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My name's Ben and I work at New York City's finest hotel. That's the Ritz Carlton, in case you're from out of town. I am part of the Elite Class that serves only our highest profile clientele. There aren't many of them, but they tend to be demanding. That's why we're required to be on-call 24/7.
I serve Penthouse 2 and that's where I became acquainted with one of the biggest stars in Hollywood today: Timothee Chalamet. It was a Thursday afternoon when he checked in, a little after 2PM. Timothee arrived in sweats and a hoodie that were undoubtedly worth thousands. His sunglasses attempted to obscure his celebrity but his gorgeous brown curls gave him away.
One would guess a star of his caliber would have one or many assistants traveling with them, but Tim arrived alone. As his personal valet, I escorted he and his luggage up in the private elevator that let out into his penthouse. Once inside his suite, Timmy (as I affectionately call him in my mind) took off his sunglasses and shed his hoodie. His famous hair looked somehow amazing.
He asked a few perfunctory questions about the rooms and wondered specifically about the bathroom amenities. I pointed toward his master bath and then followed him inside. Timmy took a look at the walk-in shower and its glass enclosure.
"I think about ten people could fit in this shower," he joked.
Timmy was in a white sleeveless t-shirt and I could smell that his flight into the city had been long and hot. Wisps of pit hair escaped, as did more of his exquisite musk, when he raised his arms and stretched.
"I could use one now," Timmy said with a laugh. I couldn't help but say he smelled fine to me. Perhaps I let my enjoyment show more than I intended. A mischievous twinkle appeared in his eyes. "Hey, weird question- do you guys have any nail clippers here?"
"We do indeed, sir," I said. Then I pulled out a nearby drawer that had everything a person could want if giving themselves a manicure.
"Sweet," Timmy said and then he sat down on the closed toilet lid and began taking off his shoes and socks. "My fucking toe nails are long over due for a trim, man. I was doing this movie with Luca and he told me not to trim them for the whole month we shot. You think you can help me out?"
Timmy lifted his leg and hoisted his left foot up onto the bathroom countertop. For a moment I must have looked surprised, performing a pedicure myself is not an everyday occurrence. But I am amenable to all my guests, and at that moment my dick was rock hard inside my slacks. I've always had an intense foot fetish and Tim's feet were perfect. Thin, like the rest of him, but flexible and expressive.
I inhaled the aroma that had been unleashed and I felt a drop of pre-cum fall from my cock. His feet were close and I could see his toe nails were a little long, but not in a crazy world record way. Attempting to maintain composure, I pulled a nail clipper from the drawer and took his foot in my hand. Beginning with his pinky toe, I went one by one and trimmed the nails. It's hard to do on another person. All I could do was cut them where I thought I would on myself.
The big toe nails were easier to get a hold on due to their bigger size, but that meant the nails were thicker a bit harder to clip. Once I was holding Timmy's foot, trying to get to his middle toe nail from a comfortable angle, and his foot grazed my erection.
"What's that?" Timmy said, though his grin said he already knew.
"My belt buckle," I lied.
"Uh huh," he said with a toe wiggle.
As I finished his right big toe, I pulled the large trimming off and sat it with the rest. That made a neat set of ten toe nail trimmings. Tim looked at his toes and flexed them. He thanked me and said he felt one hundred percent better. He stood and walked toward the door. I kept my eye on his discarded toe nails. We both noticed I hadn't thrown them in the trash.
"They're yours," Tim said.
Stammering, I mumbles something incoherent until he stopped me.
"Look, I can tell," he told me. "Take em, toss em, just don't sell `em. Okay dude?" He laughed sweetly and walked barefoot into the kitchen. I scooped the toe nails into my pocket, saving out the biggest clipping. That piece I stuck beside my tongue as I followed after him.
Sucking on his toe nail clipping, savoring his tang, my dick grew harder still. I tried feebly to adjust it before I got to him. Luckily he was looking out the window toward Central Park. I preferred my view of him. Thin and gorgeous body, literally a perfect man from head to toe. Timmy leaned over to see something and I got a nice view of his ass. By no means a bubble butt, it had a beautiful curve of its own.
I made sure he knew I was at his disposal 24/7 and asked if there was anything else he might need.
"Uh, how do I say this? I'm gonna need condoms. I don't want any baby me's walking around til after I win my second Oscar."
I laughed and noted down the (large) quantity he wanted and tried not to think about how I was buying things for Timothee Chalamet to put his dick in.
Then I could tell he was about to sneeze. Instinctively I pointed to the paper towels on the kitchen counter. He leaned over and grabbed one and sneezed mightily into it. Then he loudly blew his nose into the paper as well. I could hear wads of snot spewing out.
Timmy apologized and wadded up the paper and dropped it on the counter. Then his phone starting going off in his carry on bag and he went to answer it. Silently, I let myself out. Not before grabbing his snotty paper towel however.
Two minutes later I was back in my much humbler dwellings one floor below. I opened up the wadded paper towel and saw Tim's snot staring back. It was mostly clear with some darker shades intertwined. Reaching out with my tongue, I licked it and sucked a slick glob into my mouth. I wiped the rest on my face, spreading Timmy's snot on my cheeks and forehead.
Then I reached for the rest of his toe nail clippings. I dropped them in my mouth and began chewing them up and swallowing. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever eaten. As I felt the toe nails on my tongue and in my teeth, I pulled down my pants and quickly jerked myself off into the hardest orgasm of my adult life.
The next night around 8PM I received a message that Timothee was in need of me. I walked to his suite and knocked but no one answered. Knowing he requested me, I used my key and entered his penthouse. I called out his name.
"In here," said his voice from the bedroom. Passing into the bedroom, I noticed several suitcases lying open. Their designer contents had been semi-unpacked. It looked like Tim was getting ready for a night out. But he wasn't in the bedroom.
That meant he was in the master bathroom. As I approached, I was surprised to find him siting naked on the toilet. I tried not to look anywhere but his eyes. Timmy's eyes are gorgeous and normally magnetic. Though when he's sitting there naked ... I couldn't help but glance down at his thin frame. Dark pink nipples and a muscular stomach, a trimmed but healthy patch of pubic hair. A long cream colored cock hanging down into the toilet bowl. I knew I shouldn't stare, and certainly had no clue how intimately acquainted I would soon become with his body.
"Ben, I'm so glad you could make it," Tim said. "I did the dumbest thing."
"Happy to help," I replied.
Timmy scrunched up his face and let out a big fart. "Sorry about that," he said. Then I heard a few pieces of shit plop into the toilet water. "Sorry about that too, but I'm done now." With his winning smile and effortless charm aimed at me, I could only smile like being a toilet attendant was something I did daily. "The dumb thing I did was I painted my fingernails with this clear coat of polish that Zendaya gave me. Then I sat down to take a big shit. And my nails aren't dry yet. So could you be a bro, and give me a hand?"
Many thoughts ran through my mind as I told him the pleasure would be all mine. The sparkle in his eyes said he already knew that. "Thanks man," Timmy said as he stood up. He turned and placed his hands against the wall above the commode. His flawless alabaster skin and the elegant contour of his back led down to the sweet curve of his ass.
Tim spread his legs and bent forward. In order to do a thorough job, I got down on my knees in front of his ass. His cheeks were spread and I could see but a few smudges of shit surrounding his hole. I took some toilet paper and tore off a few segments. Then I carefully cleaned his hole, making sure the sweet ring of hair around it came clean as well.
I dropped the soiled paper into the bowl on top of his shit. He'd had some corn lately, I could tell that much. Then I did another wipe, not wanting to be as forceful as I would on myself. Then I told him that his hole looked nice and clean to me. Emphasis on the nice, his pink pucker had given me a hard on that protruded like a third leg.
"Cool. Thank you so much," Timmy said. Then he flushed and I watched as his waste was carried away. A few smudges adhered to the inside of the bowl, his shit autograph I thought. "Alright," Timmy continued, "can you do one more thing? Kinda weird."
"Anything," I said. I was still on my knees and his hole was inches from my face. I was in no hurry to leave that position.
"I'll be honest. I'm going to this premiere and there will be at least three Oscar nominees wanting to fuck me. I might do them all, but along the way they're gonna want to eat my ass. They always do. So it's gotta be really clean."
"Should I wipe it again?" I asked.
"Nah, just lick it and see that it tastes okay." Timmy turned his face to wall and thrust his spread cheeks forward. My dick was leaking pre-cum like crazy and I realized I might never be as happy as I was in that moment again.
I moved in closer and stuck out my tongue. From taint up to his hole and then up the crack, I swabbed my tongue on Timmy's ass.
"Yeah," he said, "all the way up and down like toilet paper. Get that hole clean." Intending to do just that, I stuck my tongue into his pink pucker. I was happy to taste some of Tim's shit residue, I hadn't been as thorough as I should when wiping him. So I sucked on his hole and it opened a little more. I penetrated it with my tongue, going so far inside him that the bottom of my tongue scraped my teeth.
Savoring his personal ass funk, I sucked and licked until the hole was clean. My lips swabbed his asshole hairs and I felt a few come loose into my mouth.
"Clean?" Tim asked. Reluctantly I said it was. "Give it one good sniff, I don't want it to smell okay man?" My face got close to his asshole. He reached back with his now dry nails and spread his cheeks as far as they'd go. His hole opened up and I could see darkness leading into his love cavern. I inhaled deeply, wanting his scent to stay with me as long as possible.
"Smells nice and fresh," I said.
"Fuck yeah," Timothee said. Then he turned around and I saw he had a rather stiff boner himself. He noticed me noticing him and said, "Can't help it. When your tongue went in my ass, this guy stood up." He laughed and asked if I could help him with it as well.
Nodding, and still on my knees, he waved his hard dick in front of my face. I kissed the sweet pink head and let my tongue play in his piss slit. Then I moved down to his balls, sucking on each one and holding them like eggs in my mouth. A moment later, his cock was all the way down my throat. I was gagging but Timmy kept thrusting and I could hear that it was amazing for him. He moaned and I caught my breath. I knew he was close.
Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and pointed his dick at my face. Hot cum sprayed out, splashing my face and my hair. Timmy sprayed again and again. Globs dripped down my face. I tasted as much as I could with my tongue and swallowed the heavenly nectar from this God. I saw cum splotches on my suit jacket and I knew there would be residue there forever. I was very happy about that. Every time I wore that jacket I would be covered in Timmy's cum.
"Thanks dude," Tim said and ran for his phone. I said he was quite welcome and I'd gladly be of service to him anytime.
Before I realized it, he was back and snapping a picture of me with his phone. Me with his cum in my hair and on my face. He laughed and assured me it was for him only. Then I was gone, walking in the hallway with Timothee Chalamet's jizz on me. His ass hairs still in my mouth. I passed several families and wondered if they could smell the movie star's asshole I had just made out with.