The Euphoria of Zendaya

NOTE: All events in this story are fictitious and a work of sexual fantasy. The author of this piece has no relationship, personal or professional, with any of the celebrities mentioned.

Fall was nearly here, but I could still feel that California sun beating down as it fell over the horizon. I could feel the sweat beading down my forehead as I approached what was supposed to be my final stop on my vacation before returning home to Ohio tomorrow. And Club Demere was THE place to be. The known hangout spot for almost all of my favorite celebrities that I was hoping to get a major peek at. But first...I had to get in the long line. Almost everyone there was like me, average looking guys who were probably just hoping to score with a fitness model or one of the gorgeous women that were in there.

Three hours. That's how long I waited before I finally made it to the bouncer and he checked my ID, and let me in. The sound of the room was deafening as the music blared in my ears. I made my way to the bar and ordered a shot, drinking it and sitting there, feeling alone even though I was in a huge crowd of people.

My eyes peered over to the dance floor, filled with gorgeous, too beautiful for life celebrities. I could see everything from swimsuit models to actresses to singers, to a certain porn star I won't give away. There were so many beautiful women, all dancing and gyrating their hips, that I had trouble containing the already growing erection inside my pants. But I contained myself. I started to head up, going toward the dance floor and showing off my moves. I looked over, and two large, burly bouncers were already staring at me, ready to pounce if I got too handsy with the celebrities.

I heard a small tink, seeing a large cocktail glass drop down next to me.

"Another, the usual" said the small, petite woman near me. I saw her small brown fingers travel through her hair as she tapped the bar with the other. She turned around and I finally got a good look at her face.

Zendaya was there, smiling at me, or at least in my direction. She grabbed the full glass and took some sips, small pink lipstick on those lips accentuating her black skin and a tight dress hugging her slender frame. She showed off a peak of cleavage and the tight rubber-like skin on the dress traveled smoothly down her body to being just below her thighs. She moved too much and she was liable to show off her lady bits.

"Let me guess...tourist here to see the girls in their...natural habitat." She said as she knelt down near me. I could smell the sweetness of her perfume and strawberry lotion mingling as she got close. "You kinds disgust me."

"I'm...I'm just....I'm just looking for a good time. It's my last night on vacation." I replied, nervous she might think I'm a pervert.

"Oh I'm sure. C'mon, let's fucking dance." Zendaya said as she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. We squeezed through a huge crowd of men and women alike as she pulled me close, smirking as I felt her small hands, looking like a doll's against my fit chest, travel down my nice dress shirt.

I smiled at her, unable to believe what I was experiencing as I felt another woman's hand graze across my back, but my gaze returned to Zendaya quickly as I could feel the heat of her body emanating on me. She was definitely a bit drunk, but still in control as I saw her black hair sway back and forth as I saw her beginning to dance against me. I swayed my hips back and forth, looking just like a generic white kid who was way out of his element. But she didn't seem to mind.

"You're pretty cute for a tourist," she whispered to me as I felt her bare leg travel up my khakis and she played around with my shirt with her fingers. I could begin to feel her grinding against me, her body pressing against me as I looked down toward her frame. Her arms rubbed against me, feeling Zenday's torso against mine as her small breasts rubbed up my stomach to my chest filled me with excitement.

I bit my lip, pushing my hips back slightly not wanting to give my growing member away to Zendaya. But she didn't seem to care. I looked down again as she looked up at me, white teeth in the neon biting down on her lip as I felt a hand reach around and pull me tight against her. She was in control and I didn't care. The small ebony hand moved around and slowly began rubbing me up and down at my bulge. I let out a whimper of pleasure as I felt my cock becoming harder and harder with every rub of her fingers.

My hands moved around to her hips as she got as close as she could, grinding against me, the passion building between us as she continued to push her body into me. She was definitely light, I could have picked her up in one of my arms if I wanted to. I felt her small frame press itself, the purple tight dress barely covering her tits now, watching sweat bed down her face and neck. It was almost too much to take, I wanted to just pull the skirt up a few inches and slide into her then and there. Never, never could I believe that I would be here dancing with Zendaya tonight.

She breathed up my neck, the warm air making every nerve tingle as I felt her pull herself up to her toes to reach my ear. I felt the small tinge of her teeth biting my ear as she moaned directly into my eardrum. Pleasure spiked down throughout my entire body, making me barely able to control myself as I grabbed her waist, feeling her warm brown skin through the holes in the mesh that lined the back of her dress. Easier to rip off her if we get to go back to my hotel tonight. She moved closer to me, her hands heading up my neck and onto my face, our lips nearing each other, inches away from the contact I'd been fantasizing about since the moment I'd laid eyes on her in this club.

She pulled herself down, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the crowd on the dance floor to some secluded areas in the corner. I looked around, noticing even more people I'd seen previously as Zendaya nodded to a bouncer, who opened the curtain into the VIP section and she led me into her own private booth with several bottles of champagne lying in ice buckets.

"Greg, two more of my usual, and find out what my friend here was drinking and get him some of that." Zendaya snapped dominantly as she sat down next to me on a long rounded couch. The bass beat was still easily heard, but I wouldn't have to scream to understand her. Within a few moments the waiter came in with two more of the large cocktail glasses Zendaya had drank when I first met her and a couple of whiskey shots for me. I looked over to her, enjoying the liquorous concoction and smiling as her other hand ran itself along the outside of my pants sensuously.

"So...so are we..." I asked, afraid of the answer. I figured it would be no, so better to get broken now instead of later.

"Oh...if you're asking if we're gonna fuck, the answer is yes. You arrived just as I started to feel horny, so thank you for that. Nothing to do with you, but...you'll do for now." Zendaya smirked kind of teasingly at me as she reached into a purple shiny purse, one that matched up with the dress as she held out two blunts. "Want some?"

"Don't mind if I do," I said as I grabbed one and we both lit up. Feeling the high already taking over me as I took a few puffs, I looked over and seeing Zendaya relax as her black hair rested itself over the velvety surface of the couch, feeling her long legs against mine and her feet slowly caressing my ankle. I felt electricity firing through me with every touch as I watched her expertly smoke, enjoying the high as much as I was.

We had both finished, relaxed and enjoying ourselves as the weed took over. My arm ran around her slender shoulders as I felt her bare skin on her arms, peeking down at her cleavage. She must have known.

"Here, looking at this?" she said with lust in her voice as I saw Zendaya raise her hands, pulling each of the straps of her dress down and watched the silky smooth cloth peel off like a fruit, revealing her small perky breasts. But they were still perfect to look at as I saw her lick her lips, slowly at me as she ran her fingers gently around her own perky brown nipples.

My legs clinched, my body giving in to the sensual arousal of her breasts as she squeezed them seductively at me, before she reached down and quickly, ravenously began undoing my belt. I helped her, the leather straps flew away from my body so quickly it was like lightning as I saw her long but slender fingers undo the button to my pants and unzipping them. Zendaya reached behind me, my brown khakis sliding down off my butt to my knees as she watched my thick white cock spring out. Hearing a small moan escape her mouth and those lips of hers, I watched her as she arched up, pulling that long black hair back and then climbing down on the floor.

I looked down, her hands traveling up my bare legs creating sparks of pleasure as they inched closer and closer to my stiff erection. As those ebony hands moved closer, I could feel the heart racing, passion filling me more and more as both hands travelled up my shaft to her tip. She smirked at me, a crazy but lustful smirk, as I felt her painted fingernail slightly dig in, scratching across my head as her mouth opened. Pink lips slowly began to wrap themselves around the head of my cock as I looked and saw her two brown eyes staring straight into mine. Her right hand gripped around my shaft and began stroking as I felt her lips begin to suck.

Pleasure shot through me as I felt the tip of her tongue tease at the hole of my cock, flicking itself up and down as her lips maintained their steady grip. Her lips lowered an inch as I felt her spit cover itself all over my cock, creating an even higher sense of pleasure. As she pulled up a little, I felt her upper teeth dig in to my shaft, mixing pain with an intense pleasure as I gripped the sides of the chair breathing heavily. The pink tongue swirled around my tip as she looked up at me, her eyes never gazing away from mine as she lowered her head back down on to it.

My left hand began to explore all the curls of her hair as she lowered her mouth as far as she could, about two thirds down my large shaft. I heard her gagging on it as I explored the ridges of her scalp, moaning as she pulled up. I watched as drool ran down her lips to her chin, as Zendaya chose to lick up all of it and return hungrily to my cock. Her hands began to fondle and play with my balls, feeling them tighten up with every stroke and suck on my cock. She licked up and down the ridges of my shaft, staring straight at me as she took it with both hands, stroking quickly.

I struggled, Zendaya knew exactly how to hit my peak in all the right ways as she let go. I looked at my cock flop around for a second before returning still, like a miniature statue in the darkness of the VIP room. She smiled at me, mouth still covered in spit and drool from one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. I saw her legs begin to straddle on my sides as she climbed up. Her hands resting on my shoulders as she slowly lowered herself down next to my body. I reached up, pulling the skirt of her dress up revealing a small patch of black, but still neatly trimmed, bush and two small black fleshy folds of her pussy. I bit my lip as I felt her, nearly nude as I heard the fabric tear as it pulled up over her ass.

Zendaya kissed me, her tongue sliding in almost immediately as it swirled around my mouth. I grabbed her hips as she lowered herself down on my cock. Pleasure went through me like a bullet as I felt the suction of her pussy bring my cock directly into her. She was so small, I felt myself stretching her out as her moist walls wrapped themselves around me like a bandage, pulsating against me as I continued to mingle her tongue with mine. I could hear her moaning as my hands rested squarely on her ass. She slowly began to raise and lower her hips in a fashion that I felt her bouncing on my cock as pleasure continued to fill me. Her tight hole wrapped around me as she continued to bounce, finally changing rhythm and sliding her hips back and forth over my cock as she let go of my lips.

She arched back, her breasts on full display as my cock vibrated and pulsed inside of her wet hole. Small brown nipples jiggling as she moaned, her neck tilted sensuously. She thrust her head forward as her hair fell in front of her face, her beautiful visage obscured but her moans still audible as she continued her grind against me. I held her, my fingers digging in to her cheeks as every second intensified the pleasure of her body on mine. Returning to bouncing, her fingers reached around to the back of my neck, pulling me forward straight to her nipples, My lips cupped the tiny brown nub, sucking on them as my tongue danced circles around it. She let out a louder moan at the feeling of my mouth on them as she dug her nails into the back of my neck, forcing me down on her tits even more. I moved to her other nipple as the sweet taste of her nubs became accentuated by her perfume in a motion of ecstasy.

I was about to burst, precum leaking from me as she pulled herself off, I looked down to see my large cock covered in Zendaya's juices, as she returned to her knees, stroking me rapidly as I felt my huge orgasm about to explode. Her fingers perfectly fit around my shaft as her hand slid up and down, juices oozing between her fingers as she stroked, staring up at me with that same alluring lip bite I loved from earlier. Her hand continued to stroker, faster and faster with each moment, as her other hand ran up my leg. Her hair all a mess as she looked, never breaking sight with me as I reached my limit, finally exploding as white, hot, sticky ropes flew out of me and attached themselves all over Zendaya's beautiful face. She giggled and moaned in unison as she watched herself be splattered by a huge stream of cum all over her. It splattered from her eyebrows down to her chin, some of it even dripping down to her chest.

A couple towels were nearby, I could only assume for this very purpose as Zendaya grabbed one, wiping the cum from her face and smiling at me as she kissed me a few times. I started to get up, before she threw me back down onto the couch.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere," she started as she pulled herself back up. "I need to cum."

Zendaya climbed up to the top of the couch, her leg resting along the sides with her other leg down by my side for support as she instantly thrust her pussy directly into my face. I moaned as both her hands traveled through the scalp of my hair and pulled my entire head directly into her waiting moist pussy. It was so sweet and salty at the same time as my tongue traveled and explored her entrance, licking in circles and then up to her voluptuous clit. I could hear her moan as I noticed both of her legs shaking. I felt her more as I sucked on her clit more, my hands reaching up and squeezing her nipples roughly. I felt Zendaya getting closer, Her black skin slick with sweat as I saw her entire body covered. She continued to moan, louder with each flick of my tongue.

Her nails dug rougher into the top of my head, but I didn't care. Her entire body was shaking, pleasure filling her as I passionately ate her out. I felt her body quiver against me, the walls of her pussy preparing for release as she moaned louder. It only took one final time, taking her full clit into my mouth and sucking it, and she finally released. I felt her juices and cum dribble down my face and chin, sweetly smelling as she collapsed on the couch next to me. She convulsed for a few seconds before regaining her composure. Zendaya smiled as she handed me a towel to clean my face off, kissing me one final time.

"Thanks for the great time babe, now, get dressed, head out the back. Oh, and Greg's going to make you sign a waiver that you won't ever tell anyone what you did to me. Understand?" Zendaya pulled the dress down, the rip showing off her ass slightly still. She also covered her tits again as she took another drink, heading back out to the dance floor.

Sitting there for a moment in awe, I couldn't believe it. I fully expected someone like her to use me like that, and I didn't mind, but damn, that was crazy. Greg walked in, the bouncer probably still at least twice my size. Sure enough, there was a legal NDA that covered everything that had happened since I'd entered the club. I signed happily, not that anyone would believe me anyway.

The next day I was seated on the plane, flying home with the California coast disappearing in the distance, what a vacation. I need to plan a trip to that club once again, soon too.