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Hello, boys and girls!
I was hoping to try something here with my new story. The subject is going to be current-day Jessica Alba and I started the story off writing a fun, short scene. From here on, my idea was to involve you, the reader into the development of the story, because I am feeling very democratic. Here is how it works: you guys read the chapter I posted. At the end of this, you will find a cliffhanger with the options represented in the poll above. From here on it is pretty easy. You vote a direction, I write up the winner in a new chapter, which will end in another poll. Rinse, repeat and we will hopefully end up somewhere fun. My hopes for this were of course a high participation, but written feedback, either as a comment or as a PM would also be much appreciated. Anyways, hope you’ll enjoy this little start and find an option in the poll that you like and I will see you for the new chapter :)
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„AARRGHFUCK!“ Jessica Alba hissed, her lips pulled back to reveal her clenched white teeth in an intense grimace as she felt the fat, bulbous cockhead stretch her petite asshole open and force its way into her tight backdoor.
Her knees rose off the floor and her toes dug deep into the plush, thick carpet of the Alba/Warren manor’s master bedroom as she bucked up, instinctively trying to evade the powerful sensation, but the sweaty, strong man was having none of it.
Bracing his left forearm against Jessica’s bare back Tony Buchner roughly pushed the gorgeous actress back down onto her bed, pinning her in place, a wide grin on his face as he fed more and more of his thick cock into this gorgeous little ass.
“You dirty little MILF-whore!” he growled into her ear, using his free hand to give her butt a small swat before he took a hold of her hip, effectively leaving her completely at his mercy, “Take that big dick!”
Again Jessica cried out at the heady mix of pain and pleasure that soared through her body as she was sodomized by the heavyset man on her own marital bed. Able to do little more than take it and bear the discomfort of initial anal penetration she clasped at the sheets, her knuckles blanching. “S-slower!” she implored.
“Shut the fuck up!” came the hoarse reply and before Jessica could even gasp the pressure from between her shoulder blades was gone and instead a big, strong hand grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face-first into the mattress.
“Little cunt!” Buchner berated her as he held her down, keeping her face buried in the soft silk sheets as he pushed deeper, making sure to force every last inch of his cock into the Latina’s ass, enjoying the snug, red-hot embrace of her rectum.
Jessica gave a muffled groan as she was skewered like this. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly she let go of her sheets and instead she reached back and, grabbing a cheek in each meticulously manicured hand, she submissively spread her ass open for him, allowing this man she barely knew full control over her famous booty.
Buchner gave a growl as he looked down. He could see the actress’ small sphincter stretched tightly around his cock, clinging to his shaft as he slowly pulled back slightly, attempting to keep him in. He gritted his teeth. His hand moved from the back of her head to her hip to gain more control over her torso and subsequently Alba lifted her head, gasping as she was allowed to breathe freely again.
They moaned in unison when Tony thrust back in, stretching her deep once again. Buried completely, he shimmied his hips slightly from side to side, causing a shiver to tingle up her spine. She felt his big, hairy balls rub against the wet folds of her pussy, reminding her of the things he had done to that pussy only minutes prior… before he had made her suck him… and now he was using her asshole.
High on pleasure, breathing heavily, Jessica turned her head and peered back through her disheveled, sweaty hair at her fucker, cooing like a little slut as he began to ream her asshole.
He was not handsome. About twenty pounds overweight, the man who was currently using her as his personal fleshlight, was also at least fifteen years her senior, his formerly brown hair and beard peppered with grey. His face was red, now even more so than usual and he was sweating, his big barrel chest, hairy and strong, heaving. She could do so much better. She did not care.
“Fuck my ass!” she whined, giving him a smoldering look to which he grinned. Jessica Fucking Alba was his slut. And a dirty one at that!
Snarling, he gave her what she asked for. His cock sawed in and out of her tight, clenching hole, quickly gaining pace, her thick luscious booty jiggling with every impact as he pounded her into the bed.
“AAH! AAH! AAH! AAH!” Jessica cried. Her fingers slipped off her ass-cheeks, her nails raking the warmed skin and leaving red scratch marks on her own ass. Her nose crinkled in an intense mask of pleasure and she braced herself against the bed. Spreading her knees apart a little further, she pushed back against Tony, offering her most sacred hole for him to fuck.
“WHORE!” Tony shouted at her, taking advantage and pounding her little orifice, causing the actress to scream. He planted a hard slap on her buttock, causing it to flush further before his fingers dug back into the soft skin of her hips. “WHERE IS MY FUCKING COCK, YOU BITCH?!”
“AAAH!” Jessica cried, earning another hard slap to her behind, “IT’S IN MY ASS! AAAH! MY ASSHOLE!”
Her screams rang loudly through her empty house as the successful MILF was getting absolutely pounded, her petite, little backdoor all but destroyed by the harsh cock. Even a person standing in the big mansion’s driveway would have been able to hear her cries of ecstatic pleasure.
“AAI! AAAH! FUUCK! FUCK! OHFUCK!”
Grunting with exertion, Tony used his grip on her hips to yank Jessica upwards, roughly manhandling her to her feet to fuck her in a bent over position. The actress just went along, her knees feeling shaky, but she was stuck between the heavier man and her big bed, both at his mercy and safe from falling over.
Her eyes closed, gasping for air, Jessica was hyper-aware of the moment. Her big, soft tits swinging underneath her frame, repeatedly slapping together. Tony’s scrotum smacking heavily against her wet, swollen pussy. Her asshole stretched wide open to accommodate the thick, veiny cock that pumped in and out of her rectum, invading her deep. She cried out when a hand snatched her hair and her head was cocked back. She was getting fucked like some little slut. And she was loving it!
SLAP! SLAP!
The two hard slaps elicited two sexy yelps from her and also they signaled the start of a sprint from Tony, who, grunting and huffing, gave her all he had. His powerful thrusts pushed her forward each and every time and his hand yanking her back by her hair caused a sharp pain in her scalp, but the MILF just loved it.
“YEAH!” she screamed, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm arise inside her body, “YEAH! YEAH! FUCK!!!”
Reaching down with her right hand, she quickly found her clitoris and rubbed it feverishly, adding another layer of sensations to the mix and elevating the pleasure to a higher level. She was so wet. It was almost embarrassing how much she got off to getting fucked in the ass! Going lower, she plunged her middle and ring finger into her creamy hole, slipping in easily. Curling her digits, she quickly found her g-spot and proceeded to massaged it in small circles while simultaneously stimulating her clit with the palm of her hand.
“YEAH! TONY! HARDER! HARDER, PLEASE!” she spurred him on, almost desperately begging him to use her as she could feel her release become imminent, “YESS! TONY! FUCK MY ASS! AAAAH! PLEEAASE!”
Tony bared his teeth. His eyes clenched shut with effort. Veins popped at the sides of his neck as he exerted himself, shutting out the intense pleasure he was receiving from pummeling the gorgeous woman’s back door to get her over the edge. He could hear the urgency in her voice, knew that it was a matter of seconds before he would make her cum like the little whore that she was.
God, she had a tight little asshole! So snug, so hot, so welcoming! It was the best hole he had ever experienced, made even better by how much the woman it belonged to loved getting it fucked. His little side bitch. The woman he could fuck in ways other women did not want to.
“YESS! LIKE THAT! AARGH!” Jessica squealed, her face contorting with pleasure as her fingers became frantic, working her own sensitive spots with expert precision to amplify the sensations she was experiencing due to the dick in her ass. She was almost there… Just a little bit more… Just
“FUUUUCK!”
Jessica cried out as her entire body clenched up. She could feel every fiber of her body being filled with white lightning. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, felt her supporting arm shake and buckle, but Tony’s unforgiving hand in her hair kept her upright. She gasped for air, filling her burning lungs and her eyes rolled in their sockets, fluttering closed as she rode a wave of pleasure radiating from her anus.
“GOD DAMN BITCH!” Buchner groaned as Jessica’s sphincter clenched tight, locking him balls-deep inside her rectum in the throes of her orgasm. His brow twitched as he felt her anal muscles work, treating him to an incredible massage as repayment for the pleasure he had bestowed on her and he held out desperately. There was one more thing he wanted from the snobby cunt!
What does Tony want from Jessica before he is done with her?
- He wants her to go ass-to-mouth!
- He wants a rimjob!
- He wants her to ride him like the little slut that she is!
- Something unforeseen happens...
Please vote in the poll above! I hope you enjoyed it and if you did: Please like, share, comment and subscribe :P
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Looks like she is going for ATM so far in the poll. I just wanted to say, this story was amazing. You know how to write rough sex and with dirty talk, especially with Alba.
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“FFFUUUCK!” Tony Buchner hissed out between tightly gritted teeth. He felt a vein pulsing at the side of his head as concentrated fully to resist the urge to cum. Jessica’s anal muscles clenched and massaged his shaft beautifully, trying to coax out his load as the actress basked in her own orgasm, but Buchner held out stubbornly. The hand on her ass cramped up with the effort, causing his fingernails to sink deeply into the firm, yet malleable flesh.
Jessica let out a whine as she finally overcame the apex of her orgasm. Her entire face twisted up in intense pleasure, her mind was completely focused on the thick shaft currently stretching her rectum. She could feel every detail, every vein, every pulse of pleasure of Tony’s fat shaft, feel the fat, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock in the depth of her bowels, feel how her sphincter wrapped tightly around his base, holding him in place. It was a huge turn on.
“Fuuuuck…” she whimpered as her climax slowly began to subside, the spasms controlling her body weakened and she felt how exhausted her release had left her. Tony let go of her hair and her head, now unsupported, dropped forward so her forehead rested on the mattress as she felt the big man grab her buttocks with both hands and spread them apart. Ass raised and head lowered, Jessica could feel Buchner’s greedy eyes taking in the sight of her asshole wrapped tightly around his cock, clinging to him as he pulled back.
Buchner smirked at the gasp the gorgeous actress gave as he slowly pulled his cock from her hole, savoring every inch as he slid out. Her sphincter tried to hold on to the rim of his tip, but only for a moment before his entire length popped out.
“You nasty little whore!” he hissed at the spent woman, keeping her ass-cheeks pulled apart for a good while longer as he watched her freshly-fucked asshole quickly clench up and shrink back to its original size. After everything he had had to deal with with this spoiled bitch, seeing her like this was immensely satisfactory for him.
“Mmmh!” Jessica moaned tiredly and twisted lightly in his grip. Despite the situation being inspected like this made her feel the slightest bit uneasy. Smirking cockily, Buchner finally let go and stepped back. No longer stuck in between the man and the bed, Jessica’s knees shook slightly, but held, keeping her legs straight in her slumped-over pose that looked like she was offering up her cunt and asshole, a sight that Buchner relished.
“Come here, bitch!” he eventually uttered, his voice demanding. Grabbing his thick dick around the base he waved it slightly. “Time for you to lick me clean!”
It took a second before there was a reaction from the exhausted woman. He considered giving her a little incentive with a firm slap to that scrumptious Latina ass that she showed off so generously, but then Jessica, with a moan, lifted her head and looked back at him over her shoulder.
“What are you looking at?” Buchner hissed brusquely, glaring down at her. “Come here, get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like the good little whore that you are until I paint that slut face of yours!”
Jessica glared, but nonetheless complied, allowing her shaky knees to buckle and fall onto the thick, soft carpet. Obediently she turned around to face the big, balding man, kneeling in front of him. “Fucking prick!” she muttered under her breath.
The slap was resounding and took her by surprise, her hair flying. She cried out in shock and looked up, her fingers daintily touching the hit spot.
“Watch your mouth, you little whore!” Tony growled, lifting a threatening finger, “Now get to work!”
Jessica’s eyes tightened, but only for a moment before she lowered her eyes and grabbed Tony’s thick shaft. Opening her mouth, she quickly engulfed the head with her soft lips and began to suck him, her wet tongue lapping at the underside. Glares and complaints aside, Jessica liked the way he treated her. She would have bitten her tongue off before she would have said it out loud, but the rough, dominant, misogynistic way he treated, almost abused her, was the reason why she fucked him. It was all part of her dirty little fantasy, being used by the handyman, being turned into his little slut. It took her away from her stressful day-to-day-life for a time.
She moaned as she tasted the tang of her own ass on his cock but it did not deter her in the slightest. Picking up speed she vigorously began to blow him, sucking him deeper and deeper into the hot cavity of her mouth, from time to time varying with whore-ish, open-mouthed licks of her tongue along the marbled sides of his shaft and even going further down to service his hairy ballsack, loosing herself in the task.
“Ooh, yeah!” Buchner grunted, his eyes closing in relish, “That’s a good whore!” Reaching out with both hands he let his fingers slide through Jessica’s soft, luxurious hair on either side of her head, enjoying the gorgeous, silky feeling before he grabbed a hold. Gradually he began to take control of the blowjob, setting the pace and the depth of her motions. He went deeper and deeper, sheathing his cock in her warm, wet gullet until he finally made her choke on him.
Grinning, he opened his eyes and looked down, finding Jessica staring back at him through big, watery eyes, teary streaks marring her cheeks.
“What a good little whore you are!” he mocked the kneeling actress, “Finally a way to shut you up!” He increased his pace, eliciting more gags. “Try saying, ‘This takes longer than expected!’!” Jessica gargled, her eyes snapping shut as her mouth was getting fucked. “Say, ‘You are late, our appointment was at 2!’!” Another gag caused an eruption of spit around his cock that covered her lips and chin and dripped down onto her breasts as Buchner used her mouth like it was a pussy. “SAY, ‘THIS LOOKS LIKE SLOPPY WORK!’!”
Letting out a muffled scream, Jessica’s self-control finally wavered and her hands flew up to Tony’s hips, trying to push him off, but the powerful stout man continued in a frenzy, violently abusing her mouth as his thrusts became erratic.
“FUCKING BIIIITCH!” he roared, feeling his orgasm come with ferocity. His face deep red with exertion, panting, he pulled his cock from Jessica’s throat, dragging out long strands of slimy saliva that splattered onto the carpet before he held her head tightly in place with a fist entangled in her hair and jerked his cock off with the other.
“AAAARRGH!” he groaned as he came. Jessica, overwhelmed by the skullfuck she had received and gasping for breath, jerked as the first streak of thick, creamy jizz hit her straight across the bridge of her nose. However, she recovered quickly and opened her mouth, lolling out her tongue as far as she could to receive his load, which was rewarded with the second jet of cum plastering along the entire length of her tongue all the way to her throat.
“Daaaamn!” Buchner groaned, his next two shots missing her mouth and splattering on her right cheek before he adjusted his aim and spurted the rest of his load over her outstretched, pink tongue and in her gaping mouth, each hit received with a slutty, joyful moan from the kneeling MILF.
Finally done, his knees shaky, Buchner staggered over to a large basket chair that stood in the corner of the room and heavily plopped into it, gasping for air while looking at the defaced starlet.
“Damn,” he chuckled, admiring the huge load he had deposited on Jessica’s stunning features, “Talk about sloppy work…”
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The bathroom was filled with steam when Jessica turned off the shower. She stepped out of the cabin and grabbed a big, fluffy, white towel. As she began drying herself off she looked into the mirror.
The quick shower had cleaned off the traces of the intense fuck. Her exotic face, was exquisite even without make-up and at 37 she had developed a strong and athletic, yet curvy body. Motherhood had softened her body, but thanks to her strict training regimen it had done so in all the right places. Her breasts were bigger than they had used to be, soft and round and capped with hazel-colored stiff nipples, and her ass was also thicker.
Turning around, she allowed herself to briefly admire her golden behind, the corner of her mouth twitching disapprovingly as she discovered the five halfmoon-shaped marks where the buffoon’s fingernails had dug into her skin as he had ridden out her orgasm, but she quickly shrugged. Those marks would fade in no time and it had been absolutely worth it. Good, fucking primal sex!!!
She finished toweling off and stepped back into the bedroom naked where, to her dismay, she found Buchner still, currently buttoning up his shirt in front of the big body-length mirror. Overweight, pudgy, balding, definitely neither smart or witty… whenever he was not fucking her she preferred him far away.
“Why are you still here?” she asked, directly.
He glanced over at her via the mirror, taking a second to admire her naked body. Leering. “Take it easy, babe!” he grinned, finishing up his buttons and combing his hair with his fingers.
“Fuck you, taking it easy!” she spat back, “My husband is going to be back with the kids any second now. I want you out of the damn house five minutes ago!”
The big man turned around, smirking. “Be a bit nicer, sweetheart. Why don’t you smile a little more for me after I just made you cum like that?! After all, if you annoy me too much, who knows what might happen? I might have a little talk with the paparazzi…”
Jessica snorted and rolled her eyes. “You don’t want to play that game, Mr. Buchner! You fuck with me and you have a famous, pissed off millionaire against you. I’ll make you suffer more than you can return the favor.” She threatened before a dirty grin spread her lips. “Besides, you enjoy fucking me way too much to screw this up…”
The naughty comment dissolved any tension after she had established her dominance again and Tony smiled and nodded. “Sure, Mrs Alba!” he said and moved to leave when she stopped him.
“Don’t ever slap my face again! Are we clear? Pretty much the only thing of limits… Come on, Mr. Buchner, you can remember that!”
Tony looked at her and opened his mouth, but thought better of it and nodded. “Of course, Mrs. Alba!”
“Good! Now get out of my house!”
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Standing naked at her bedroom window, Jessica watched the handyman climb into his truck and reverse out of the driveway. Only after he had turned around the corner of the street and was no longer in sight did she step away.
Grabbing a white, loose-fitting summer dress she quickly slipped it over her naked body before she headed downstairs. She gathered up her tight black leggings, tank top and sports bra as well as socks and sneakers – remains from the yoga session she had never attended - and neatly put them away, cleaning away the traces of the rough sexual encounter that had happened here only an hour prior and that had left her feeling so delectably sore.
Once the house was tidy she began fixing dinner, cutting up vegetables and setting the table. Finally, she dropped into a big lounging chair on her terrace. Nibbling on a piece of carrot she watched the sunset while basking in the relaxed feeling of the aftermath of a good fucking session. While only months ago she never could have envisioned feeling like this she was now unable to consider stopping. Fucking around felt so good! So liberating!
What is going to happen next?
- Her family comes back
- A friend calls her
- A neighbor approaches her
- Flashback: How did Jessica become a cheating slut?
Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this and are not disappointed with how it turned out. Originally I wanted to wait for a week after posting a new chapter, but there was not much movement in the poll anymore and I had some time, so this is the result. If you can think of an option you want to see that isn’t in a poll or if you have a brilliant idea for what should be implemented in a future chapter or if you simply want to tell me I did well, please leave a comment. I love comments :P Anyways, see you next time :)
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LOVED IT, I voted for the flashback episode! :D
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Looking forward to more. Hot damn, this is outstanding.
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Alright, stick with me here please, because I am now trying to develop a bit of a plot, which is where I am relying on a lot of votes. Sadly, there is no real smut in this chapter, but I am trying to write a story here, so sometimes that is going to happen. I am really curious how you will decide, so please, vote in the poll above!
Love you guys :)
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Frowning angrily, Jessica absentmindedly rubbed a small spec of dust from the gleaming-clean dashboard of her car as she forcefully interrupted her assistant on the phone. “I don’t care, Jack! I don’t care what Mr. Valentini wants! I am not attending that meeting.”
“But, Mrs. Alba…” came the helpless voice from her phone, “He insisted that…”
“I do not give a flying fuck what that ancient asshole insisted on! We both know that he just wants me there to drool all over my fucking tits like he did the last time! And the time before that!” Jessica almost shouted with frustration, “Even if I wanted, I have two other appointments scheduled that day and I won’t be able to attend the fucking thing. Not like I am needed there. Just tell the old fuck to man up and sign the papers before he inevitably gets metoo-ed and the entire deal blows up in a scandal…”
“Mrs. Alba…”
Beep!
“Fuck!” Jessica groaned, rubbing her temple with two fingers, “Someone else is calling me. Take fucking care of it, Jack! It is why I pay you!”
“I am not getting pai-”
*click*
“Hello Jess!” Gabrielle Union’s cheerful voice filtered out of the speaker, “How’s it going?!”
“Peachy!” Jessica almost hissed before she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and collected herself, “What’s up, Gab?”
“You sound stressed…”
“I am stressed!” Jessica gave back before repeating with more emphasis, “What’s up, Gab?!”
“Damn,” the black woman on the other side of the line chuckled, “Just wanted your okay on the scheduling days for the re-shoots of the finale. You never signed off on that…”
“What? Oh shit, yeah… Totally forgot…” the Latina groaned, her head dropping back as she tried to remember the scheduling Gab had sent her earlier, “Should be fine, though I might have to leave early on the third day. Got a photoshoot in Venice the day after…”
“Busy, busy…”
“You have no idea!” Jessica mumbled before it just started pouring out of her, “I got the re-shoots, I got Honest closing this big deal with the Europeans whose senior seems adamant to put my ankles behind my ears, I got fucking Mr. fucking Buchner and his crew of dickheads slacking behind schedule on the sundeck…”
“They are still building that?” Gabrielle interrupted, “Didn’t you say they wanted to get it done last week?!”
“Yeah, no shit!” Jessica was becoming agitated, “He is way behind, but if I say something it’s just discussions and excuses. I have no clue why this fucking company came recommended. And since that shit is not enough already my dear eldest apparently kicked a damn soccer ball through a car window yesterday when she was visiting friends…” Jessica glanced over at the bottle of fine red wine resting on the padded passenger seat, “… so now I gotta mend fences before that dude decides to sue us. Gotta skip my cocksucking yoga class to get this done!”
“Cocksucking yoga sounds interesting. I might join you some time…” Gab grinned, “Can’t Cash handle the mending thing?”
“Don’t get me started on that lazy sonofabitch!” she rolled her eyes. “He has got tickets for the clippers. Can’t miss those of course…”
“Daaamn, girl, you need a massage!”
“Preach!” Jessica giggled, feeling her friend’s nonchalant attitude relax her a little, “Maybe if I let Mr. Car-Window give me one we are cool afterwards…”
“Two birds with one stone,” Gabrielle uttered, making both women laugh.
“Alright, Gab!” Jessica finally said, “I gotta go. Momma’s gotta fix this situation before it turns into a situation!”
“Cool, good luck! See you soon!”
Hanging up the phone, Jessica tossed her phone into her purse and sat back, taking a deep, relaxing breath. The short conversation had taken away some of her anxiety, but she was far from calm. She quickly checked the rearview mirror, ensuring than none of her stress showed.
It didn’t. Her make-up, though minimal, was perfectly applied. Her full lips glossed with a pink, shiny hue, just a tad of blush applied to her cheeks and a light mascara made for a stunning, but still professional look. To accentuate this, her luxurious hair was pulled back into a strict ponytail.
Looking down, Jessica subconsciously ran a hand over her sleek business costume, straightening any of the imaginary wrinkles. She looked like a freaking professional! Low cut, loose-fitting white blouse underneath a dark blue blazer, paired with a form-fitting pencil skirt of the same color.
The black pumps, black belt, black purse and the modest jewelry consisting of simple, golden earrings and a petite watch, finished her ensemble of in a stylish, sexy-professional way. She certainly felt like she looked good enough to appeal to any man’s good nature without feeling like she was whoring herself out.
“Alright, let’s do this!” Jessica sighed, grabbing her purse and the bottle of wine and stepping out of her car. Just as she locked the door she received a text message from Jack, informing her that Mr. Valentini insisted on her attendance, but was willing to reschedule to ensure this.
“Oh, fuck you and the entire country of Italy…” Jessica cursed under her breath at the non-present, old businessman before stuffing her phone back into her purse and making her way towards the house of Brad Mitchell, the man whose car her eldest daughter had inadvertently crippled.
While it certainly was not a neighborhood of the same standard as Jessica’s own it still very obviously was a good area. The houses looked neat and tidy with big garden’s around. After all, her daughter’s friend, who she had visited, attended the same school, so it was pretty safe to assume that her parents were well off.
Jessica felt another surge of anxiousness as she pressed the doorbell, feeling the sudden, ridiculous urge to run away as she waited for commotion behind the door.
What do you want to happen next?
- The door is opened. Brad Mitchell is friendly.
- The door opens. Mr. Mitchell is pissed!
- Nobody opens. Jessica decides to sneak around the house to look for someone.
- Jessica's phone rings. It is Mr Valentini.
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No need to apologize for lack of smut. Having a story with depth is great, and I love reading how you write this as well as your other Jessica stories cause I feel like you really put your soul into. It's great, better than stories that go straight to sex.
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Amazing story with Jess, it's okay that we need to know what happened before, so it will be more logical to perceive the story, look forward to continuing
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Hey, Ladies and Gentlemen!
My new update is done and I am glad that quite a few people voted in the poll, so far I am very happy with how this is received and hopefully I can keep your attention for a while. Bad news first: this is another set-up chapter. However, I hope it is at least a fun read and I promise some nice action within the next update or two. Jessica is looking extremely good on L.A.’s Finest, so you can count on her being on my mind constantly and I will continue this story for a while if you are interested… Anyways, happy reading with the next bit
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“Come on!” Jessica muttered to herself, impatiently shifting her weight from one foot to the other as nothing seemed to happen on the other side of the door. Even after several seconds, there was no detectable movement inside the house and Jessica frowned.
She had not expected nobody to be home. Now that it had happened it struck her that this was a scenario she should have considered, but with the stress of the day her mind had been preoccupied with other things. Taking a step back she scanned the front of the house, looking for any telltale signs that somebody was home – illuminated rooms, open windows – but found nothing.
“Shit!” the Latina hissed, nibbling on her bottom lip as she quickly considered her options. She could leave and come back another time, but driving out here twice would take another chunk out of her schedule and was not something she was keen to do. She could leave the bottle behind, maybe attach a note for Mr. Mitchell to find, however, that would definitely take away from her ability to calm a potentially angry man who was willing to stir up trouble.
Finally, she decided to have a quick look around the house, maybe a quick glance around the back would reveal an opportunity for her to fulfill her mission here quickly and effectively and solve the entire problem within minutes.
Gripping the bottle of wine tighter Jessica spotted a path of flat stones that led across the neatly mowed lawn around the side of the house, making it easier to totter through the garden with her shiny, black Louis Vuitton pumps.
Mr. Mitchell’s garden was simple, but well kept: short grass and a high line of bushes that provided an effective visual barrier towards the neighboring houses as well as a couple of trees. Someone was definitely taking care of their garden without displaying anything overly fancy.
“Hello?!” Jessica shouted, announcing her presence as she slowly came along the side of the house and entering the backyard. Dressed as she was, in high heels and with a full bottle of wine in hand she did not think she would be mistaken for an intruder, however, she also did not want to potentially startle anyone.
The backyard seemed as empty as the house as Jessica followed the path and entered. The biggest part of the medium sized yard was taken up by a big pool which was surrounded by a tiled area with a few lounging chairs facing away from her. Shifting her attention towards the house, Jessica stepped towards the sizable glass windows, squinting her eyes to peer inside.
“Can I help you?!”
Jessica jumped and almost dropped the bottle from her hands, barely suppressing a scream when she heard the male voice coming from behind. Wide-eyed, her pulse racing, she spun around in her heels, spotting the owner of the voice.
A man in his late twenties was lounging in one of the chairs. When she had arrived the back of the chair had hidden him from her view, so she had walked right past him. Now he looked at her with a smirk, obviously amused by her startled reaction.
He was a fit man, slender and athletic, a handsome face with just a hint of stubble and mid-length light-brown hair. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses and the only other thing he was wearing was a light blue pair of swimming trunks. In one hand he held a pair of earphones – a sufficient explanation for why he had never replied to any of her calls – and in the other he held a big, smoking blunt. She obviously had interrupted a man during his end-of-day leisure time.
“Oh my God!” Jessica gasped, feeling her heart pound in her chest, “You startled me!”
That seemed to amuse the man. “Well, I live here!” he shrugged with a chuckle, “You, ma’am, suck as a burglar!”
Jessica smiled nervously and stepped closer, causing the man to cock his head slightly as if surprised. “Holy shit!” he muttered, “This weed must be stronger than expected. I am seeing celebrities…”
The lame joke did enough to ease the tension in Jessica’s gut. Realizing that she had been recognized she relaxed. “Hello, Mr. Mitchell?!” she began the little speech she had worked out on her way here, “I’m here because I heard that my daughter accidentally broke a window on your car…”
“So now you wanted to sneak into my house and bottle me over the head…”
Jessica laughed, the man’s goofy, dry humor working well to relax her. “Well, depending on how this goes, yeah,” she retorted with a smile at the half-naked man, and extended the fine wine to him, “For now I wanted to offer up the bottle as an apology…”
“Oh sweet!” Brad Mitchell sat up in his chair and took the bottle from her, grabbing a pocket knife from the small table that stood next to his chair and immediately cracked the bottle open. Jessica watched incredulous as the man took a big gulp of fine, expensive wine straight from the bottle.
“Wow, that is pretty decent!” he remarked with a smile as Jessica watched, her mouth open. He looked up and saw her staring. “Oh, sorry!” Brad Mitchell quickly said, offering her the bottle, “Want some?”
Jessica was speechless. On one hand she was glad that it seemed that there was no trouble to be expected from the relaxed, friendly man, on the other hand she realized that she might have spent 80 Dollars too much on the wine she had offered.
“No, thanks!” she declined with a smile, realizing that the entire situation offered no danger for her or her daughter’s reputation, “I gotta bounce, Mr. Mitchell, it was a pleasure! Please, get your car repaired and send the bill to the Honest Company, I will take care of that!” She smiled, ready to wrap the encounter up, her mind already working on a call she could make to Mr. Valentini as soon as she left here or getting a quick workout in on her way home. She turned to leave.
“Oh don’t be rude now, Mrs. Alba!” the young man called, “Relax, have a bit of wine with me...”
She gave him a smile, already half-turned away. She liked the young man. “I would love to, Mr. Mitchell, but I have other appointments to keep! Maybe another time…”
“Call me Brad! And it is half past seven. The only thing you need to do right now is to make sure… make sure what exactly? That I don’t sue your daughter over something my insurance is gonna pay anyway?!”
Jessica giggled, looking down. With the young man’s chilled demeanor all the worries she had had suddenly seemed rather ridiculous.
“Sit down, kick off those shoes and have a bit of your incredibly pricey wine with me!” Brad suggested, still offering her the bottle with a cheeky smile, “Make sure it’s not all wasted on a buffoon like me! Come on, it is for the good of your daughter!”
That made her laugh and she finally gave in. “Alright Mr. Mi… Brad!” she accepted the bottle and took a seat in the lounger next to the young man, slipping off her fine shoes and then, after considering for a moment, she also took of her dark blue blazer and revealed the low-cut blouse underneath. It did not escape her attention that this caught a look from the younger man, but she realized she did not mind at all. As she had approached him it had not escaped her that he was in prime physical condition, young, muscular and strong. Only fair to allow him to look as well.
Raising the bottle to him she grinned widely. “For my daughter!” she declared ceremoniously before taking a big sip of wine. It was sweet and heavy and felt amazing as it washed down her throat. As she drank she realized that her big, soft tits pushed against her blouse and captured Brad’s attention, but she did not even care, instead she even pushed her chest out even further while acting like she did not notice his look.
“Good job!” Brad grinned when she finally put down the bottle and realized that she had downed way more wine way quicker than she expected. She could feel the warmth spread in her tummy, could feel herself relax and the stress of the overly busy schedule fell off of her.
She gave him the bottle and in return he offered his joint to her. “Want some?!”
“Nah, thanks!” she declined, “I shouldn’t…”
“Why?” he snickered, “Is your boss going to make you take a drug test?”
She opened her mouth, but then realized that she did not have a good reply. ‘Because it is irresponsible’ seemed like a terrible old thing to say, so instead she simply took it from him and took a deep drag.
She had not had smoked marihuana in years and immediately realized her mistake as she broke into a coughing fit, making the young man laugh. Spurred on, she glared at him and tried again, this time taking a long deep hit.
“Alright, alright, Snoop, that’s enough!” Brad stopped her and she held the smoke in her lung for a second before slowly exhaling. All of her stress was a distant memory now as she leaned back in the comfortable lounging chair, feeling the weed and wine do their magic. Her eyes followed Brad as he put on some music using his phone, admiring his physique.
What do you want to happen next?
- Jessica makes a move on Brad.
- Brad makes a move on Jessica.
- They take a dip in the pool.
- Friend(s) of Brad arrive.
Please vote in the poll above :)
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story picking up traction, it seems in the next chapter we will find out why Jess chose the slippery path
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Friend arrives then do we get an MMF threesome? :P I know what I am voting for.
This has been a joy to read and vote on. Cheers for this great story.
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idea with a friend good, Jess going for a tough ride, but i guess the story has to grow slowly
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Was a tight race, but the pool put in a fantastic comeback. I hope all the others enjoy this too. Apologies for the slight delay, these things tend to happen :P You know how it is...
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“No, you can’t!”
“Bet you I can!”
Jessica snorted with amusement at Brad’s childish insistence on his claim. “You’ve drunk half a bottle of wine and smoked an entire blunt by yourself!” she exclaimed, shaking the empty bottle at him to make her point, “No way you can do that!”
“I totally can! I used to be national level when I was a teen!” Brad shouted, a wide grin on his face, “Besides, you drank most of that bottle, you junkie!”
“Alright!” Jessica rolled her eyes, carelessly tossing the empty bottle into the darkness behind her where it landed with a soft ‘thud’ in the grass. As she abruptly sat up in her chair her vision swam for a moment, making her realize the effect of weed and wine on her system. She felt loose. She felt good.
“Prove it!” she demanded, pointing a finger at the young man.
Brad’s laughter ceased and he looked at her. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his pupils dilated. They had been out for a while, talking shit and laughing and drinking, and he was affected as well. “Alright!” he nodded with solemn seriousness and stood up. He shook ever so slightly for a moment before he found his balance.
“Behold!” he exclaimed with a dramatic wave of his arm before he stepped forward, stretched out his arms and jumped into a handstand at the side of the pool. Despite his drunkenness he quickly found his equilibrium before giving Jessica an upside down grin. “See!”
“Not bad!” the Latina admitted with a smile, admiring the way the young man was sculpted, “But you claimed you could walk on your hands. Do a lap around the pool!”
With an inverted smirk, the drunken man nodded and Jessica watched with amazement as he, despite his state of inebriation, moved quickly and fluently along the tiled sides of the pool.
“Well, fuck me!” she muttered, her face hot as she saw a sizable package bulge out his trunks as he made his way along the far side of the pool before moving back towards her.
“Told ya!” he grinned at her as he turned for the home stretch of his lap.
“You’re not here yet!” Jessica insisted with a grin, not ready to admit she was wrong. “The full lap is done at your chair!”
Brad snorted, ready to complete the last few steps and prove his claim when he passed Jessica’s chair, who suddenly jumped up and gave him a shove, sending the man into the cool water of the pool with a loud ‘SPLASH’.
“Aww, so close!” Jessica laughed, standing at the side of the pool as Brad stood in the pool, dripping water.
“Oh, you little…” he cursed, a wide grin on his face as he wiped water out of his eyes, “Come here, you!”
With that he lurched forward and Jessica let out a squeal, jumping back as the soaked man nimbly climbed out of the pool.
“IIIEK!” Jessica laughed, turning around to run away on her bare feet as he pursued her, both of them laughing like crazy people. However, her tight pencil skirt did not allow Jessica to pick up much speed so Brad caught up with her within a couple of steps.
“Gotcha!”
She cried out laughing as a strong, wet arm wrapped around her stomach and she was lifted into the air. Her naked feet kicked helplessly as she felt Brad’s soaked, muscular physique press against her back.
“Let me go!” she demanded, unable to stop herself from giggling, but nonetheless she tried to pry away the arm holding her in a fruitless attempt.
“Oh no!” Brad laughed into her ear, his voice so close that the little hairs on the back of her neck stood up, “You’ve been naughty! I think you need to cool down…”
“What?” Jessica gasped, then her eyes widened as he turned them both around back towards the pool and her eyes widened as she realized his intention. “No!” she cried, her fighting spirit renewed as she pried at his arm across her stomach, “BRAD! NO! DON’T YOU DARE! AAAAAH!”
She kicked helplessly, her eyes widened in horror as she was carried towards the edge of the pool and Brad jumped. Both of them splashed into the cool water, silencing her shouts as she was dragged beneath the surface, her fine clothes soaked immediately.
Under water, Brad let her go and Jessica immediately came back up, breaking the surface of the shallow pool. Spitting out a mouthful of water she wiped her soaked hair away from her face when she heard him come up behind her.
“You little bastard!” she yelled, not really enraged as she turned around to him, “I’m wearing fucking clothes! Do you know how expensive this skirt was?! You just…”
She stopped dead in her tracks in her tirade when she realized that the young man was not looking her in the eyes. Following his gaze, Jessica looked down herself and her eyes widened once more with shock. Her white, low-cut blouse had not only become transparent in the water, the wetness had made it virtually nonexistent, doing nothing to hide the creamy, tan skin beneath. Worse, the lingerie-like, lacey white bra she wore underneath was so thin that the outlines of her stiff, brown nipples clearly showed, treating the young man’s hungry eyes to a great view of some explicit pokies.
“Ohmygod!” Jessica gasped, her arms instinctively coming up to cover herself as she felt her face turn red with embarrassment. “Oh my…”
She did not get any further as Brad took her by surprise, rushing her and pressing his lips against hers in a fiery, passionate kiss, his hands grabbing the sides of her face and pulled her close.
“Mmmmh!” Jessica moaned in protest, her eyes snapping shut as she was pushed backwards through the waist-high water until her butt bumped against the side of the pool. She felt Brad’s body press against her, hard and muscular as he pinned her against the side of the pool. His lips were demanding and passionate, hot against hers as he held her in place.
… and she gave in! Opening her mouth, she allowed Brad’s tongue to push past her lips in a hungry kiss, her tongue meeting his in a playful duel. Her hands came up, grabbing the back of his head, raking through his short hair as she returned his passion, biting and nibbling at his lips as they made out.
A small voice in the back of her mind told her that this was wrong, that this was cheating, but weed, booze and her libido drowned that voice out easily. She felt a long, hard, thick cock press against her stomach and she knew what she wanted.
“Gaah!” she gasped as Brad finally broke the kiss, letting her catch a breath, “Brad…”
“Shut up!” The young man’s voice was deep with pleasure, a feral growl and Jessica felt a hand grab her soaked hair and another one grab her shoulder and before she knew what was going on she was roughly turned around.
“Ungh!” she grunted as his strong hands bent her over the side of the pool, her hands quickly shooting up to catch her so she would not land face-first on the tiles. The man was a force of nature, she realized as she was held down, her ass pushed out explicitly.
“Brad…” she gasped again as she felt his fingers grab the hem of her tight pencil skirt with urgency.
“Shut up!” came the snarled reply and then her tight skirt was yanked up roughly to her waist, deftly exposing her thick, round ass. The firm cheeks were split by a small, white, lacy thong, as soaking wet as every other inch of her. Brad wasted no time appreciating the sight in front of him and Jessica gave a yelp as the back of her underwear was grabbed and literally ripped off. The waistband bit into her hips for half a second before it snapped and then she was completely exposed, cunt and asshole on display for the man to see.
Before Jessica could even process this turn of events she felt a yank on her hair. Her mouth opened to give a cry at the sharp pain, but before she could make so much as a sound something soft was pushed between her lips and past her teeth. Her eyes widened as the realization hit home that the young man had just stuffed her mouth with the tattered remains of her own panties!
“Mmmph!” Jessica mumbled, completely overwhelmed by the process of things, feeling utterly used and dirty. She sensed Brad shoving down his trunks and felt something hard and smooth hit her right buttock, realizing that he had pulled out his cock and she was about to be fucked, about to be taken!
Based on some primal instinct she spread her thighs apart a little further, granting him a bit more space as he held her down, offering her sex up to him. She felt him move closer, then she heard a spitting sound and the next thing his hand roughly rubbed his slimy spit over her pussy lips.
She whimpered, her ears burning with the debauchery of the entire situation She was fucking soaking wet, in more ways than one!
“Mmmh!” she whimpered as she felt the smooth head of his cock nestle between her soft lips. Taking a deep breath through her nose she braced herself and then he pushed.
“Little slut!” she heard him hiss as her pussy parted for him, letting him slide into her body, into her hot, tight hole.
“Mmmmmmh!” she gave a long, drawn-out mewl in reply. Her fingers fruitlessly scrambled to find something to hold onto as she was stretched open by a man that was not her husband. He sank into her easily, helped by her juices and his spit.
“God, you’re wet!” Brad hissed as he slowly but steadily fed his cock into her pussy. Looking down he watched the actress’ soft nether lips greedily swallow his length. She was tighter than she had expected from a mother, and hot.
He sank the entirety of his shaft on her pussy, watching her small, puckered asshole clench as he bottomed out. His heart raced, blood pumped in his veins as he took a second to let the situation sink in. He was fucking Jessica Alba!
Letting go of her hair, he firmly grabbed her waist with both hands, getting a good hold of her before he slowly pulled back, feeling the wet warmth of her vagina cling to his cock.
“Mmmph!” Jessica mumbled, her nostrils flaring as Brad thrust into her, the force making her entire body shake. Her fingernails dug into the small gaps between the tiles of the floor, finding a minimum of leverage as she took it from behind. “Mmmph! Mmmph!”
She let out muffled grunts every time he thrust into her, her eyes wide and glazed over, staring into the mid-distance. She bit down on her ruined panties as she was slowly fucked. His smooth groin slapped against her ass every time, sending ripples through the tight flesh.
“Fuck yeah!” Brad hissed, feeling water and sweat run down his brow. Clenching his teeth, he threw his head back and basked in the feeling of using the tight MILF-pussy in front of him, fucking her with powerful thrusts. He quickly gained some pace, shaking Jessica’s entire body with his ferocity.
“MMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!” Jessica moaned. She could feel him deep inside her, could feel his thick, rounded head deep in her belly as he plundered her, could feel his swinging balls slap against her clit. Snapping her eyes shut she realized that she already felt an orgasm arise, a warmth that began to spread from her core.
Leaning over her, Brad increased the power of her thrusts, relishing the whimpering sounds he elicited from her. He could tell that she had needed a fuck like this, to be taken, to get that stress properly fucked out of her!
“Take it, little skank!” he hissed at her, pushing his knees between her thighs to force her legs even further apart and open her up more.
Jessica let out a loud mewling sound, turning her head and opening her eyes. The needy, submissive look in her big, brown eyes, the lacy band of her thong peeking from between her full lips… it was almost too much.
“FUCK!” he growled. His right hand let go of her hip and he brought it down in a vicious arc on Jessica’s ass, making her yelp into her gag before he snatched up her half-dissolved, formerly strict ponytail and roughly cocked her head back.
“Fucking whore!” he grunted, “Little bitch! Cunt! Skank!”
Jessica heard him shower her in verbal abuse as he picked up his pace even more, brutally fucking her. The water around them sloshed about wildly as she was getting pounded. She changed her grip, grabbing a hold of the rim of the pool to withstand his wild thrusts, feeling absolutely powerless.
“MWAAH! AAH! AAH!” she cried, the panties-gag doing little to muffle her screams. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly. She couldn’t believe how good this felt! She hadn’t been fucked like this since…
“MMMWWAAARRGH!” Jessica squealed as she came, hard. Her mind exploded into bright light as her entire body tensed. Her cunt clenched tightly around Brad’s cock, milking him for all his worth as he continued to pummel her, using her like some little skank as he chased his own release. Her breath stocked as she felt an overload of sensations. It felt so good!
Realizing he had made the woman cum, Brad allowed himself to get carried away. Releasing her hair, he grabbed her hips again, pulling Jessica back to meet his thrusts.
“YOU! LITTLE! WHORE!” he bellowed, completely disregarding his neighbors before he suddenly pulled his cock, covered in her cream, out of her pussy and grabbed it.
“AAAARGH!” he roared as he came, aiming his tip at the exhausted woman’s upraised ass to splatter rope after rope of sticky, white cum across her golden skin, finishing by directing the last few spurts at her wet, shivering pussy.
“Daaamn…” Brad grinned as he allowed himself to fall back into the water, letting the coolness wash around him as he watched the mess he had made of Jessica Alba’s ass, the exhausted woman hanging limply over the side of the pool.
What do you want to happen next?
- Jump ahead: A few days later
- Jessica flees the scene
- Brad's not done with her (blowjob + cowgirl)
- Brad's not done with her (Jessica gives a rimjob)
The voting feature was changed, so please note that from this update onward you can vote for your two favorite options if you like!
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good good, seems Jessica found out what is cheating, my vote for helpless and panic running to her car, thinking what she has done
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I don't think Brad is done with her yet, hehehehe.
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I'm a little behind but I voted. Wanted to let you know that this series is fun and really enjoy what you're doing with all the choices offered.
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So, Rimjob did it? Can't await to read the next chapter.
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Alright, sorry for leaving this story alone for so long. I started continuations a few times in the meantime, but was a bit blocked and ultimately, it slipped a bit in the background… If you like the new update you have “matstick” to thank for that. He contacted me on Discord and asked. Don’t think it will always work like this though… I’m still lazy and I still have lots of other shit to do. Ultimately I liked how it turned out though, and I hope you’ll like it too.
As a bit of an apology (and because they were damn close with each taking the lead at points) I made both of the top options happen. So, in case I still have the attention of some of you, I would much appreciate it if you made use of the voting option above!
Thanks, guys!
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Grunting, his teeth grit in exertion, Brad gave it his all as he thrust into the drunk woman below him. He was fucking Jessica Motherfucking Alba! And not only that, the gorgeous slut was loving it!
Laying on her back below him, her ankles crossed beneath his butt, the actress greedily pulled him deeper, helping him fuck her pussy while her short fingernails raked the skin of his shoulders. Her hair was a tangled mess, her face sweaty and flushed, twisted in drunken pleasure. Her eyes, half-lidded, had rolled back, only the whites visible, her mouth agape, the corners ever so slightly pulled up into a euphoric expression.
He fucked her good and hard, giving the actress what she craved and she let him know, receiving every powerful thrust with an appreciative, whimpering moan, eagerly giving up her pussy.
Feeling himself get close to yet another orgasm, the young man knew that it was likely to be his last. He had given the gorgeous woman all he had, and she had enjoyed every second, but even his stamina was coming to an end. He lowered his gaze from her stunning face down to those big, soft tits, bouncing up and down on her chest with every thrust, almost hitting the MILF in the chin.
Focused by the sight, Brad gave a grunt of determination. Pushing himself up a little bit further up the bed, he changed his angle and lifted Jessica’s hips off the mattress, increasing the leverage behind his thrusts and fucking her even harder as a result.
Jessica welcomed this change. She had lost the ability to form words about a minute ago, but her hoarse whimpers became louder and shriller as he jackhammered into her. Instinctively knowing he was close and feeling her own release imminent, she uncrossed her ankles from behind his butt and spread her legs wide, almost in a split to allow the young man to use her pussy, fuck her with everything he had. This had the pleasant side effect that the pose caused her ass cheeks to splay and with every thrust she could feel his heavy balls smack up against her small, clenched asshole. The lewd, additional stimulation of the repeated impacts on her sensitive sphincter drove the ferocity of the encounter home, turning her on even more.
“AAH! AAH! AAH! AAARGH!” she came suddenly and harshly. Her sore muscles clenched up suddenly and after a number of previous orgasms she was too tired to fight it, feeling her legs shake and tremble uncontrollably. Overwhelmed by her climax, she felt Brad grab her by the calves, taking complete control as he lifted her legs and pinned them to the bed, effectively folding her in half and opening her pussy up even more as he gave his final thrusts into her soaking wet, slimy cunt.
“FUUUUCK!” Brad groaned, feeling himself get overwhelmed by his own orgasm. Yanking his cock out of Jessica’s clenching pussy, he grabbed it in his fist and aimed it up. With a strained roar, he came hard, shooting several thick ropes of cum over Jessica’s shuddering tits, painting the flushed, golden skin with four thin lines of creamy, white jizz. One of his bursts slightly overshot, reaching all the way to the chin of the delirious actress.
As the ferocity of his orgasm slowly subsided, two weaker spurts of semen splashed on Jessica’s belly before brad let out a grunt and collapsed onto the bed next to Jessica, completely and utterly exhausted.
“Fuuuuuck…” Jessica moaned, lying on her back next to him, staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes as she rode out the aftershocks of her latest orgasm. She could not remember ever feeling so delectably sore. To be fair, at this moment she couldn’t remember much but the last hour…
After splashing around in the pool a little, they had quickly gotten back into it, tearing off each other’s clothes until they both stood naked in the garden. If she was honest, the thought that someone could see her naked tits, her pussy and her butt had really been exciting to her in that moment and when Brad had rather roughly pushed her to her knees beside the pool and shoved his cock into her mouth, that only made the thrill more delicious.
He had surprised her when he did not give her the opportunity to blow him, instead immediately resorting to fucking her face. It was not something she had done a lot, usually hesitant to give up control, but weed and wine had apparently enough of a relaxing effect on her to let herself go a bit, willingly gagging and slobbering all over his cock.
After he had used her mouth for a few minutes, treating her rather gruffly, he had picked Jessica up in his arms, both hands on her ass. She had been out of breath from the facefuck, but the moan she had given when he impaled her pussy again and her own body weight had caused her to sink down his cock had been embarrassingly loud.
Her arms and legs wrapped around him, all she could do was close her eyes and take it as he fucked her. It was so utterly different from anything she had had in the last few years. She was getting used like a slut, but at the same time, she just used him as his dick. It was pure lust, no mutual love and respect but unadulterated desire. It was a fuck, not making love. It was so freeing…
Brad had pushed her to her knees again after a while, forced his cock back into her mouth and made Jessica swallow a load, not giving her any other choice as he held her tight with an iron grip on her hair, not letting her off before he could feel her throat roll in a swallowing motion.
They had headed inside, stark-naked, flustered and sweaty. Brad had cracked open another bottle of wine, a far cry from the quality of the one they had had earlier, but neither of them cared. Jessica knew he was attempting to get her even more drunk and he didn’t even pretend otherwise: as she lifted the bottle to her lips he grabbed it and kept it tilted, making her swallow significantly more than she had intended until the red wine spilled over, running down her body in rich, red rivulets.
As she had giggled he had hoisted her soaked form up onto his dining room table. Diving down his lips and tongue went to work, sucking and slurping the sweet wine off her cleavage and her tits, lightly biting her stiff tit-tips. She had continued to drink straight from the bottle, leaning back as the lips roamed further downwards. Getting more and more drunk while getting her cunt tongue-fucked by a skilled, good-looking young stud… Jessica was in heaven!
He had taken his time, lapping at her clit, teasing her, once or twice letting his tongue linger to flicker across her asshole, even making her eyes bug when he sucked her entire sex into his mouth.
She had cum several times on that table and her knees felt shaky when he pulled her off and led her to his bed room. Instead of tossing her onto the bed, however, Brad had led her over to his big wardrobe, which had mirrored doors. Pushed against it, roughly bent over and forced to plant both hands against the cold glass to keep her balance as she was entered from behind, Jessica once again basked in the feeling of getting taken like a slut. Her ass was getting slapped, her hair was getting pulled and she could do nothing but push her booty back at him and enjoy the experience of getting fucked standing by a man who did not care for her personality and feelings in the slightest.
Jessica let out a dick-drunk giggle as she reveled in the memory of the rough sex, his dick pounding her little pussy. He really made her cum good! He had then tossed her onto the bed and impaled her again fucking her as she had wrapped her legs around him.
Darting her tongue out, Jessica lapped at the streak of cum that had reached her chin. She was not a huge fan of tasting cum, swallowed only because she knew that men loved it, but somehow, in this situation, it only turned her on. Reaching down with one finger, she collected the cum from her stomach and tits and licked it off, savoring the naughty feeling as she swallowed it. Glancing over, she saw Brad watching her, lying on his back in complete exhaustion.
“One more time?” she asked with a dirty grin and a flick of her eyebrow.
Brad chuckled. “Fucking hell, you’re insatiable…” he muttered. “I don’t think that is possible… Maybe tomorrow…”
“Come on…” Jessica grinned, rolling over onto all fours and reaching out to grab Brad’s flaccid cock, “Where is that young man stamina?” she teased, stroking him a few times before lowering her mouth and engulfing the head of his dick, gently sucking.
“Fuuuuck…” Brad groaned at the sensation. Instinctively, he grabbed a hold of Jessica’s hair, but he neither pushed her nor did he pull her off, so Jessica proceeded to slowly suck his dick, trying her best to coax him back to hardness. She only wanted one more go…
Never taking his cock out from between her lips, slowly bobbing up and down, Jessica slid her knees off the bed and to the floor, kneeling between the man’s legs to get a better balance. She made sure to position herself in a way that, if Brad would look up, he would get a perfect view of her ass in the mirror. She knew that the lewd sight was a turn on for him and she was willing to do everything in her power to get him going one more time.
She could taste the tang of her own pussy on his cock, another thing that she usually was not too crazy about, but this time it added to the experience. Letting his still rubbery cock pop out from between her lips she stuck her tongue out and lapped along the underside of his shaft, all the way from the root of the tip, pushing her tongue against the small hole. She felt a shudder run through his body each time she repeated this, but he remained flaccid. Lolling her tongue out all the way, she proceeded to slap his cock against it repeatedly before she took him back inside and turned her head to the side, letting the tip of his dick push into her cheek, making it bulge lewdly. She knew that men loved seeing this kind of thing, that it was enough to men drive wild, but, apart from a tired moan, Brad hardly reacted, he did not even look up!
Not ready to give up, Jessica began to suck his testicles into her mouth, gently sucking the balls while moaning like it was the best thing she had ever tasted, hoping that the small vibrations this would send up his spine would reinvigorate him.
“Come on, Brad!” she begged, stroking his shaft, “Get hard for me! I’ll do all the work, I promise!”
“Sorry, babe!” he chuckled apologetically. “I don’t think I can go any more… Let’s do it again tomorrow in the morning, alright?”
Frustrated, the MILF sat back on her heels. It appeared that it really was not going to happen. Annoyed, she stared at the man’s penis, which did not want like she wanted…
All of a sudden it hit her. Gabrielle had told her about this trick, that she used to drive men wild. Back when she had told Jessica about it, she had been in disbelief and disgust, knowing that she would never try it, but Gab had sworn that it was something that would always work…
Jessica swallowed. It was debauched, but if it meant getting him hard, maybe it was worth a shot…
Brad moaned in disapproval, already half-asleep when Jessica pushed his thighs apart wider, then gently grabbed his cock, softly stroking it. Then, her heart beating a mile a minute, Jessica leaned in, not going for his cock or his balls, but going lower, eyes fixed on Brad’s puckered asshole.
“What the…” Brad jumped, fully awake in a flash when he felt Jessica’s soft tongue slip over his asshole. His eyes wide, he lifted his head to look down, finding Jessica’s big brown eyes stare back at him, his testicles resting on the bridge of her nose as her chin was buried in his ass.
“Oooohfuck!” he gasped as he felt her tongue again, incredulous that she would do such a thing. “Fuck yeah!” he grinned, happy to roll with it. His tiredness was completely gone. Reaching down with his right hand, he grabbed the back of Jessica’s head, taking control and forcing her deeper. “Yeah, you fucking useless cunt whore!” he hissed, “Eat that ass!”
Shocked by the success of her own action, Jessica did not complain. The entire lower part of her face was buried in the man’s ass and she was forced to lick it, but the way it had renewed his energy was crazy! She moaned, helplessly compliant, and continued, giving in to the fact that she was giving a rimjob now.
In the beginning she had been reluctant, timid and shy, wanting to do it, yet not wanting to, too disgusted to do it. Then her tongue had made first contact and, shockingly, she had found that it was not so bad. Instead, to her surprise, the incredible naughtiness was actually a turn on!
“Fucking little cock-hungry bitch! Cunt! You little fucking cum dumpster!” Brad growled, his dirty talk more than a little demeaning now, but she liked it. “More! Deeper, you worthless cunt!”
“Mmmmph!” Looking him deep in the eyes, Jessica complied, pushing the tip of her tongue against his wrinkled hole. She felt it yield, and then her tongue was in his ass. The realization made her pussy shudder.
More shocking than anything to her was how much she liked this! She was Jessica Alba, actress, entrepreneur, wife, mother… ass-eater! She couldn’t comprehend it. She loved it! Licking, slobbering, she blew this man’s mind beyond what she had thought possible.
“Mmmmh! Oh wow!” Jessica gasped, breaking free of his grip when she saw Brad’s cock rise again, strong and hard, it had worked. Apparently, rimjobs were a trick in her arsenal now…
“Oh yeah!” Brad grinned, flexing his cock for her benefit, watching with amusement as Jessica’s eyes followed its sway like she was hypnotized.
“Come here!” he reached down, but to Jessica’s surprise did not grab her by the arm, but instead grabbed her throat. He did not choke her, but it definitely was a very dominant display, not that she minded at this point as he pulled her up to her feet, “Ride me, cunt!”
Jessica had no objection and eagerly climbed into his lap, his fingers still around her throat. Reaching down, she grabbed his cock around the base and, teasing them both, lightly slapped the underside against the bald, soaked lips of her pussy, enjoying the way it made him hiss. Then she lined him up with her petite hole and without further ado, she sank onto his cock.
They both moaned in sync, Jessica’s a bit strained due the light restraint around her neck, as she easily took him inside, her wet hole extremely relaxed after all the fucking.
She did not waste any more time, the penetration focusing her mind on her goal: achieve another orgasm! Flicking and gyrating her hips, she rode him hard, causing the entire bed underneath them to shake and bump up against the wall. Her tits bounced wildly on her chest, causing Brad to grab one of them and squeeze it hard, eliciting another gasp.
Grabbing his wrist, she pulled his hand away from her throat and down to her other tit, inviting him to play with them as she threw her head back to face the ceiling, basking in the feeling of being impaled on a thick cock.
Unabashedly, she screamed her pleasure out. She didn’t care who heard. She felt good!
Letting go of her tits, Brad grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks and mauled them in the same way, spreading them wide and helping her slam herself down onto him with more force.
“OHGOOOOOD! OOOOOH! OOOOHGOOOD!” Jessica cried. One hand crept between her legs to where he spread her open and she began furiously playing with her clit, rubbing it for added stimulation as she felt that final, much longed-for orgasm slowly arise.
“AWW! YEAHH! YEAH!!” she screamed, feeling Brad deliver a stinging slap to her right ass-cheek.
“Cum for me, you cunt!” Brad growled, his voice rising, getting more urgent until he bellowed it out, “Cum for me! CUM, YOU BITCH!!!”
With that final word he roared and came, deep inside Jessica’s pussy. Her eyes widened at the sensation of receiving his cum, feeling the warm jizz shoot deep in her cunt. Receiving a creampie was the final straw that sent her over.
“I’M CUMMIIIIIIING!” she announced as her pussy clamped around him. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as wave after wave of endorphins flooded her body, robbing her of her senses and sending her crashing down on top of Brad, her fingers digging into his flesh to hold on.
When her orgasm slowly ebbed off, all she could do was slide Brad’s spent prick from her pussy and collapse on the bed next to him. She fell asleep then and there, his creamy, white semen still leaking out of her freshly-fucked pussy.
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First things first: I will not write something involving Jessica getting pregnant. Sorry if the creampie got your hopes up. If that is your thing, I cannot help you there, you gotta find someone else. Anyway, everyone gets two votes and I promise not to take half a year again…
What happens next?
- Jessica has a meeting with Mr. Valentini
- Jessica discusses the construction site with Mr. Buchner
- Jessica goes on a business trip along with her assistant
- Jessica returns to meet Brad
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Cheers, new chapter, thanks for continuing writing. It's time to find out how Jess agreed to have sex with Mr. Buchner and in general what connects them, my vote for this. Although on the other hand, Mr. Valentini, still an idle character, he also needs to be given the opportunity to fuck Jess.
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Thank you for a new chapter, I missed out on this fun adventure when you first started. Glad to be able to vote now and hope you are doing well. Happy holidays to whom is probably my favorite author on here.
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Thanks for a new chapter, sorry I am late leaving you some feedback. Got my vote in. This has been a fun journey reading through these chapters.
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Okay, a bit of plot, but I promise to make it up to you guys next time (which will not take a month)
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Looking out the window of the cab, Jessica watched the New York traffic crawl by. They were stuck in traffic, but with things going as they were, she would just about make it to her next appointment. Her final appointment of the day.
Mr. Roger Fucking Valentini. The old fucker really tested her nerves at this point. He had stood his damn ground, insisting on his stupid, ludicrous idea that he would only sign this multi-million-dollar deal that would bring millions of dollars to both his company as well as Jessica’s “Honest Company” if she would agree to be present for another meeting with her.
It was beyond ridiculous. As if the two of them being in the room was even required, would even do the slightest thing for him. It was nothing but a stupid power move. But the old fucker had dug his heels in, had refused to sign the papers a month back in LA just because she had not been there, so now here she was: in New York, forced to be the adult and deal with the mogul’s childish tantrum.
It had been a stressful day. A meeting with another potential partner in the morning, followed by a brief work-out in the hotel gym before she had attended a glamour shooting, posing and strutting for the camera. Routine work, but it ground her down. At least she looked fantastic. In the window’s glass, Jessica caught her reflection, the carefully, professionally-applied make-up and the glossy hair the stylists had outfitted her with really had brought out the best of her looks. If she had not been so exhausted, Jessica would have felt excited.
For a brief second, her mind wandered back to a month ago. The last time she had felt stressed out. She had ended up in another man’s bed. She had gotten high and drunk and had fucked another man. She had licked his ass, for Christ’s sake! Jessica blushed as the memory welled up inside her again, embarrassed, but at the same time her bare thighs inadvertently rubbed against each other and she felt a sensuous heat. It had been so fucking hot!
Not only that. Instead of being wrecked by guilt as she had expected, Jessica had discovered that she felt relaxed over the next few days. It seemed, her raunchy encounter had served to vent all that pent-up pressure and for almost a week, she had mastered all the challenges of her stressful day-to-day life with a smile on her face. Then the high of her lewd actions had worn off.
Now she was back to her old, stressed self. Useless handymen in her home, a lazy-as-fuck husband, jobs modeling, acting and being an entrepreneur. It was a damn nightmare.
Watching the small stores roll by her window, one of the shops suddenly caught her attention. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as the cab came to a stop, once more stuck in the famously horribly New York traffic, leaving her sitting right in front of the shop’s window.
They were not in a good part of New York right now. If they had been, a shop like this would not have been around. Mesmerized, Jessica stared at the wide window, filled with all kinds of lewd objects. Dildos, whips, chains, masks, two dolls dressed in naughty nurse and policewoman-outfits. She felt a tingle between her thighs as she took in all the stuff on show.
Realizing that she was getting wet just looking at the mere display of sexual equipment, Jessica felt her cheeks blush slightly. Over the last few weeks, her mind had repeatedly gone back to her encounter with Brad, relishing in the memories of her raunchy encounter. She had considered trying to get her husband to scratch the itch, but after ten years of marriage, the thought of getting laid by Cash just did not spark excitement within her. She loved him, but she realized that the thought of fucking him did not get her blood pumping as much anymore.
The cab rolled on and Jessica caught one more thing. At the entrance of the shop hung a poster. A man and a woman, him dressed in a fancy tuxedo, her dressed in a small, black dress. Both of them wearing fancy opera masks. “Swinging Party at the Mansion Sauna Club!” Jessica red in a deep red font, along with the current date and immediately the idea of anonymous, secret sex with no strings, no consequences entered her mind.
“Oh, come on!”
The frustrated moan ripped Jessica from her thoughts and her head whipped around to see Jack in the seat next to her, on the phone, his mouth tightened in anger.
“Is this supposed to be a joke? Who does Mr. Valentini think he is? We came all the way here just to meet him! Tell him to make time!”
Jessica sighed, putting two and two together as her assistant raged on the phone, arguing with a woman on the other side, Mr. Valentini’s assistant, to salvage something from this trip.
“We arranged this trip just for him. We spent days rescheduling the calendar to meet his ludicrous demands… No, our flight is tomorrow morning, we do NOT have time then… Then he should not have cancelled half an hour before the meeting!”
Jessica couldn’t help but smirk in amusement as she watched Jack. She realized that she was not even pissed. The cancellation meant time off. An evening to herself, room to breathe. She could have told Jack to calm down and that she was actually happy with the development, but on the other hand, he was really cute like this.
In his late twenties, her assistant was in great shape, athletic and slim, wearing a nice, casual suit. His beard was a fashionable stubble, his brunette hair short, his blue eyes dreamy. She had picked him because he was damn good at his job, but the fact that he absolutely was eye-candy didn’t hurt either.
“Tell Mr. Valentini that this is unacceptable! Tell him…” Jack suddenly stopped when Jessica calmly put her hand on his arm, looking over at her.
“It’s fine, Jack! Let it go!” Jessica smiled before leaning towards the driver. “Excuse me, sir! We had a change of plans. Could we get back to the hotel instead please?!”
An evening to do what she pleased. She was really looking forward to this.
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“So, Jack! Any plans on what you are going to use your evening off for?!”
Jessica asked as she and her assistant stepped into the elevator. The two of them had had dinner at the hotel’s restaurant (Jessica’s treat) and were just about to head up to her room.
The young man gave a smile. “To be honest, I might use it to stay in. The last couple of weeks have been stressful. I might grab a drink at the bar at the top floor and watch some popcorn movie in my room.”
“Come on, Jack! A young guy like you, all alone in New York City? Is that how you will spend your time? Live a little!” she teased, playfully pushing his shoulder. Surprised, she registered just how strong that arm felt.
“I think not!” Jack chuckled, “I think a quiet night is just what is called for… how about you?”
“Haven’t decided yet…” Jessica admitted, “I might book myself a massage…”
“That sounds great!” Just then, the elevator came to a halt, the doors sliding open. “This is my floor. Enjoy your evening!”
Watching the doors close as her assistant left the elevator, Jessica began contemplating her plans for the evening as she made her way to her own floor. Maybe she should meet Jack at the hotel bar. She could still feel the hard muscle of his strong arm against her hand. The things he could do with those arms…
On the other hand, she was more than a little intrigued by that poster she had seen earlier. Maybe, this party was just the right place to really work the stress out of her system without having to fear consequences?
Or maybe getting a massage actually was the best way to finish the day?
Please vote in the poll above for one of the three options!
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Without hesitation, swinger party, the first gangbang for Jess, I guess, and other dirty stuff. At least there are probably a lot more sex adventures than with the other options, because we are here for this, right?
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Fair enough, easy choice, I guess. I planned to get this done quicker, but I guess I am always slow… I hope this new segment is enjoyable and I hope this next choice will be a little bit tougher.
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„Th- thank you! The rest is for you!” Jessica said with a smile, her stomach quivering with nervousness as she slid out of the backseat of the cab, slipping the driver a 50-dollar-note.
The New York wind wafted along her bare shins as she stepped upon the sidewalk, bringing her current state of dress to the forefront of her mind. Swallowing hard to battle her nerves, Jessica absently tightened the belt of her elegant black coat as she began walking.
Just in case, she had told the cabbie to drop her off about a block away from the club, setting out to walk the rest of the way. Glancing back over her shoulder she caught the driver take in the sight of her swaying ass. He realized he had been caught and, giving her an apologizing smile he pulled away from the curb to take off.
Watching him disappear, Jessica pulled a big pair of sunglasses out of her pocket, put them on and made her way towards the address she had found on the internet.
As soon as she had entered her hotel room she had looked the party up on her phone. The “Mansion Sauna Club” was located in a big old house at the outer reaches of an industrial area, away from the biggest turmoil of the city. She had found pictures and from the looks of it, while the “Mansion” was a bit shopworn from the outside, the interior was tastefully designed. It derived its name from the basement, where a big sauna area had been set up, but from what Jessica could gather, the party would focus on the floor above, which was furnished in a 50’s style Gentlemen’s bar, noble and elegant.
The website had explicitly stated that the club carried a standard of visual appearance, declaring the right to refuse guests in case their outer appearance did not match their ideals. The formulation was not overly specific, but Jessica concluded that she could at least expect a modicum of decent looking people once she arrived.
Pulling out her phone, she quickly checked GoogleMaps to assure herself that she was on the right path. The area was not exactly deserted, she didn’t think there was such a place in New York at any time of day, but cars and pedestrians were sparse, giving the dark area a ghostly feel that made her queasy stomach feel even worse.
Finding the right address, Alba almost gasped a sigh of relief as she quickly climbed the weather-worn, stone steps that led to the entrance door of a huge, ugly, old building, which looked completely inconspicuous from the outside, but she could see a light through the entrance door and before she could even look for a button to ring a bell, the door opened and a gorgeous-looking red-haired lady in a form-fitting, black cocktail-dress opened the door.
The upper part of her face was hidden behind a golden, venetian mask, which was embroidered with all kinds of dainty details, leaving the lower part of her face bare, a wide, painted-red smile.
“Well, hello there, darling!” the woman’s voice was smoky. Jessica guessed she must have been in her forties, an absolute bombshell. Her flimsy dress showed off her curves, displaying a mouth-watering amount of cleavage and she moved with a stunning grace, an aura of confidence.
Realizing that she was staring at the woman, Jessica blushed slightly. God, she was nervous! She could hardly remember ever being so on edge. Her mouth was dry as she tried to speak and she had to clear her throat.
“H-hello!” Fuck, was it just her mind or was she really sounding this pathetic? “I… I am here for the party?!”
Her stuttering caused Jessica’s blush to deepen and she hoped that her big sunglasses covered that at least partially. God, this was nerve-wrecking.
“Oh, that is great!” The woman’s smile was warm and friendly, but at the same time the self-assuredness she displayed made Jessica feel even smaller. “Is this your first time with us?”
Not wanting to hear her own, shaky voice again, Jessica just nodded, her tummy in knots. Immediately she regretted her decision, feeling even worse about herself.
The red-haired hostess stepped aside with the warm smile. “Well, everyone’s nervous the first time. Come on in!” Obeying the invitation, Jessica was extremely aware of how the woman’s eyes took her in. Her buttocks inadvertently flexed as she felt the redhead’s gaze when she closed the door behind her.
She was inside. At a swinger party. Here to get fucked! The realization triggered another burst of adrenaline and the actress felt her body shiver in nervousness. Turning to face the hostess, she found the woman smiling at her. That warm smile. But underneath, Jessica could sense something else. Something that made her feel like a doe in headlights.
“Do you need a mask?”
“Yes, please!” Jessica forced herself to speak.
The woman reached over to a small table next to the entrance door and grabbed a mask from a small pile, handing it to Jessica. It was similar to the one the hostess wore, just black instead of gold. A lacy, thin piece of fabric that would cover the region around her eyes to disguise her identity. The only thing that could keep everyone from knowing who she was.
“Behind that door are the changing rooms!” the woman pointed. “There are lockers in there to keep your personal belongings… Remember, you can’t take your phone! We don’t want anyone to be filmed without their consent! If you want to document your fun, there are possibilities of that, just ask… The party is over there!”
Jessica followed the direction the woman pointed at to see a pair of big, heavy oak doors that looked right in place with the theme of the location that Jessica had seen on the internet. “Okay!”
“Now go get changed and then go have some fun!”
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Jessica could feel her heart pound in her chest as she stood in front of the changing room mirror. She could not remember ever being so nervous. While her jobs regularly demanded that she would do things that made her uncomfortable in one way or another, this was entirely different.
She had always been very strict, almost famous, with her no-nudity-attitude. She was aware that people liked looking at her, but she had decided that there was a limit on what she allowed them to see. Being naked made her feel vulnerable. Yet, now a number of people would get to see her naked if she went through with this. And they would not just see her breasts, like in some classy photoshoot. No, they would see everything! They would see her tits, they would see her cunt, they would probably get some good looks of even her asshole! A multitude of strangers would get to see her asshole!
The lewd thought made Jessica’s throat tighten, her tummy knot up, but at the same time she felt her pussy moisten. The thought, while terrifying, was a huge turn-on as well. In fact, the sexual excitement she felt, the thought of getting fucked by a random stranger, made her push through her nerves. She would get herself some dick!
Putting on the finishing touches with her sensual, dark red lipstick, Jessica straightened and tossed the stick back into her make-up bag before stepping back and giving herself a once-over. God, if anyone would recognize her and get a picture of her like this it would be a disaster.
The website had declared the dresscode to tonight’s party and had made it clear that there would be no room for anyone not ready for this. Lingerie. Women would attend in lingerie.
On one hand, this was a good thing: underwear was something she had in her suitcase. Had the dress-requirements been more exotic (and not demanded business attire or workout gear) Jessica would have been stumped. Now, she wore a matching set of black, lacy lingerie. The bra, a revealing half-cup that was all but see-through, pushed her big, soft breasts up and together, creating a delicious, deep display of cleavage. Her tits had grown with motherhood and Jessica could not help but be proud of the results.
Her eyes travelled down over her trim stomach down to her panties and she blushed a little bit as she once again realized how small they were. It wasn’t like she had packed a huge amount of alternatives for this trip, so she had been kind of stuck with the one matching set she brought. The lacy bottoms were cut about as tight as they could be. Similar to the bra, they were almost see through, inviting a second, closer look and just barely hiding Jessica’s small, delicate slit. However, due to their tightness, that effect was almost completely for naught, as not only they clung to her sex, following her groove and displaying the outlines of her pussy in a devilish cameltoe, but the strip of fabric was also so narrow that it revealed a good third of her smooth cunt lips on either side.
The back was no better as the strap of her thong was so thin it literally disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. Turning around, Jessica gulped as the entirety of her ass was on display. She bent over slightly and her eyes widened when her firm buttocks splayed from the pose and she realized that the small string did not even cover her tightly clenched asshole! In fact, a good portion of her wrinkled, brown sphincter was visible on either side. She had always considered this set as sexy but practical as it would not show lines beneath even tight skirts, but now that she would step in front of people she realized just how slutty it looked! It looked like something a porn star would wear!
Her choices of footwear had been similarly limited. In fact, once her running shoes and a pair of sneakers were taken away, she had the choice between her stylish business pumps and a pair of black, overknee-length leather boots. While the pumps were cute and professional at the same time, they were also dark blue, disrupting the color scheme of the rest of her “outfit”, so now Jessica wore high-heeled, shiny black leather boots.
Originally she had taken them in case she would have had time for a paparazzi stroll, giving them something eye-catching while not revealing anything. Paired with jeans, like she had intended, the boots would have looked sexy, with three inch heels and some shiny, polished buckles at the side. Now, in combination with tight, sexy underwear, they looked slutty.
“I look like a whore!” Jessica murmured to herself, feeling slutty and sexy at the same time. If it was not okay to look like a whore tonight, when was the time then?
Nonetheless, when she looked back at the reflection on her face, she could see the nervousness in her own eyes behind the black, lacy mask. Coincidentally, the borrowed mask fit her lingerie perfectly, the style of the lace very similar. It looked dangerously thin though and some small voice in the back of Jessica’s head doubted that it would be enough to disguise her identity.
With her lips painted a sinfully dark shade of red and her brunette hair tied back into a French braid that fell over her left shoulder, Jessica like what she saw very much. She was just a bit freaked out by how much she saw.
“Fuck it, let’s do this!” Throwing her make-up back into her chosen locker to the rest of her stuff, she quickly locked it with a self-chosen combination before she turned to leave. One last glance in the mirror, one last, deep, calming breath and Jessica was out of the door.
On her way through the lobby, Jessica gave the red-haired hostess a quick, nervous smile before she turned towards the oak doors. She could hear jazz music from the other side. Her heart racing, Jessica grabbed the door knob.
“Excuse me!”
Jessica froze as she heard the hostess’ voice calling out from behind her, her hand clasped around the knob. Some primal, ludicrous instinct yelled at her to run, just run away. Instead, Jessica slowly turned around.
“Y-yeah?!” she asked. Damned, her voice shook again!
The redhead approached her, a smile on her face, but a stern look in her eyes. “You can’t go in there like that.”
Jessica’s heart skipped a beat. “What do y-you mean?” God, her voice sounded squeaky.
The hostess smiled and pointed at Jessica’s chest. “The bra. Take it off!”
“What? No!” Jessica protested, her arms inadvertently coming up to protect her breasts. “Why?”
“It’s the dresscode!”
“No, dresscode is lingerie!” Jessica insisted, feeling panic in her voice.
“No, I’m sorry,” the woman smiled as she calmly explained, “The rule is that only panties or boxers are allowed. Those boots are fine. Very nice by the way! But you can’t wear a bra!”
“Ohmygod!” Jessica thought, staring wide-eyed at the other woman as she realized that even as exposed as she was, she’d have to bare even more! Swallowing hard, Jessica’s arms reached behind her back and she unhooked her bra, quickly slipping it down her arms.
The redhead’s smile turned a bit more predatory as Jessica’s breasts were released from their constraints. They sagged the tiniest bit without the support due to their size, but still were amazingly firm, capped with dime-sized, hazel-colored areolas and small, stiffening nipples. Reaching out, she snapped the bra from Jessica’s hands.
“I will keep this for you!” she declared before nodding towards the door, “Now go have fun!”
She watched as Jessica meekly turned and opened the door, a smirk spreading as she admired the skimpy thong that did nothing to cover the Latina’s firm bubble butt. This hot, little whore was in for the night of her life…
As Jessica pushed the door open and entered the party she was painfully aware how her bare tits jiggled with each of her steps, just how exposed she was to anyone looking her way…
Who is going to have fun with Jessica first?
- A man (public blowjob)
- A man (back room destruction)
- A woman (public pussy-licking)
- A woman (back room strap-on play)
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Public blowjob sounds great
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i'm go with a "man" choice, Jess needs some mans, not a fan of lesbo stuff and definitely this story need some rougher, tougher chapters, like a first one or like in your another stories, hope the next chapter will come soon, thank you for sharing