It was a busy day for Michael and he was filming for a music video called Blood On The Dance Floor.
There was a new lady who was working as a receptionist for a nice building that Michael and his dancers were using to rehearse.
I watched as many crew members walked back and forth as they went on with their work.
Michael was tired and then he heard about something that wouldn't work out with his schedule.
He went into his dressing room and tried to calm himself down, but nothing was working.
Eventually, I was called in to help Michael and see what was going on.
When I got to his dressing room, he let me and then closed and locked the door behind him.
"I'm sorry...I'm just s-so overwhelmed with everything. There's this court date and I don't want to go in and listen to them accuse me of the things that I would never do".
I felt bad for Michael and so, I offered him to sit down next to me on the red velvet couch.
"It's okay babe. I know how you feel. These allegations and tabloids are driving you crazy".
I held his hand and kissed it gently.
Michael looked up at me.
"No no, I don't let the tabloids and allegations bother me. Yes, they do hurt my feelings but I was raised to be strong and I independent".
He said to me, gesturing me to scoot over closer to him.
I smiled as I sat down on his lap, and Michael wrapped his arms around me.
"I know how strong and brave you are Michael, you surprise me everyday with your talent and amazing dance moves".
I heard a soft giggle coming from the singer.
He slowly leaned forward, pressing little kisses to the side of my neck.
"Mhmm...".
Michael's hands traveled further down to my belly, and he played with the belt on my black jeans.
I looked down and with a mischievous smirk, I put my hand on his turning on spot.
His stomach.
"Ooh...Ohh god baaaby. Don't do this to me".
Michael moaned softly, but I knew that he was enjoying it very much.
"You're muscles are so strong, I wonder how much they can take from little ole' me"?
He knew that I was teasing him, and then watched as I unbuckled his black belt.
"I want you soooo fucking bad".
Michael threw my belt off and I giggled and quickly lifted his jacket and dropped it to the floor.
I then moved my hips in a sexual way and this made Michael turned on even more.
He could literally feel Mikezilla growing bigger in size.
"Michael".
I moaned softly as he removed my shirt, and then unclipped the strap from my bra.
He then groaned and then slid his white boxers off of him, doing the same thing to my panties, and then finally releasing his erection. It dripped onto my stomach.
I remembered to take some birth control pills.
Michael let out a loud moan as I got down on my knees and began to give him a blow job.
He bucked his hips and let himself cum into my mouth.
Once I had my fill, Michael pinned me to the wall and I giggled and tugged at his hair, pulling his face closer to mine.
The famous singer immediately pressed his soft lips passionately against mine, dominating his lovely girlfriend.
I moaned loudly, my womanhood was wet for him.
Michael forced his tongue into my mouth, wrapping his tongue against mine.
I danced my tongue around his tongue, moving in a rhythmic fashion.
After we finally pulled away from each other, Michael saw that I was wet for him and a little grin on his gorgeous face let me know what was about to happen next.
He spread my legs apart and inserted two fingers into my clit, making me squirm and moan with pleasure.
"Say how much you want me, baby".
Michael was aiming his Mikezilla at my entrance.
I looked up at him with a lovesick facial expression in my eyes.
"I want you forever and ever, my sexy King".
I bit my lip and Michael smirked, kissing my breasts.
Within seconds, I felt his Mikezilla thrusting into my womanhood.
I bucked my hips faster, faster, faster, faster, and faster.
Michael was bucking his hips against my crotch, and the sweat was rolling down his face.
After an hour, he pulled himself out of me and slowly collapsed onto the red velvet couch.
I sat down on the carpet floor in between his legs, panting heavily as I leaned my head backwards.
"Feel better now Michael"?
"Y-yes. Thank you so much".
He panted, smiling at me.
