This is entirely a work of fiction. Massive thanks to Quilink for helping me with ironing out the errors in this one.

The night had been such a thrill for me. I was seated at a table filled with acting royalties, and I could barely contain my excitement. Brushing shoulders with the elite of Hollywood, was sure to be the peak of my life.

As the final award had been given out, the grand hotel where the event was being held, ushered the majority of us towards the main hall to continue the celebrations. I lost count of how many familiar faces I shook hands with. Then came the compliments for my original screenwriting piece, which narrowly missed out on one of those obtuse golden statues they hand out.

Having had one too many glasses of champagne, I stumbled out of the packed hall and into a secluded corridor. Whilst chuckling to myself, I walked and swiped across my phone screen and marveled at the ludicrous pictures that I’d taken.

Suddenly, I found myself lost. I could’ve sworn the hall was behind me a moment ago! To my dismay, I realized that the luscious red carpet and decadent walls all looked the same, as I searched for the bathroom.

What felt like an hour of searching, turned out to be five minutes of continued mumbling scorns of this maze-like place, until I saw the back of a woman, with a golden award in her hand. She didn’t hear me approaching, but I noticed that she was heading somewhere swiftly.

Before I could gain her attention, my stomach twisted in pain. What was meant to be a cry for help, turned into a gargled blubber, as I held my mouth. Instead, I chose to chase after her.

Turning the corner, I saw a white door slowly closing and caught it before it shut. When I barged in, I observed that the woman was at the sink, washing her hands. I practically fell into the bathroom stall with relief.

“This is the ladies,” the voice announced startled.

“I’m so – sorry,” I continued to relieve my irate stomach and felt renewed.

When I was through, I flushed the toilet and then walked out of the stall, where I stood in the middle of the room, mortified. I glanced at the woman and realized that she was leaning against the bay of sinks, arms crossed and a curious eyebrow raised.

Gasping in surprise, I discovered that it wasn’t just some woman though. It was Scarlett ‘fucking’ Johansson. The heat in my body traveled up to my face, and I must’ve lit up like a traffic light.

“I’m so sorry,” I began to plead, totally embarrassed. “I got lost and couldn’t find my way, then I saw you, and…”

“Thought you’d follow me into the bathroom? See, you’re not the first guy to do this. Thinking you can just waltz up to me, in here of all places, and try your best one-liner.” Scarlett pressed her brow down and chewed the inside of her lip, waiting for my answer.

“No. That’s not it at all. I didn’t even know that it was you. I just needed to find the bathroom. Honestly.” She wasn’t budging. “Look, I’ll go, alright.”

I took a few steps to the sink where I washed my hands, gargled some water, then used the single-use mouthwash, before walking away. Then she stopped me.

“Wait! You’re that writer, aren’t you?”

“Uh, I guess so,” I hoped I was the one that she was referring to, as I stood there awkwardly looking at her.

The muscles in her face relaxed, as she turned to finish washing her hands. “You should’ve won. I haven’t met many people that can write as you do.” The blonde bombshell shook off her hands and took up the towel, and dried her well-manicured fingers. “Perhaps you can have mine. On one condition.”

I was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, not sure what to do. “Which is?” I inquired eagerly.

“Give me your best one-liner,” she replied, as her dazzling blue eyes gazed at me through the reflection of the mirror.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and desperately rushed through my blank mind. And being put on the spot by Miss Johansson, of all people wasn’t helping. Having finished drying her hands, she took up the award, leaned against the marble counter top and waited. A smile began to turn up the corners of her mouth, as she watched me squirm.

“Times up, it looks like you’ve missed out, twice.” Her black heels clicked against the hard marble floor, as she sauntered away.

“Wait!” I blurt out. “You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line,” was the first one that came into my head and I ran with it.

Scarlett stopped, stared at me, and tilted her head, in wondered. I got a chance to fully observe her attire, as I’d rushed in here before and almost got thrown out. Through the haze of intoxication, I couldn’t focus on her.

A figure-hugging black dress hung off her shoulders, exposing the neck and chest. Her breasts had been perfectly squeezed and lifted to provide an eyeful and a long canyon, for you to get lost in. The lower half barely made it to her knees and defined her voluptuous wide hips and toned thighs.

The heat that’d done its best to embarrass me by collecting in my face, sunk through my body and started to rouse my cock. I could feel it throb and start to press against the inside of my pants and trousers. I shoved my hands in my pocket and tried not to fidget, without her realizing my excitement.

The Hollywood actress strutted over to me, having not so subtly eyed the bulge in my trousers. Now only a few inches from my face, she stared me down by leaning forward and puckering her lips. I’m mesmerized and mirror her movements. She stopped just as I felt the warmth of her breath on me.

“I’ve heard better,” she whispered, “but this — this I can work with,” as her hand caresses my trousers and cupped my hardening cock.

Scarlett took my hand and lead me a few steps back over to the countertop. There, fully in control, we swap positions and I’m allowed to rest against the solid marble. The blonde actress presses pressed her curves up against me, continuing to rouse me further with calculated strokes, over my now fully erect member. I’m astonished by how adept she was: unbuckling my trousers and shifting my pants to free my heavy cock, all with one hand.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Her petite hand gently rests at the base of my shaft, “you’ve certainly impressed me so far.”

“I’ll say. You just wait.”

Her eyes wandered down to my engorged dick where she delights in teasing her hand up to the tip and massaging in circles the swelling head. Still feeling the effects of the copious amount of alcohol I had consumed, part of me was still questioning if this was real.

Not wanting to lose myself in doubtful thoughts, I let my head lull back and enjoyed as Scarlett worked my cock. Her breasts were pressed hard against me. Her leg raised, and I felt the strength in her thighs, as she held onto me.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she jests, when she saw how comfortable I had gotten, “this works both ways.”

Scarlett peeled herself away and I waited for a moment in bliss.

“Now, it’s my turn,” I said flirtatiously. Standing, I took her by the hips, coerced her body against the cold counter, and replied, “you can watch.”

I pushed her against the sink and tugged at the bottom of her dress, barely able to lift it over her massive ass. I took in the view of how well-defined her cheeks were. They swallowed the thin, lacy black thong and I gently spanked one perfect portion and watched how the firm flesh rippled for me.

Scarlett coos and looked over her shoulder at me, when I knelt. I then peeled the lace down her legs, until it pooled between her ankles. The thin parting of her pretty pink lips was something that I’ll never forget.

Bringing my thumb to meet her flesh, I pressed it firmly against her clit, purposely making slow, small circles, repaying the favour for how long she’d persisted in teasing me. I watched on in delight, as she squirmed. Her legs tensed and her womanhood became slicker with her juices.

As much as I wanted to keep this up, it’s just as difficult for me to hold myself back. Gladly, I buried my face between her cheeks and stuck out my tongue, then continued by pressing the tip up against her clit.

Moving in slow circles, I constantly change the rhythm of my tongue. Scarlett’s moans progressively became louder. I spanked her again, and the sound echoed through the lavish bathroom.

Lapping up every last drop of her sweet juice, I glimpsed the weakness in her legs, and that’s when I stopped and smirked, “This works both ways, right?” I inquired with smugness, whilst I wiped my glossy chin.

Scarlett wasted no time in turning herself around and leaped onto the counter, then she yanked me closer. We locked lips and our tongues danced across each another. Inadvertently, my cock pressed and rubbed against her entrance, to which she responded by ushering me in closer.

“Come on then, you’ve earnt it.” Scarlett glanced at me with big round eyes, begging me to fuck her.

I obliged by guiding my cock in her pussy, until I was balls deep in her warmth. Scarlett’s head fell against my chest and she sighed and dragged her nails over my back. We took no time at all to discover a hard and fast rhythm.

Every inch of my cock had Scarlett falling deeper into ecstasy, as I pounded away on the actress. My hands found themselves not so innocently grabbing at her tits. Scarlett doesn’t take long to help me yank the dress down so that the black material was all scrunched up around her mid-rift.

Her popular tits were worlds better in person. The skin was soft, her nipples hard and they were easily more than a handful. I took each one into my hungry hands and molded them, squeezing and tweaking her hardened nipples, as I continuously fucked her brains out.

“Fuck,” Scarlett rasps, “I want you to bend me over again.”

Delighted to co-operate, my dick easily slides out and I watched on in joy, as she turned herself over to the position I had her in before. I heft one leg onto the counter and teased the head of cock over her clit.

“Enough teasing,” she begged, “just fuck me!”

I purposely continued to rub my cock against her entrance and leaned forward to caress my fingers through her luscious hair, before gently tugging it back.

With my heavy breath warming her neck, I whispered, “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” she affirms, “I want your cock so badly.” The shiver whipped up my spine when I shoved my thick meat back into her hungry cunt.

With a smooth thrust, I’m balls deep in her again. I pulled on her hair a little harder, so that her back arches to perfection. Quickly building up the same hard and fast momentum, Scarlett’s cries of pleasure were definitely gonna be heard by anyone beyond the bathroom door. I didn’t care, this was my only opportunity to rail this goddess of a woman.

Taking a hold of her firm ass, I cannot help but creep my thumb down, to press against her beautifully puckered asshole. She twitches a little, having not expected it, but settled back down. I pushed my luck further and managed to get the tip of my thumb in. This was nothing short of fantastic! I kept going until my entire thumb disappeared inside of her rosebud.

“Jesus, go easy on me,” she pleaded.

I released the tightening grip I had on her hair and she lay on the cold countertop. My thumb also retreated. Having had my fun with all Scarlett had to offer, I had an easier time reaching around to fondle her clit, as her leg was still open for me.

I got straight to massaging the engorged pink flesh with my two fingers and before long, I could feel the tension in the actress’ entire body. The leg she was standing on, began to quiver and I watched as her fingers gripped the rim of the sink in euphoria.

“Oh fuck. Don’t – don’t stop.” Scarlett was breathless when I maintained the power and position, “You’re gonna -.”

Barely able to string together a sentence, the star loses all control, and her body spasms. Her womanhood tightened as she orgasmed. I cut her some slack and slowed down, while she rode out the wave of ecstasy, currently addling her body.

It was a good thing that she was facing the other way, otherwise, she would’ve seen the huge grin on my face, from how proud of myself I was. Her hand reached back and pushed against my hip, urging me to stand back.

“For that, you get to choose where to cum.” When she turned around and stood, it took no time at all for my eyes to drop to her tits, which were still hanging freely. “No surprise there,” the actress smirked as she lowered herself to meet my cock.

I eagerly stepped forward, as she took my cock into her hand. Scarlett scraped a load of the juices off and started to lather up her tits, before returning and tugging on my cock.

“I want that big load all over them,” Scarlett pulled me forward and squeezed those huge globes together, “think you can manage that?”

The actress glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow and smiled, a rhetorical question I was happy to answer. Watching my dick gets swallowed up by Miss Johanssons’ tits, was just about the best thing to happen to me. All of it was.

Still, in awe, I started to thrust, one hand at my side and the other resting on the top of her head. Scarlett wasted no time in tilting her head down and letting saliva drop-down, further lubricating her beautiful tits, followed by sticking her tongue out to let the head of my cock press up against it every time I thrust.

My legs stiffened and I couldn’t help but fuck her tits harder. I grunted and groaned when my cock twitched and she delighted in knowing what was coming.

“That’s it, cum for me, cover my tits,” she begged with a low, sultry tone.

When she was finished, so was I. The first long, hot rope shot out, landing on her chin, and dripped down her chest, and onto the supple skin of her breasts. The rest followed on, plastering the area as she gently used her massive melons to massage my shaft as if trying to squeeze out every last drop.

“Mmm, good boy,” she quipped, using her tongue to pick up a strand or two and swallow the sweet nectar I’d exploded all over her.

I somewhat stumbled back, hoisting my trousers and pants up, trying to catch my breath. Scarlett did the same, leaning over the sink to clear off as much of my load as efficient.

“That was -.”

“I know.” Scarlett cuts me off, looking at me in the reflection of the mirror. “I’m going to need to head back to my room and clear this up. Want to give me a hand?”

“Yes,” I answered that question way too quickly.

She laughed and after some re-adjustment of her dress, she walked confidently out of the bathroom, with me in tow.