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Unsure of what to do, you ask, "May I take your coat?"

"Sure." She says, seeming to have completely changed her demeanor.

You quickly reach forward to shed as many layers as possible from the blonde beauty. As you see what she is wearing underneath her body length fur coat, your jaw drops. She is wearing daisy dukes, showing off toned legs, and a short top that makes a great display of her midriff. You aren't worried at all that if she notices your staring, but you assume that she does notice. Granted, if she didn't want people staring at her, she definitely wouldn't wear that outfit. You notice a little sway in her hips as she walks away from you, losing herself in the aisles. You hang up the coat, and rush behind the counter so she doesn't notice your crazy hard boner.

"Anything I can help you find?" You say, hoping to stimulate enough conversation to bring her back into eyesight.

"Maybe, but I'm just looking for now." Paris says as she reaches the end of the aisle, entering back into your view.

"Okay, just let me know when or if you need anything." You politely respond.

You try and just look, but can't help yourself and slowly begin stroking your dick through your pants to the sight of the sex symbol. She glances over at you, and gets a giant grin on her face, as if knowing what you're doing. You can feel your face turning tomato red but the view is so much greater than your embarrassment, so you continue stroking your rod. Paris, still on the first aisle, no longer seems interesting in maintaining her facade, as she is taking more glances at you than she is the chocolate. Finally, as you start to feel the aproach towards your climax begin, she walks up to the counter. Reluctantly, you pull off your hand.

Paris walks behind the counter and right up to you then says, "Here let me help you with that."

She places her manicured hands on your chest, and as she bends lower and lower, her hands follow her, until they come to rest over the button on your jeans. You stare at the gorgeous celebrity as she gets the button off, with only the zipper stopping her. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the glass from the counter top. That's when you realize that she saw you jerking off to her the entire time! After the minor epiphany, you bring your attention back to the blonde, who is now staring up at you. At this point she's probably a good 1/2 away from your crotch, and without breaking eye contact, she extends her tongue, pulling on the zipper so it isn't attached to your pants. Once she gets it out, she leans forward and wraps her mouth around it, biting down and slumping down, pulling the zipper with her. Then she hooks her thumbs into the belt loops, relieving some of the pressure holding back your dick.

"Oh my goddd!" You moan as you get that much closer to getting a blowjob from her.

As your pants hit the floor, you are left in only your boxers, which Paris does away with in a similar method she did with your zipper. She snuggles her lips past the elastic waistband, and her upper lip grazes your dick as her teeth clamp down on the underwear. She pulls back, so you get a full view of your dick, which has a speck of bright red lipstick on it. As she maintains that position whilst staring up at you, you realize that she is making a request. You quickly reach in and pull out your dick, finally giving it the freedom it's been waiting for. She quickly slithers down, bunching your pants and underwear together. You step back and kick the purposeless clothing away. Now there's nothing in the way between you and Paris Hilton's lust fueled desires.

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