The Party (Pt. 1)

Julianne Hough was in the kitchen of Maria Menounos’ main house. Dressed in a midriff baring halter top and yoga pants, she hummed a happy, non-descript tune while fixing a pitcher of Sangria. Although the sprawling home was more than sufficiently air conditioned, it was another hot day in LA, and she felt the fruity, extra strong tonic would refresh just perfectly.

After pouring herself a tall, chilled glass, she padded on bare feet across the cool tile floor and settled into an ultra-plush, oversized chair in the garden room. She could hear the shower still running in the master where Maria was cleansing herself of the soil from her earlier activities. She’d already showered once at the hotel, but that was just the preliminary. She needed to get deep in her holes and make sure that all the spunk that had been deposited there was gone. She didn’t need to get pregnant, and Julianne didn’t want her on birth control.

Tucking her feet underneath her tight butt, the blue-eyed dancer took a long sip of her beverage then booted up her phone. Hopefully, the guy’s that Maria serviced a few hours before left a rave review that would lead to more work for her, and more money for Julianne. It only took a couple of taps and scrolls to get where she wanted, to Maria’s Only Fan’s page. There it was. 5 out of 5 stars, eggplant emojis, and the opinion “more than worth it!”. She smiled.

But there was also a private message. “A new customer” Julianne whispered to herself excitedly, then clicked on the subject line. As she read, her smile broadened and she found herself unconsciously rubbing her moistening slit. “Fantastic” she answered herself, typing a reply then draining what was left of her cocktail.

As she stepped out of the shower, her entire body flushed from the hot steam, Maria Menounos reached for a towel and caught sight of herself in the wall of mirrors. Naked, shapely and sexy. She turned slightly on the balls of her feet to lift and better display her fleshy bottom. She understood now what all the fuss was about, but it took Julianne to show her and get her to accept it. She was a piece of ass. Swiveling back, she shook her shoulders causing her soft, 32C breasts to sway and jiggle, their dark brown nipples getting hard as erasers. Twisting them between her fingers, she felt a need beginning to grow between her legs that was all too familiar.

Towel drying her mane of wavy, brown hair, the former TV host did the same to the rest of her body before applying a light moisturizer to her legs and feet. Because Julianne preferred it, she was now also sporting a landing strip which she trimmed then applied just a touch of perfume to. The final touch was when she slipped into the sheerest babydoll nightie with matching thong in the palest lilac color she’d ever seen. She hoped Julianne would approve.

Maria strode slowly but confidently into the garden room until she was in front of her owner where she stopped. Julianne closed the page she was looking at and turned her attention to the Greek beauty above her. “Mm. You look delicious, baby girl” purred the blonde, smoothing her palms over the swells of Maria’s generous hips. “Come sit in my lap.”

The one-time red-carpet hostess was pleased to see that Julianne was in a happy, loving mood for a change. Those were few and far between since their relationship shifted from lovers to master and slave, so the 44-year-old cheerfully obliged. The chair was big enough so that Maria could sit and sling her legs over Julianne’s lap to the opposite arm, allowing the DWTS pro full and easy access to her body. Julianne placed her phone on the table next to her empty glass and began tracing her fingertips over Maria’s bare soles. The dark brown-eyed woman squirmed and wriggled her toes in pleasure.

Placing her free hand on the back of Maria’s neck, Julianne drew her lips towards hers and began kissing her deeply. Their tongues reached, probed and parried, slurping and sucking as long strands of thick saliva dripped from their mouths and chins. Maria’s nipples were straining to poke through the thin fabric covering them, and the tiny panties she wore did nothing to hold back the juices flowing from her needful cunt.

While continuing to rape Maria’s mouth with her slippery tongue, Julianne was now steering her hand from Maria’s feet up her silky legs, barely brushing over her hungry pussy and to her full, yielding breasts. The 34-year-old caressed and massaged the soft flesh and erect nipples of her slave like they were prized jewels. Maria was panting now, her fuck hole soaked from it’s need to be used and abused. “Take off your thong” hissed the younger woman.

Using the chairs’ arm, Maria set the flats of her feet against it and, using it for leverage, raised her ass in the air high enough so that she could slide down the tiny wisp of fabric covering her openings. Once around her ankles, Julianne tugged them free and let them drop to the floor. Without stopping to think the former E! News correspondent opened her legs making herself easily available to the woman she loved and would do anything for.

“Just look at you, Maria” taunted Julianne playfully. “You’re really horny, aren’t you baby girl?”

She was. Maria’s labia were already open like a mouth waiting to be fed. They were dark pink and glistening with fluid which was oozing freely and running down the split which led to her asshole. “Yes. For you always, mistress.”

Julianne moved her hand in-between the Greek woman’s widespread thighs and began manipulating her aching clit with her thumb while thrusting inside the slippery opening with two, then three fingers. Maria was trying her best to return Julianne’s passionate kisses but as she got closer to climaxing, she found herself running out of breath. When the intensity of the orgasm overtook her, she tried to pull away but the blue-eyed blonde was younger and stronger. She held Maria’s mouth affixed to her own until she felt her shudder and then pass out. After sucking Maria’s juices from her fingers, Julianne rose and gently placed Maria lying back on the chair.

After pouring herself another drink (and one for Maria), the shapely dance pro returned to the garden room and found Maria beginning to stir. Placing the rim of the glass against her lips, Julianne said “Sip. Slowly” which the brown-haired personality did. After a few more her eyes fluttered open and she smiled her trendy, infectious smile.

Setting the glasses down, Julianne slid the yoga pants she was wearing around her ankles and turned so that her firm, rounded ass was facing Maria. “I have some news” she offered happily, bending forward and spacing her bare feet aside. “You have a new customer, and you’ll never guess who it is.”

Maria sat up and eagerly nestled her face in between the perfect ass cheeks before her. With her nose at Julianne’s tiny, puckered rear entrance, the 44-year-old snaked out her tongue and began to dutifully and enthusiastically eat her slimy, wet pussy. “Who?” asked Maria in a muffled voice as she started to orally stimulate the younger woman’s perky clitoris.

Julianne moaned deep and musically, placing her hands on her knees while leaning back into Maria’s expert mouth-work. “Do you remember Sharna? Sharna Burgess? She’s another DWTS pro. Anyway, she wants to hire you. For an entire weekend. Isn’t that fantastic?”

Maria enjoyed having sex with women, and she also remembered Sharna. A stunning Australian with an incredibly sexy body. If spending a weekend with her would make Julianne happy, then she was happy. “Yes, mistress.” Mumbled the Greek beauty as she steered her mistress closer to orgasm. “Fantastic.”

The End