chest and wriggled forward until my tongue could reach her.
Miley alternated up and down with rocking back and forth. I used my fingers to spread Paris wide. The stretched labia got a good tongue workout and she moved her hips to bring my tongue to her vagina and up to her clit. I reached up to knead a breast, and used my other hand to reach around Paris to play with the Miley clit piercing. Paris showed signs of climaxing, so I brought my hands back to her vulva to use my fingers in concert with my tongue. Miley stopped her movement and reached around Paris to play with her breasts. She rubbed her hands over the nipples and breasts matching Paris' movement of her hips on me. Paris made a sort of whining sound that morphed into a moan. She shoved her hips forward and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her. I tongued her until she went rigid and flooded my mouth. Miley leaned forward and kissed Paris on the neck.
Paris, still in a bit of reverie, rolled off me and gently played a hand over the wetness between her legs. Miley resumed pumping and leaned forward so I could play with her breasts. When I couldn't hold it any more I filled her. She pumped harder and leaned down to kiss me as she came, pulsing around my cock.
When she finished she dismounted and asked Paris "Want to finish it?" Paris leaned over and licked me as I softened. Miley then leaned to Paris and kissed her. Paris drew back and licked her lips. "Mmm. I got a good taste of you on him. You do taste good, Miley.
"Have some more." Miley swung a leg over to straddle Paris, turned herself around and settled herself onto Paris' face as she lowered her head to Paris' pussy. Paris readily parted Miley and licked and sucked her way around the soft bare flesh. I could tell from Miley's head movements that she was going to town on Paris. I don't know how long they were at it, but Paris began to make grunting sounds and then moaned louder than before. I watched her thrust her hips up at Miley. Miley writhed, her pussy wiping on Paris' face. Her scream was muffled as she slammed her face down into Paris' pussy, almost screaming into her vagina.
Miley rolled off of Paris and the two of them lay with their eyes closed and chests heaving. Miley sat up first, and grabbed Paris' arm to help her sit up.
"Now you got a good taste. What do you think?"
"As usual you taste good, Miley, although it was a blend. Musky on the nose with notes of saltiness, a hint of semen, and a clean finish." We all laughed at Paris describing sex fluids like fine wine.
Paris sighed and went to her room to pack. Miley touched my arm. "Come to my show tonight."
"I've got to be at work tomorrow."
"Would a redeye get you in too late?"
"I do have some flexibility in my schedule. If I'm a little late I can just work a little later. We aren't on strict schedules. A lot of what I do is independent work."
"So, you can come to the show? You can have a backstage pass for after the show. I promise I'll make it worth your while." She ran her hand up and down my thigh as she talked.
"Jeez, I'd have to find a last minute place to stay. With a big show in town hotels will be tight."
"Stay here another night."
