Handjob from a pop star.

Sarah's legs were shaking as she tried and failed, more than once, to pick herself up off of Darien's cock and get into her feet. She giggled to herself. "You really know how to put it down," she said, smiling at her beau.

"Thanks," Darien said. He looked as though he didn't care at all about her compliment, but she knew that he was probably ecstatic on the inside. "So... are you gonna take care of this, or what?" He gestured to his dick, sticking up in the air as he slouched against the back of the toilet.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Impatient," she chided him. "Fine. But you're only getting a handjob, I can't ruin this makeup." The singer checked herself out in the little mirror on the door. Janelle's fancy makeup had held up so far, but there was no way it could endure finishing Darien off with her mouth. Not if she was going to do it right, at least.

"If I wanted a handjob I'd just have jacked off in the hotel room," Darien said. He had probably meant to sound like he was joking, but he obviously wasn't. "Cmon, just suck my dick. They're all gonna slobber all over you out there no matter what you look like."

Sarah was on her knees in front of her 'special friend' (they refused to say that they were dating, publicly or privately), her fingers running up and down his shaft. It was still so wet, and there was a thin sheen of white from her own 'cream.' Once, seeing that on a dick had disgusted her. Nowadays she didn't mind it so much. "But if you had been masturbating in the hotel room, you wouldn't get to hear the biggest pop star in the world talk dirty to you."

"Oh yeah?" Darien said. "Like what?"

Sarah took his dick in both hands, pumping it slowly. "Like how later, I'm going to pay you back properly for how you beat my pussy up." She batted her dark eyelashes up at him, really playing on the smoky eye that Janelle had given her. "How I'll kiss it, and lick it, and let you cum all over my cheeks while I suck on the shaft."

Darien groaned. He was at a loss for words.

"You'll get to enjoy the fact that the mouth that made Cheaters Never Prosper will be sucking you off," Sarah assured him. Her touch was gentle, but it wasn't her touch that would do him in. He was already so close. "Maybe I'll even bring out one of my concert outfits for you. Would you like that?"

"Grnngh," Darien grunted. His breath was shallow.

"Or maybe I'll tell you about the dirty little secret of Maisie's that I've been hiding from you..." Sarah refused to let him break eye contact. Her friendship with the Victoria's Secret supermodel was her ultimate ace-in-the-hole whenever she came upon a time when she needed to end things quickly with a guy. No one had ever been able to resist the thought of her at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

As she had thought, that was enough. Darien's dick twitched once between her fingers, and she pointed it down, into the palms of her hands. She didn't have time to clean the rest of her body properly and she wasn't about to make the same mistake as Monica Lewinski.

Darien's cum poured out of his tip and into her hands, coating her palms with his sticky white stuff. Thankfully, they had already teamed up to empty his balls once that morning, so his load was smaller this time-- more easily contained.

The guy was practically comatose lying there against the lid of the toilet seat. That gave Sarah the time to kick it up from her hands, insuring that they were clean, and to put her clothes back on: a pair of black, high-waisted Jean shirts and the striped T-shirt tucked into them. And her underwear, of course. Sarah Morris was not about to have her pokies plastered all over the Internet.

She gave Darien a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you back at the hotel room," she said. She left the bathroom without washing her hands.

"Hey," she said, smiling at the absent-minded woman wearing a media pass by the door to the women's washroom. A good pop star had to seem accessible to her fans, of course. Sarah knew how the game was played.