Paying with Pussy: Epilogue
Starring Jessica Alba
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* * * * *This brief story follows on from Jessica Alba's Paying with Pussy story, so I suggest you read that first, you can find it here:
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* * * * *Jessica Alba was sat at her desk, working busily at her computer. It had been another long, tiring day of meetings, emails and working on business strategy to continue to excel The Honest Company to success. Since her business dealing, the venture had accelerated from strength to strength and grown hugely, supported by her dedication and that of her team, and the millions of dollars provided by Mr Russell.
Mr Russell, her financial backer, the one who had poured so much into her company and placed so much trust in her, and in return wanted her body. It was a hard deal she’d readily accepted and played her part in, and the result was her fledgling business soaring to heights she’d never dared dream of. Ten years had gone by so fast and her company had become a huge success, and the countdown to her payment had trickled away. She’d done her part and shot the movie he wanted, with a huge amount of energy and effort that she hoped would please him.
It had, and he’d personally congratulated her after the fact with more of the very expensive champagne he lavished on her. Her anxiety had been misplaced and in the weeks that followed she heard nothing of the video, no leaks or scandalous stories breaking, and those weeks hard turned to months as she’d relaxed, confident in the privacy that had been promised to her. She’d actually had some more acting offers, which could be coincidental but also could be as a result of certain Hollywood producers seeing that video she’d made.
She’d never know, the privacy of it all clearly extended to them and she was hardly going to bring it up. Either way it didn’t matter and all she wanted to do was focus on the success going forwards in the wake of it months earlier. But right now she was frazzled, burnt out by another busy day of dealing with people and suppliers, all that strive and struggle telling as she sighed and sat back from the screen, leaning into her leather chair as she pulled her glasses off and wiped her eyes tiredly.
Jessica glanced at the clock; it was past eleven and she’d been at it for hours, but she knew there were things she needed to wrap up before she called it a night. Still, she needed a break and another cup of coffee wasn’t going to help. She felt restless, wound up, unable to quite sit still. Thinking for a moment, she knew exactly what she needed and it wasn’t a hot drink. No, she needed to relieve her frustrations far more directly, and after all why shouldn’t she? Alone in her home office, completely private where nobody would know.
Standing, she reached down for her tight pencil skirt and ran her hands over the fabric. She was wearing a tight black pinstripe business suit, something to show off her phenomenal body and figure earlier on when she’d been holding meetings. There was no way she’d be able reach up the skirt so she grabbed the zip at the side and pulled it down, releasing the clinging hold it had around her hips. She dropped it to her knees, position keeping it from falling all the way to the floor as she slipped the black satin panties after it, nothing too racy but she loved how they felt against her and she wanted to feel sexy that day.
The foxy underwear matched the suit, and also how she was completely smooth, waxed completely as she had been when she’d filmed the video, demanded by the contract. Her dark landing strip had been removed to leave her utterly smooth and strokably soft and ever since she’d decided to keep herself bare, finding it sexy and somehow more fitting in the wake of all that. The satin panties peeled away from her toned ass and joined the skirt around her knees, leaving her exposed as she dropped back into the leather chair.
Her bare ass felt different on the leather chair, not cold from her hours of sitting there working, but naughty, like she shouldn’t be doing it. And she supposed she shouldn’t, she was meant to be working but hell it was her company and time, she could do what she wanted. It wasn’t like she was logging a time sheet with somebody. Her hand slid over her thigh and straight onto her smooth, puffy lips, already turned on and ready for it, her touch easily finding exactly what she wanted as her fingers brushed over her clit.
She gasped then sighed as she paused, then continued her ministrations, pressing a little more gently as she worked her digits into her clit through the soft hood to circle herself. Jessica leaned back in the chair and relaxed as she got to work, feeling the sensual satisfaction of her efforts tingling through her. She murmured comfortably as she got into it, driving her finger a little firmer, pointing it more to stimulate herself more intently as she masturbated. She spread her legs a little more, pulling her ankles together to allow it as her knees fought the skirt and panties tangled around her legs.
She somehow wasn’t hitting the spot though and gave a frustrated grumble to herself, knowing the orgasm was there for the taking but she couldn’t somehow find the mood. Maybe she was just too tense, too busy and rushed so her body refused to unwind and let it happen. But she was too frustrated and knew she needed an orgasm, something to help her relax a bit even if it wasn’t the most spectacular climax she’d ever achieved.
But her body just didn’t want to co-operate despite the urge to play with her smooth pussy and the pleasurable tingles that went through her as her finger probed, it just wasn’t coming together properly. After another minute or so trying she gave up, Jessica sagging back in the seat as her hand went limp, wrist aching, not realising how hard she’d been tensing herself in the effort.
She didn’t know what to do, she never normally had this problem. It must just be the stress of all the business she had going on. Business was fulfilling but could get on top of her at times, but she knew she had to keep moving forward. After all, she’d put a lot of herself into it...and given a lot to get where she was. As she sat back, the rough, intense video shoot crossed her mind, reminding herself how she’d got to where she was, what she’d been willing to do to succeed, to have the chance to build her brand.
Jessica sighed slowly as she thought about it and how she’d submitted, backing up the signature she’d put on the contract a decade earlier and doing what was demanded of her. It had been hard, the hardest fuck of her life, the rigorous and ultimately humiliating sexual experience that had left her aching for days. But god, it was equally as hot the more she thought about it, her brain only remembering the excitement, the sheer rush of it, how she’d fucked with absolute abandon. Or rather having been fucked, since she’d been dominated and owned throughout it, never once getting on top, being pounded relentlessly for the directors pleasure until he was finished.
She realised how horny she was as she day dreamed about the most incredible sexual experience of her life, her pussy wetter and clit stiff, ready to go now as she mulled it over. Her hand immediately found its way back onto her smoothly waxed lips and she shuddered as she rubbed over her clit, not feeling a hint of hesitation now as she rubbed the delicate button through her hood. She spread her thighs more to give herself easy access, lips splitting open a little to let her lips protrude fully as her fingers started to rub more intently.
Jessica remembered the way Steve, the director, had ordered her about, making her perform for the camera and work for her living, despite the fact she’d been in the most intimate and vulnerable situation. Sure he was hardly perfect, he’d enjoyed plenty of glances at her, taking his chance to watch Jessica Alba fucking in front of his camera and being treated very roughly at his direction, but overall he’d been professional and straightforward with her, something she loved. He just saw her as another celebrity fuck doll earning her living, he’d seen lots of people like her she imagined and somehow that made it hotter, like he wasn’t blinded by her fame.
But overall all he’d been directing her to do was pretty much handle the enormous, thick, pulsing cock of her co-star Vance Hammer, the man with nine inches and plenty of energy to use them. He was cocky and self assured, very aware of how impressive his manhood was and it was pretty clear he ate Hollywood starlets like her for breakfast. He’d certainly chewed her up with no regard for her status, much like the director, simply taking her as another co-star, another job...another celebrity fuck toy.
And god he had fucked her. Jessica shivered as she thought about his huge cock, easily the biggest she’d ever encountered in real life and the aches afterward told her exactly that. She gasped as a surge went through her, a race of exhilaration as her fingers got more intense, probing more directly again as they attacked her clit, rapidly circling it through her delicate folds. She shoved her heels into the floor to brace herself as she reclined in the chair, spare hand on the armrest as she vigorously stimulated herself.
Just the thought of Vance’s huge prick and what he’d done to her with it was enough to make her wet. She knew she shouldn’t lust over it, that wasn’t right given the nature of everything but she couldn’t help herself. Nobody had ever fucked her like he did, nobody. It wasn’t just his big cock, the length and thickness more than she could handle, it was how he fucked her, his stamina and power, just overwhelming her in every way.
He’d treated her as a complete fuck toy and she’d submitted to that, letting herself be led and used for the camera in every way Steve had decreed. Jessica breathed hard as she dispensed with her soft hood and worked at her sensitive button directly, not too much now, finger powering on hard as it strummed at her soul while her mind tumbled over fitful memories of her video shoot. It had started with the blowjob, after some performance from her for the cameras, acting slutty and giving the trashiest lap dance to Vance as he simply waited to fuck her.
She’d given in and let herself be uninhibited as best she could but it’d been tough, especially to start with, but Vance didn’t care and she doubted anyone watching did either, including Mr Russell, who she was sure watched and enjoyed her destruction at the hands of his huge prick soon after the film was completed. She’d started by sucking on his big dick, which of course she couldn’t get in her mouth, using her hands to help herself pleasure him, loving how rock hard he was, so stiff and ready for her.
She’d struggled to work him into her throat but that hadn’t stopped him trying and he’d fucked her face harder than she’d ever had in her life. Harder than she’d ever allowed, never letting men get so rough with her, but under contract and Steve’s direction she’d let Vance hammer her until she couldn’t talk properly. He hadn’t been able to fit it all into her despite his efforts, bruising the back of her throat so it hurt for days afterwards, his hands yanking at her hair, forcing her down and ignoring her gags, making her choke, eyes watering uncontrollably as he jammed his cock into her. On top of that he’d forced her down and emptied his balls down her throat, making her swallow as he pumped it deeply into her, something she’d only let her husband do to her since she was in her twenties.
On the plus side however he’d treated her to one of the most intense pussy licking sessions of her life. She wasn’t sure if it had been the situation or his skill, perhaps a blend of the two, and it had all been to warm her up so he had the best chance of fitting his massive prick inside her but still. His excellent touch and technique had made her quake and in a surprisingly short time had built her to a huge, body shaking orgasm that made her scream with pleasure. It had the bonus of making her wetter, her pussy just a bit more relaxed and ready for him, but the way he’d effortlessly licked her to incredible pleasure stuck in her mind.
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What stuck more in her mind however was his enormous cock, nine inches long and thick to boot, exactly what everyone expected when they watched porn. Only now she’d experienced it for real, and like most women couldn’t really take it and definitely couldn’t get over it. Oh he’d made it fit, as after eating her silky smooth pussy he’d spread her legs and squeezed himself inside her, taking some time to work his thick head in before burying his cock into her in a slow, powerful drive until her body swallow him completely. She’d taken it all, every inch all the way to the hilt with surprising ease even if it had made her squeak in pain, pinned down and impaled by the biggest cock she was sure she’d ever had the fortune to see.
It had been tough, no doubt about it, her body flinching at the pain as her limits were pushed hard, stretched to the utmost around him as he forced into her but god she’d felt good when he’d done it. To take such a huge cock was so hot and she’d shivered in such pleasure despite some discomfort, but Vance hadn’t cared about that and instead pulled her legs up, heels towards the ceiling and started fucking her. All she’d been able to do was hold on and take it, the thick shaft plunging deeper inside her than any man before, her fingers tight on the edge of the sofa as he pounded her for the eager eyes of the camera.
Steve had got everything, every angle, close ups of every shot, every motion and struggle of her body as Vance had smashed her with his thick, porn star prick. Every little plunder of her perfect, gym-honed body was caught on tape and truth was she loved it. She’d been able to feel somehow freed by her contract, by knowing she had no choice but to obey and instead just laid back and got used, fucked so hard she’d be walking funny for days. It had however encouraged her to buy a new dildo a couple of weeks afterwards, much larger than anything else she owned as it was far more akin to Vance’s impressive weapon and she’d used it a couple of times when she couldn’t help but fantasize over her shoot.
Jessica’s finger worked harder, moving faster and more deliberately as she masturbated in her office chair, gasping hungrily as her heart raced. The excitement made her tingle, her clit buzzing as she circled and stroked it, fingertip racing around it and pushing hard across it to make herself gasp. She struggled to keep her legs open as her thighs tried to clench together, skirt dropping to the floor as her muscles twitched powerfully. Her whole body tingled as she recalled how Vance had treated her, fucking her like any other new girl in the porn industry, using her like a toy as the camera drank it all in, fulfilling her contract.
And she blushed a little as she knew she’d played up to it, her reluctance and discomfort turning to enjoyment as she performed for the camera. She just got into the mood and did her part as she was captured on tape, like she might on any show or movie, only that time it had been the real her and she knew it. She hadn’t been playing a part, not working with a script or character, it’d been her getting slutty and uninhibited, working with Vance as he smashed his huge cock deep inside her and stretched her pussy like she’d never had before.
She breathed hard as she braced herself in the chair, digging her feet in as she worked fast, body rushing in arousal now, absolutely alive as she thought about Vance’s huge prick. Jessica shuddered and arched her back, shoved her pelvis forward into her fingers more as she thought about the hardest, most intense part of it all – when he’d fucked her in the ass. The biggest cock she’d ever seen and that had been the one to pop her anal cherry.
God it’d been hot. Her mind blocked out the worst parts of the pain she figured, remembering fleetingly how painful and embarrassing it was when he’d just forced his enormous cock into her ass and stretched her wide open, burying himself into her tightest, most forbidden hole as she’d screamed loudly for the camera. He hadn’t cared, doing a job and just loving how snugly she clamped down around him, loving the spasms and twitches of her sphincter as she tried to cope, trying helplessly to fight him and get away.
He hadn’t let her, of course, and instead set to work fucking her hard. Her finger danced as she gasped hungrily, thinking how Vance had powerfully held her, dominant and in complete control of her, down on her knees before him. It’d been humiliating, reduced from being the powerful, proper businesswoman she was to a fuck toy, taking about the most intense anal fucking she could ever imagine for her first time and it was all captured on camera for rich men to watch.
The worst of the pain had subsided and she’d just endured it, taking the incredible fucking she was dealt, wincing as he’d pulled out more than one and spread her ass to make her gape for the camera, Steve capturing it all, holding her there before plunging his whole huge cock back inside her. It’d still hurt, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to handle a cock the size of his on a regular basis, but there was something to it that was so fucking hot.
Her finger danced now, on autopilot as she gasped and groaned, feeling the orgasm building up fast, ass shuffling in the seat as she thought over how Vance had taken her anal virginity and roughly fucked her in a way she’d never, ever forget. She’d never let any man have her that way, she wouldn’t let her husband do it even and to let him...it was like she’d been a different person. Jessica Alba the porn star perhaps, just playing to the camera and doing every filthy thing she was told, ordered about and fucked intently by nine inches.
She rocked and rolled her hips as she thought of how he’d fucked her ass, painfully splitting her in two for the first time in her life, making her repay the business contract in the most intense and memorable fashion. Her fingers rubbing roughly at herself, wanting every possible bit of stimulation as she jolted and raced towards her climax, imminent in its arrival to bring her the release she craved.
She thought about what had happened in the wake of her first anal sex session, when he’d pulled out and left her ass gaping. It’d ached for days afterwards and that turned her on, even at the time, like she had a badge of merit for getting through it or something, Vance’s mark on her. Leaving her that way, he’d shoved that huge cock back into her mouth, straight from her ass to make her gag, making the Hollywood star suck him hard in the final moments before he was done. She’d hated that part, but somehow in her memory it was hot, more the way he treated her than anything else, different to how almost every other man in her life had done.
And with that done he’d pulled out for the money shot, giving Jessica a thick facial for the end of her first porn video. She supposed that was fitting, how it was meant to be, and truth was she didn’t entirely mind that. The sensation of his sticky, hot load exploding over her was intense and relieving, signalling the end but also making her tremble in excitement. She’d knelt obediently for him and taken it as he worked his hard nine inches to empty every bit of his squeezing balls over her pretty face, eyes squeezed shut, murmuring as his hot load splashed over her soft skin and ran down as the camera captured it all.
She was absolutely sure Steve got that perfectly on camera, the big moment when Jessica Alba was treated to a huge, slutty facial. The video existing was problematic but it was one of the hottest moments of her life, just knelt like a whore for him to enjoy. And as she thought about it, the whole thing coming to a close after the hardest fuck of her life by the biggest cock she’d ever seen she abruptly came, the orgasm hitting her hard and fast, making her sit up and gasp intently.
She almost choked as her climax enveloped her, legs squeezing and body shaking even as she tensed. Her fingernails dug into the arms of the chair as her other hand went into overdrive, breathing tight as she gave harsh, strained gasps of pleasure tinged with moans, body just overwhelmed as it hit her so much harder than she’d expected. After the ignominious start she hadn’t been prepared for such a peak and it steam rolled her completely.
Jessica came so hard she almost squirted, something she had done a few times in her life, juices rushing in that moment of ecstasy and practically bursting from her onto the leather chair, legs kicking as her tensing turned to hard bucks as the waning pleasure hit her in sudden, rapid jolts, tingles racing up her spine to make her quake. She kept rubbing, sustaining it as long as possible even as she shuddered in sensitivity, too much for her until she eventually relented and sagged back into the seat in relief.
Gasping, sweat prickling her brow, she took a minute to recover, rapid breathing turning deeper as she pulled in the oxygen she needed and recuperated. Coming back to her senses and calming down, Jessica reached out for some tissues from her desk and stood up from the chair, her smooth ass peeling off the leather in the wake of her hot, sweaty moment. She took a moment to wipe herself and the chair, not wanting any evidence left at the very least, cleaning up and throwing it into the bin before she contemplated her clothes.
She reached down and pulled her black satin panties up, untangling them where they’d got twisted around her legs before slipping them back into place over her smoothly waxed pussy. She felt so much better, more relaxed, refreshed, but still tired. She figured that was the long day and told herself she’d get the important things finished and get some sleep, reaching down for her slender pencil skirt. She tugged it up round her hips and zipped it up, smoothing it out a little, not too fussed as she knew bed was beckoning her.
Jessica took a last check around and sat back down, pulling herself up and focusing on the screen. She tried to put the experience from her mind, as she had been for months, trying to forget the illicit thrill of that different Jessica getting smashed by Vance Hammer on film, absolutely destroyed by his huge cock.
And she thought back to the end of that film, where she’d suggested she might do it again and get herself some more money. How she’d played up to the camera and sluttily bragged how she might sell her body again for some more dollars, do all it took to keep that money coming in. And she knew that she might, that it came from a place of truth, of whorish admission that she was willing to use her body if the price was right. It would be another huge investment to her business, and all she had to do was fuck on film again. She’d done it once, she could do it again.
Truth was, she might do it just to get fucked like that again.
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The End.
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