An adult stories – Hard Times in Hollywood by hewrite,hewrite It’s the headache that wakes me, an incessant dull pounding in my temples that drives away my dreams, ending my restless sleep and reminding me of last night’s mistakes. In this case, mixing too much champagne, liquor and beer at the premiere. Goddamn. I rub my face and groan; I just never seem to learn.
I know I’ve slept in quite a bit from the way the light filters through the curtains, but fuck it. I’d already planned on having a late night and cleared my morning schedule well in advance. I mean, I’ve just spent months shooting a summer blockbuster — doesn’t a guy deserve a chance to party and sleep in?
My head is throbbing, though. Perhaps I partied a bit *too* hard. It’s definitely not the first time…and probably won’t be the last, if we’re being honest. Fuck.
Aching for some relief, I cast aside the covers and start to lazily stroke myself, still half-asleep. I don’t know why, but I wake up hard and horny as hell whenever I’m hungover. It’s just one of those weird things. I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, at least it gives me something to do. Otherwise I’d probably just lay here and feel like shit, and who the fuck wants to do that?
So I go at it for a good little bit, teasing myself up to full mast, thinking about one of my co-stars and why we haven’t hooked up yet. Things are just starting to get good when a sudden sound catches my attention. I open my eyes and look up, glancing around the room.
The maid is standing there, staring at me.
Aw fuck. Fuck, I forgot to tell the agency not to send anyone over today. Shit.
She’s a petite latina woman with caramel-colored skin, young and pretty even in her cleaning scrubs, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her big brown eyes are glued to my Pringles-can of a cock, a flushed expression on her face that slowly turns to horror as she realizes my eyes are open, as she realizes she’s been caught with her hand down her pants.
Fucking great. Not again.
See, the hardest part about being a Hollywood heartthrob is getting some goddamn privacy. Don’t get me wrong, watching women just lose their shit at the sight of you is great for the ego, but it makes a lot of mundane things quite a bit more difficult. Going out is always an adventure, and hiring help can be tricky.
That extends to housecleaning. Now I thought I’d found an answer with this new agency, one that caters specifically to celebrities: supposedly the girls don’t know a lick of English, and they’re all new to the country, with little knowledge of American celebs. Thus in theory there shouldn’t be any problems, and I can go about my day without anyone gawking; for all they know, I’m just some wealthy dickhead who works out too much. Sounds great, right?
Well, clearly we have a problem here. Maybe she knows me from TV, or the movies, or one of those stupidass toothpaste commercials I did last summer. Maybe she just sees that I’m 6’4″ and shredded, with a piston for a cock and a penchant for sleeping naked.I don’t know, but fuck, this is not how I thought my morning would go. By now she’s frozen in place, looking absolutely terrified, her mouth moving but no sound coming out.
“Hey ummm…uhhh, hey it’s alright,” I say, gritting my teeth as my head throbs. I really don’t like the way she’s looking at me so scared like that — maybe she thinks she’s gonna get fired, or deported or something. I don’t know how things work at that agency…maybe I should.
She hangs her head, her eyes glued to the floor, her shoulders shaking as she backs up and bumps into the wall. She’s practically hyperventilating; it’s an awkwardass situation, and man I can’t help but feel bad for her.
“Hey, hey it’s okay,” I try again. “I forgot to tell you guys not to send anyone, it’s my fault. I won’t uhh, I won’t get you in trouble, I promise. I’m not mad.”
I’m really not — I’m just hungover, too hungover apparently to remember that she doesn’t speak any English, and can’t understand a word I’m saying. Dammit.
I rack my brain, trying to come up with the few words of Spanish I know. I really don’t have much, just some simple shit I picked up from clubbing in Cabo.
“Es…uhhh…es…okay?” Fuck I’m terrible at this, and the pain in my head is not helping. My awful attempt gets her to look up, at least — a shy, questioning glance, her gaze lingering lower for a split second.
It’s then that I realize I’m still holding my cock, the fucking thing throbbing in my grip. Goddamn. I glance down, and can’t help but laugh. It’s just absurd; the situation, I mean. What a way to wake up.
My chuckle earns a sheepish smile from her, and for what it’s worth she seems to finally understand I’m not upset. I’m relieved; for a second, I thought the poor girl was gonna have a heart attack.
Now I seem to have a new problem, though.
Those big pretty Bambi eyes of hers won’t stop drifting down between my legs — the big bastard there is practically hypnotizing her. I don’t know if it’s cause I’m famous, or fit and decent to look at, or if it has something to do with my size, but man that stupid fucker has a habit of getting me into trouble. It can be a bit of a chick magnet sometimes, whether I like it or not. I know it’s a dumb thing to complain about, but honestly the timing is rarely convenient; it’s really out of my control. I guess some ladies just like to look at a good dick…and based on the evidence here, I’d say my new maid is one of them.
The smile on her face grows, and her eyes take on a far off, dazed expression as she fixates on my fat member, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. Fuck. How do I always end up in shit like this? This is exactly the sort of situation I was trying to avoid.
Still though, she is a cutie. I’m not sure if she knows who I am, if she’s a fan or what but clearly she likes what she sees — and that gaze of hers is definitely doing things to me. And…well, it’s not like I have anything better to do. And this headache isn’t gonna go away on its own…
Aw hell. Here we go again.
I just can’t help it — her attention has me so damn hard. So I relax back into the pillows a bit and give myself a long, slow stroke, teasing at the head, just to see what she’ll do. Those big pretty eyes watch my hand the whole way, making my manhood strain. I pull at it again and she bites her lip, her eyes glued to my greedy monster of a prick…and man, I don’t need to know her language at all to understand that expression.
I’m almost at a loss of what to say, but fortunately a few more words of shitty Spanish come back to me. “Hey, mami…aquí,” I say, patting the mattress at my side and giving my best movie-star smile. That gets a reaction: suddenly she’s all demure again, twisting and turning and clutching her hands and giggling, acting as if she wasn’t just salivating at the sight of my cock. Her cutesy reaction causes me to twitch, making me think about how I might want her, making me think about how nice her little hands might feel.
She plays it coy, but I don’t have to call her twice; after a few moments she makes her way over and lingers shyly beside the bed, her face flushed. She fidgets and watches, mesmerized by the motions of my hand, her face lit up as I polish my ivory. It’s a turn-on I didn’t know I had, letting a lady watch me like this, and in half a second I’m hard as hell again, hotter than I have any right to be.
That makes two of us, it seems, for she’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame, bending over the bed for a closer look, coming unconsciously nearer despite her apparent apprehension. Her eyes never once leave my girth, her expression a mix of awe and arousal, and it’s not until I grunt in slow pleasure and pat the bed beside me again that she tears her gaze away, meeting my look and blushing furiously and wearing a small, guilty smile.
“Come here…” I urge. She doesn’t hesitate this time; she settles down amongst the bedding at my side, her chest heaving in anticipation, her look all at once shy and mischievous and excited.
“What’s your…nom…nombre?” I purr out between strokes, lazy in my pleasure, hoping she gets the gist of what I’m saying.
“Leti,” she says, giggling softly and chewing her bottom lip. She’s got a pretty laugh, a pretty voice, a pretty everything as far as I’m concerned.
“Mmm, Leti…that’s a cute name. I’m Tom.”
“I know.”
Well. So much for her not knowing any English. Or not knowing who I am, for that matter. Maybe I should give a shit, maybe I should feel misled by the agency or something, but at this point I’m feeling too good to worry, and too turned on to care.
I only get a moment to think about it before I’m distracted as she leans in further, licking her lips. She’s practically hypnotized, her big doe eyes fixated on that heavy drooling dick like it’s the one thing she needs most in the whole world.
“You like it?” I ask. She giggles and nods.
I incline my head. “You…you want it?” I ask, with a sly smile.
Her gaze shoots back up to meet mine, shining and eager but creased with subtle confusion. She tilts her head and shrugs and gives a slight embarrassed grin, apparently unsure of my meaning.
Man she turns me on; that shy little look could keep me hard all week. I reach over and take her hand in mine, running my thumb over her knuckles and guiding it closer to where I throb. It’s then that she gasps and covers her mouth, making a cute little sound, her eyes growing large with sudden understanding and lighting up with a certain sort of mischief.
“Mmm…sí papi,” she smiles, trailing her fingertips across my muscular thigh. “I want.”
*That* gets me going, and my girth strains as she catches on, as her cool hand makes contact with me for the first time. She purrs in her throat, her look so seductive as she feels the heat of me, as she tries to wrap her little latte-colored fingers around my thickness. I stifle a groan as she does, her touch so soft and light against my rigid length. She strokes it once, slowly, hesitantly, and I can barely fucking contain myself.
“Mmm…fuck.”
“Is…is good?” she asks, her breathing heavy, her cheeks a rosy pink.
“It’s good,” I say, laying back as she gives a glad grin, as she starts to stroke with more confidence. Her free hand shyly drifts across my big full ballsack, her petite fingers striving to encircle my base, and just like that I’m in heaven.
“Mmm, qué grande papi. I like.”
I smile. Shit man, I could lie here like this all day — she’s so sweet and eager to please. My headache’s even started to go…who knew my hangover cure was here in the house the whole time?
I exhale in pleasure, letting her work. Hoping for just a bit more relief, I reach over and crack a window, collecting a lighter and joint off my nightstand. Leti watches me with interest, never ceasing her movements, my meat flexing unconsciously under her languid care.
When I light up and offer her some, though, all at once her eyes grow wide and worried again, and she shakes her head emphatically.
“No, no…señor, no. I…no,” she stammers, suddenly scared like she was before. I’m taken aback — and here I thought I was being polite. Then realization hits, and I frown in sudden understanding.
“Ah fuck. They probably drug test you, don’t they? That’s bullshit.”
She doesn’t say anything, she just watches apologetically while I throb in her grip.
I take a deep drag, a couple uncomfortable questions starting to bounce around in my head. Why’s she so afraid of getting in trouble with these people? And how well do they actually treat her? I mean, their business basically advertises that all their workers are brand new immigrants…how much are they being taken advantage of? How much are they getting paid?
Suddenly I’m annoyed, both at myself for not looking more into this, and at this company for seemingly being shady as shit. The whole thing is just super sketchy now that I think about it.
I inhale again, the pleasant tingling of my cock bringing my attention back to the matter at hand. Leti resumes dutifully jerking me off, and as I watch her work I suddenly have an idea. It’s not a great one, as I’ve started to get high and I’m halfway through a handjob, but it’s an idea nonetheless.
“Hey, uhhh…” Fuck, there’s no way I’ll be able to explain it. Unsure what to say, I suddenly spy my phone on the nightstand. Dammit, why didn’t I think of that before? I snatch it up and start to translate.
‘I like you, but I don’t like your company. I want you to work for me direct. I’ll pay you more than them.’
I show it to her, pull out my wallet, and set a few big bills on the bed. Her eyes grow large at the sight of them, and even larger as she reads my translated text. A slow smile starts to spread across her pretty face, and without hesitation she reaches for the joint.
She takes a deep drag and nods, an excited grin growing as she does. Then she sinks down and exhales smoke all across my meat, before taking the fat purple head into her mouth and giving me a wink.
“Oh shit,” I gasp, nearly nutting right there.
She’s pleased with the offer — she makes that more than obvious as she starts to enthusiastically slurp on my dick, keeping eye contact all the while and moaning for me half in Spanish.
“Mmm…qué rico…mmm papi, I like I like.”
Fuck it sounds good hearing her say shit like that. She alternates between sucking and smoking, and man I just let her go. She looks like she’s having the time of her damn life, and seeing her happy makes me happy. Not to mention it feels fucking amazing.
“Goddamn that’s good. Keep going baby,” I groan, laying back and enjoying the moment, watching her ponytail bob as she starts to take me deeper. She’s not a big girl, and I’m kind of huge — there’s a limit to how far things are gonna go — but she more than makes up for that with enthusiasm. Before I know it she’s gagging herself on me, half my dick down her throat, her pretty eyes tearing up and making my toes curl.
“Oh fuck…oh my fucking god,” I gasp, right on the edge of an earthshattering orgasm. She splutters and smirks as she comes up for air and starts to lick me luxuriously, teasing me with her tongue, gradually going lower so she can suckle my big balls while stroking at the tip. She’s fucking amazing, and if I knew she was gonna treat me this well I would’ve offered her more. Maybe I’ll be sleeping in more often from now on.
“There you go sweetie, there you go. I’m gonna give it to you,” I pant as she works, stiffening up and ready for release. She’s got me so damn wound up the room is practically spinning, and as she murmurs against my nuts I hit the point of no return. I stop being able to speak coherently — all I can do is gasp as she gargles my balls, and then with a full-body tremor I start to shoot my load all over the place as white-hot pleasure sears through me.
Leti laughs and coos, milking me for all I’m worth, teasing burst after burst out of my body, and by the time I can see straight again everything below my waist is a cum-covered mess. She giggles and grins, streaks of my seed splattered across her scrubs and hair, a great goop of it dripping down the back of her hand. She doesn’t seem to mind — if anything, she seems turned on, watching in amusement as my semen slides across her skin.
“Is good?”
“Is good,” I grin, letting out a great big breath, accepting the joint from her and re-lighting it, basking in post-coital bliss. My headache is history, my hangover gone — I feel like a million fucking bucks. It could be the weed, it could be my new maid, but either way…what a start to the day.
Leti watches with interest for a moment, her eyes hazy and red. Then she shakes herself out of it, wiping her hands off on her scrubs and gesturing for my phone. I pass it, and she starts to translate something.
‘I work for you now? What you want me to do?’ she shows me the screen with a quirk of her eyebrow.
I look her over — there’s cum all over her clothes. Suppressing a smile and still feeling a bit worked up, I start to type and show it to her.
‘I want you to clean the rest of the house. But your outfit is dirty, and besides, you don’t work for them anymore. So I want you to take it off.’
She gives me an amused look of disbelief, raising that eyebrow again. I smile and shrug, setting a couple hundred more dollars down on the mattress and sliding them to her.
It’s her turn to shrug as she collects the money, fingering the hem of her shirt. “Sí papi,” she says with an innocent smirk, and starts to pull it over her head.
I can’t help but grin.
Fuck. What a way to start the day.