Hotel Limbo

I woke up late - and it paid off, it would seem. Last night was another night alone in my apartment. Since my wife died, most nights had been that way. 20 years of being alone.

But waking up, something was different. The room was bright and room as he opened his eyes. And then he felt something move...

Looking down, still bleary-eyed and sleepy, he saw a brown-haired head bobbing up and down. The pieces finally clicked, and he realized he was in the middle of getting a blowjob! A pretty young face was deep-throating his old cock, her brown hair in a pony-tail; Clark could tell she was wearing a kind of french maid's uniform. She looked up at him and pulled the cock out of her mouth to speak. When she looked at him, Clark could see she was Ariana Grande! He...had some pictures of her on his computer, but how could she be here now?

"Good morning!" she said with a smile. "You were asleep when I came in, so I thought I'd give you an official welcome to Hotel Limbo."

"Hotel Limbo? Where am I? Who are you??" Clark asked, although after the words left his mouth, he worried she might take hers away. But Ariana massaged his dick as she spoke.

"I should probably let the programs director tell you about that. Just sit back and enjoy your good morning 'hello'," she cooed, and took his full length in her mouth again. Clark couldn't piece together what exactly was happening, or what Hotel Limbo was, or why such a huge starlet was dressed in a french maid's outfit, fondling his balls as her tongue circles his length.

She then bob her head up and down his cock much faster, making a loud slurping noise as she drove him to cum. When she could tell he was almost finished, she took it out of her mouth and licked the shaft, until a large white glob of cum shot out, landing on her forehead and hair. Using her finger to wipe the cum from her head, she licked them clean and smiled. Standing up, the white goo still in her hair (and on that little french maid's hairpiece). The black and white dress, on her tight little body, was completely irresistible, and Clark was soon hard again. She looked down at him, standing tall in the warm sunlight, and Ariana blushed.

"Well...I really could, but I think I'll let you go exploring. But come find me later, ok?" She said, raising her voice adorably at the end. Clark smiled and nodded.

"Come by my room later this evening, my dear, and we'll continue where we left off.." she blushed again, and left the room with a giggle.

What the hell was happening?? How did he just calmly invite Ariana Grande back up to his room later that night? Why did Ariana Grande just suck him off???

Choosing to get dressed, he stood up and looked around the room for his clothes. All he could find, though, were a pair of bathing trunks, a robe, and a fine suit. Looking out the window, he could tell he was at some sort of resort - the windows looked over an ocean, and it was a gorgeous, sunny day. Putting on the swimtrunks and deciding the make the best of a strange situation, he grabbed the robe and headed down to the beach.

Walking down the hall, he could see other elderly men - was this some kind of strange retirement home? There were other girls dressed as french maids walking about with their carts as well - and all of them were some kind of celebrity or another! At least, that's what he assumed for some - there were faces he didn't recognize, but he kept track of the ones he did, and they looked incredible! Almost impossibly so! From down the hall, he saw Kate Upton dressed in the black and white frills of the maid outfit; working alongside her was Elisha Cuthbert, dressed the same. They waved to him and smiled warmly, and he felt himself twitch beneath the bathing suit.

"Oh! Mr. Johnson!" he heard a young woman's voice call his name, and turned around, his jaw dropping in the process. The incredible Christina Hendricks and Alison Brie, both dressed in tight, smart office dresses, wearing nametags to match themselves. They both had on white button up shirts, unbuttoned to show massive cleavage, and tight black skirts. Christina spoke;

"Mr. Johnson! I'm so glad to see you..." she said as she bit her lip, "We're two of Hotel Limbo's co-ordinating staff. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate!"

"Uh...yeah. Where am I? I keep hearing it's a hotel or something, but how did I get here?"

"You don't know?" Alison Brie spoke, looking adorably sympathetic. "You've passed away, Mr. Johnson..."

"WHAT?!" Clark wasn't taking this news well, it would seem.

"I know this can be jarring...but, if it helps..." Christina spoke as she unbuttoned her shirt further with a grin. Clark seemed to be hypnotized by her endless cleavage. By instinct, Alison reached over and began massaging her partner's massive breasts. Clark, still reeling with what he had just been told, suddenly felt conflicted.

"No...wait...then, why are you girls here?" Alison kept massaging Christina's tits, now standing behind her, while still talking to Clark. Christina was moaning in pleasure, her massive breasts now exposed, still clad in a tight black bra.

"Well, we're not dead, if that's what you're asking. We're sorta the...sexuality of the people look like. So, no, I'm not the 'real' Alison Brie. But I am a metaphysical realization of her carnal lusts and eternal beauty!" she said with an adorable giggle. Christina was trying to compose herself again, and Alison took her hands away as her partner buttoned up again (with some difficulty - those tits don't like being buttoned up, leaving Christina to fidgit and adjust sexily in front of the old guy.)

"So, you girls are just here for us old blokes?" Clark asked, relishing the thought.

"Sort of! We're here to make things come along smoothly. Which, more often than not, leaves us helping you gentlemen 'come' along..." She grinned again, "But I don't want to take up all your time. We're your two personal event co-ordinator's, so any time you feel like you're bored...or whatever...don't hesitate to call us! Hit "1" on any phone, and we'll find you!"

Clark, now fully hard as the girls walked off, their tight asses in full display in those skirts - he almost missed noticing them looking back at him, biting their lips again. These girls! He thought. Apparently the afterlife is AMAZING!

Making his way to the beach, he heard a bit of commotion ahead. Looking towards the water, he saw a large group of men standing closely together on the beach. And then he heard a loud, and obviously feminine scream of pleasure. Approaching the circle, he finally could make out what the men were huddled around - it was Jennifer Love Hewitt, dressed in a tight black corset, in the middle of an intense bukkake session!

Not wanting to miss out, Clark soon ditched his shorts and made his way into the circle. There had to be 20 guys around her, each politely taking turns cumming on the busty beauty. And busty she was! A lot more than Clark remembered her being in those pictures he had downloaded of her...which just fueled his jerking off further. Noticing him, Jennifer began to suck him off (twice in a day, being sucked off by a young beauty! Incredible!) That was too much, though, and he somehow managed to position himself behind her, and, lifting her ass to his waist, ripped off her panties and plowed deep into her tight pussy from behind. The other men seemed shocked at this development, but immediately joined in when Jennifer yelled out of intense pleasure. Two men lined up to fuck her mouth, while Clark finished up pounding her pussy. Reaching his end, he pulled out and shot over her back; the white cum standing out against her the black corset.

He was quickly replaced by another, and he just stood back and jerked himself off. Man after man rammed her from behind, while a line-up took turns fucking her mouth and cumming on her incredible face. Feeling himself getting hard again, Clark went to her face and grabbed her hand - she knew to reach for his cock then, and began pumping his length as she was fucked from both ends. Faster than he'd like to admit, Clark felt himself ready to cum. Jennifer could tell as well, as she pulled the cock in her mouth out and focused on Clark's aging cock. Deep-throating him, while using her tongue along the shaft, Clark shot the biggest load of his life; bigger than he thought possible. And just then, almost everyone around him seemed to have the same experience. Jennifer grinned as each man shot a massive load onto her. In a matter of seconds, she was literally dripping with the stuff, licking it from her lips and swallowing. The white goo dripped down her cleavage, having soaked her little outfit. The white streaks in her hair were still obvious when she stood up and bid the men farewell.

"That's it for today, boys! Give me a call later if you want a personal performance; otherwise, same time, same place tomorrow?" she winked as she turned away. Clark ogled her ass as she walked away, and he decided he had to see her again later. Walking quickly to catch up to her, he couldn't help but admire how boldly she walked through the crowds, still dripping with cum. Her dark hair streaked with white loads, and her friendly grin, made her completely irresistible to Clark.

"Miss Hewitt!" Clark yelled ahead. She turned and waved to him.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson?" She arched her back, thrusting her giant breasts up, which he had to force his stare from.

"Umm...how do I...reach you if I want to..."see" you later?" he stammered, suddenly shy again.

"Don't you worry, hun - I'll find you when you want me!" She leaned over and kissed him deeply. Clark was a little reviled when he could taste the cum on her tongue as she thrust it in his mouth, but somehow that made it better.

She backed away, giving her tits a little shake for Clark as a little good-bye.

Maybe dying isn't so bad, Clark thought...