The sleek, dark Mercedes rolled easily and gracefully through the evening traffic. Jack Hermansson smiled. The luxury car obeyed his every touch on the steering wheel as he effortlessly navigated the Stockholm streets, thick, white snowflakes dancing all about. The snow was beginning to pile up, covering the old city in a white sheet that made it all look beautifully magical, but it had also prompted him to reduce his pace. His passenger would arrive a few minutes later at her hotel, but she’d arrive safe and sound.
It hadn’t been long since he had started his job as a driver and he still hadn’t completely gotten used to this: fine cars to drive the rich and famous around town.
His eyes flitted over to the rearview mirror as he allowed his attention to divert from the traffic in front of him for a moment to take in the gorgeous passenger in the backseat of his car. “So, did you enjoy the fashion show?”
The soulful, brown eyes widened with surprise as he spoke up, the woman ripped from her thoughts as she had drifted away in the comfort of the leather upholstery. Jessica Alba straightened in her seat, her eyes darting over to meet her driver’s gaze in the rearview mirror.
“Huh?! Uhm… yes, I did!” The Latina allowed the briefest of polite smiles to slide across her features in an effort to not encourage any more leisure conversation while also not coming off like a total bitch. Thankfully, the polite driver got the message and turned his attention back to the road ahead and Jessica let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had held. It hadn’t just been a long day; it had been a long decade. Bouncing around between her responsibilities with her family and her company while simultaneously trying to keep her acting career afloat and making appearances here, there and everywhere had a tendency to wear one out. Lately, all she wanted to do in the evening was to slide into a warm bath and forget all about the pressures of her day-to-day life. Just on this trip to Stockholm alone she had met with a potential producer for a new movie, had given an interview for the Swedish Vogue on female entrepreneurship and had attended a fashion show of an up-and-coming Scandinavian designer. And she had only arrived yesterday in the country and was scheduled to fly out tomorrow after rubbing elbows with a few potential business partners for breakfast.
Now, a pair of paper bags sat on the seat next to her, one containing an assortment of beauty and self-care products – oils, lotions and the like – that she had been gifted by the interviewer at Vogue, while the other held several gifts that the young designer had bestowed upon her. She regarded the bag with a frown. The designs that she had seen at the show had been decidedly out there, lots of lace and leather. Why her agent had deemed it appropriate to book her for a fashion show running under the title “SLUZ” she would never know. Her best assumption was that he had thought it was a Swedish word…
Of course, Jessica had peeked into the box to find that she had been gifted an outrageous pair of white leather boots with high heels and long legs, surely ending over her knees. Fuck-me-boots if she had ever seen any and it certainly wasn’t the kind of outfit a businesswoman in her early forties would wear outside. She’d most likely just leave the box in her hotel room when she left tomorrow. Maybe it was more the maid’s kinda style...
Reaching up, she rubbed the side of her neck, feeling the stress in her tense muscles beneath her smooth skin. At least, the day was over. She could already see the hotel a few hundred meters down the line, a promising finish line for another exhausting day. All she needed to do was to get back to her room, slip off her heels, maybe order some room service, then catch a few hours of well-deserved sleep before the whole madness started anew.
She had barely finished the thought when the phone in her purse started vibrating aggressively.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Jessica whined, unable to stop her complaint before it slipped past her lips, drawing a sympathetic look from her driver. Giving a tentative, apologetic smile, she reached for her purse and rummaged through it, feeling the tension in the muscles at the back of her neck build with every second that the pulsing vibrations continued. She breathed a sigh of relieve when her fingers finally made contact with the godforsaken device and she pulled it free. A brief look at the caller ID did little to ease her tension and for a split-second she toyed with the idea of just letting it ring, but in the end, her discipline won over. If the CEO of her company called, ignoring him was not a good look. She took a deep breath.
“Hey, Mark!” she answered, looking out of the window as her car rolled to a stop at the entrance to her hotel. As her driver climbed out and hurried around the car to open the door for her, she quickly fished a 20$ note from her wallet.
“Damn, Jessica!” The middle-aged man on the other side of the line chuckled and Jessica could almost see him grin and lean back in his big, sleek office chair, “You sound like you have had a day…”
“… and a half!” she added dryly, too tired to pretend otherwise. Mark wasn’t in the habit of calling for chitchat. He also knew that it was well past 11 at night in Sweden, so if he reached out, it was something important. “What’s up, Mark? Make it quick, please, I am beat and I have an early flight tomorrow!”
As Mark laughed sympathetically, her driver pulled her door wide open for her, stepping backwards respectfully to give her space. Sighing, she grabbed her purse and her shopping bag, then swung her legs out of the car to climb out.
“I’ll pick you up at half past six for your breakfast appointment!” the driver mouthed, smart enough not to blunder into his customer’s phone call. She acknowledged him with a look and a nod, wordlessly pushing the folded money into his hand before she walked past, knowing without looking that his eyes immediately dropped to her butt. She didn’t even let that bother her, instead she flinched as thick, cold snowflakes hit her face. She accelerated her pace while making sure not to slip on the slippery boardwalk, the cold Stockholm air immediately biting through her thin clothes and she felt her nipples screw up and harden in response.
“They really are running you ragged over there, huh?!” the Honest CEO gave her one more compassionate sentence before he obliged her request. “I am really sorry to do this, Jess, but I got a favor to ask…”
All the space between her molars disappeared. Of course. She entered the lobby – modern, shiny and fancy, yet missing all the charm some of the older hotels had – and made a beeline for the elevator, hoping that whatever came next, it wouldn’t keep her from that nice, big bathtub that awaited her in her suite.
“So, regarding that position as a head of advertising that we are trying to fill: we were made aware of a very intriguing opportunity. Are you familiar with Pierre Gane?”
“Can’t say I am…” She replied curtly, pressing the button and stepping back, watching on the small digital display how her elevator approached.
“He’s a rockstar in the advertising world. Forbes has called him the “Mozart of Marketing”. Used to be a talented fashion photographer in France before he found his true calling in getting people to buy stuff. He has worked with a lot of the big companies in multiple different sectors. He is eccentric but inspired, always puts together a fresh, tight campaign and each and every time the company profits big.”
“Impressive…”
“That he is. And from what we hear, he split with the Japanese sushi producer he has been working with for the last couple of months and is back on the market. Jessica,” Mark’s short pause was fraught with meaning, “he could pull this ship around for us!”
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open smoothly. The corners of Jessica’s mouth tightened as she stepped into the cabin, then pressed the button to her floor. Things indeed hadn’t gone well for her company recently. Share values somehow seemed to find ways to drop lower and lower for months now, basically since the beginning and so far, nobody had come up with a good plan to combat that trend. An inspired new mind in a leadership position was something that she desperately needed. The doors slid closed.
“Sounds good, Mark! Let’s talk about it tomorrow when I am on the plane!”
“Sorry to be that guy, Jess, but I’ll have to keep you from relaxing for a little bit longer.”
She felt the tension in her tired muscles intensify. “How so?”
“Pierre’s a rockstar. And he’s living the rockstar life. Seriously, I’ve met him at a couple of parties over the years. Let me tell you, Jess, every evening with him is a story. He likes to indulge, doesn’t matter what… booze, women, drugs. Guess it feeds the inspired mind.”
She could see where this was going. As she listened to Mark babbling on, she turned toward the big mirror that occupied an entire wall. Staring back at herself, she gave a little smile. She didn’t look nearly as tired as she felt, the decent amount of rouge giving her cheeks a vibrant hue while the dark mascara successfully hid any signs of exhaustion from view. Her hair, brunette and shiny, was currently a little more than shoulder length. While she had straightened it, her natural waves were now beginning to show through and she brushed a few loose strands behind her ear.
Her outfit had also held up. She was particularly proud of the assembly, as for a day loaded with numerous different tasks requiring her to fulfill numerous roles, she really felt she had nailed it with the dark business suit. Blazer and pants were made from smooth silk, glamorous while also being chic, and tailored to perfection just for her. Below the blazer, the white body she wore gave a nice contrast to both the suit and her bronze skin as it showed a hint of cleavage while hugging the shape of her torso, adding a touch of casual sexiness to the outfit. If required she could always reduce that touch by simply closing a button.
Turning slightly, the Latina indulged in admiring her own butt. Hugged and framed tightly by the thin silk of her pants, the fabric flowed over her contours, clinging to every inch of her womanly curves. The strappy three-inch heels she wore did all that was required to push her naturally thick booty up, accentuating it even further. Her feet were killing her at this point, but it was hard to argue the results. The accessories pulled it all together. A black Chanel belt with a golden buckle as well as a thin necklace, watch and ear studs, all stylishly simple. Over the years she had really mastered the look of the Hollywood actress/business professional.
“You know that now that he’s a free agent there’s a lot of companies after him.” Mark’s voice had taken on an urging quality. “The most exciting players on the market! He’s sought-after, Jess, and we aren’t exactly the George Clooney of companies with how things are looking at the moment… But we have something, someone, all those other companies don’t have.”
The sigh came out before she could stop it. She really didn’t like doing this, using her celebrity as an attribute to get things. But she was well aware that her high profile was the most valuable asset she brought to her company. It wasn’t like she was in the lab, developing the new formula for the Honest mascara or organizing the company’s inner structure. She was the public face of the company, the representative. Still, it felt dirty.
“I know him, Jess. I know he’s gonna love having drinks with a famous actress, the star of Sin City. It’s going to tickle his ego and get us into the game. You give him a bit of that Hollywood charm and he’s gonna reward us for it, trust me...”
“Alright, Mark,” she rubbed her temple, cutting the CEO’s sales pitch short, “When do I meet Mr. Gane?”
“Right now.”
“What?”
“Sorry, Jess, I saw an opportunity and I pounced. I heard he was in Stockholm to negotiate with a few potential suitors so I had to act quickly. I called him and he is ready to meet you. He’s waiting for you up in the hotel bar.”
“Mark, I…” she stopped for a moment, realizing how whiny her voice sounded. She knew what she had to do, no matter how tired. She was Jessica Alba, she prided herself on her damn work ethic. Nonetheless, her shoulders sagged a little as she felt her bathtub slip from her reach. Her day wasn’t over after all. “God damned, Mark…”
She could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re the best, Jess. Hit it out of the park!”
Instead of replying, Jessica simply hung up. For a moment, she stood in silence in the empty cabin, then she heard a ‘ping’ and the doors slid open. She was on her floor. Lifting her head, she could see the door to her suite down the hallway, less than 20 yards away. She grimaced. “Fuck…” she muttered in frustration before reaching out to press the button marked “SKYLOUNGE BAR”.
As the cabin slid further upwards, she turned back towards the mirror. Reaching into her purse, she produced a small, black hairband and quickly tied her brunette tresses into a tight ponytail, just a few loose tresses playfully framing her gorgeous features, then quickly and skillfully applied a fresh layer of shiny, pink gloss to her full lips, adding another sensuous tinge to her look, If Mr. Gane would be swayed by a bit of female glamour, she could deliver that in spades…
The elevator ‘pinged’ again and the doors slid open. Jessica closed her eyes for a moment and took another deep breath. Once more into the fray…
-
The hotel bar was located on the top floor of the large building and as Jessica stepped out of the elevator, she couldn’t help but grimace slightly at the décor. Similar to the lobby, the room was large and modern, but it lacked a lot of the charisma that made a good bar comfortable. Instead, it was polished steel and smooth glass all around, giving certainly a fancy, but nonetheless a sterile vibe. Half of the room was taken up by large windows that allowed the visitors to take in the old city below and the wildly dancing snowflakes outside as they sipped their drinks in the black leather seating groups. The bar ran along the entire length of the far side, lined with bottles of all colors and sizes, which were proudly displayed by bright lights.
Jessica was hardly surprised to find that even the gorgeous view of the nighttime city had attracted few patrons, given that there surely were a lot more appealing locations within a five-minute walk. In fact, it appeared that the guests barely outnumbered the bar staff, with only two of the seating groups occupied. Quickly deciding that neither of the two middle-aged Asian women were likely to be named ‘Pierre Gane’, Jessica turned her attention to the pair of armchairs in the far corner of the room. Her brow furrowed in surprise when she saw a man, sitting in one of the chairs. From Mark’s information, she had expected an attractive man in his forties at the oldest, still possessing the stamina of youth that a party animal required. She had envisioned a handsome man who’d hit on her for the duration of their time together, making the entire affair a rather exhausting prospect.
Instead, Pierre Gane appeared to be in his late fifties at least, and from Jessica’s initial assessment, the man, while not hideous, did by no means qualify as attractive either. Even seated, she could tell he wasn’t a tall man, at most an inch or two taller than her. He wasn’t fat and his shoulders and arms looked quite thick and powerful, but he was carrying the small gut a lot of men his age sported. His hair was all but gone, and he had shaved the rest off, though if his exposed forearms were any indication, his head was the only bald part of his body. He wore a fine suit, white shirt and blue blazer and pants and was currently engaged in a conversation with a young blonde waitress. As he spoke, Jessica got an idea where Pierre’s reputation came from as the Frenchman had a charming smile and seemed to captivate the woman with a little story. The cute laugh she gave seemed absolutely genuine, almost flirtatious…
As Jessica approached, the man looked up and spotted her, a recognizing smile spreading across his face. He said something to the waitress who smiled warmly and nodded, then quickly retreated just as Jessica arrived.
“Mr. Gane?” she gave him her best actress-smile as she stood before him before him. Despite Mark’s high promise of how charming he was, she had entered the bar expecting to have to endure a dreadful evening. The man’s smile seemed honest, almost infectious.
“Please, Jessica,” he gestured towards the free seat next to him, “Call me Pierre!”
She could make out the French accent in his voice, though it was charmingly subtle. She took the offered seat, and put her bags down on the floor next to her before folding her legs neatly. It didn’t escape her that Pierre’s eyes flitted downwards. Leaning onto the armrest, she took on an engaged stance, knowing fully well that the professional pose also pronounced the curve of her hip and her top granted just a hint of a view of her cleavage. The shift in Pierre’s face was faint, but noticeable. She wasn’t surprised, her charms were potent and the man had asked to meet with her. For as annoying as it was that Mark had put this assignment on her plate, it was also extremely easy. She gave Mark a smile. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long!”
“Oh, not at all! I know you are a busy woman!” The wink he gave her was quite disarming and he nodded towards the large Canon reflex camera on the table next to him, “I killed the time admiring this great old city. Getting a few pictures was very inspiring. I am just grateful you could fit me into your schedule. I am quite the fan!”
“That’s very kind! We at Honest are also big fans of yours!” She smiled, her tone the perfect balance of professionalism and warmth, while not being flirty. She wasn’t that kind of girl. Never had been and wouldn’t stoop so low now.
“Oh, please, Jessica, don’t do this to me! I was hoping we could not talk business tonight?! I was looking forward to a relaxing evening…”
She smiled, lifting her hands in a gesture of compliance. “A relaxing evening sounds perfect, Pierre! Though if we won’t talk business, what would you like to do?!”
“Well, for starters I would love to have a drink with you?!” he sat up as the blonde waitress returned, a silver tablet with a bottle of crystal-clear liquid as well as two frosty glasses in hand. She gently set it down on the table between them, then, after a warm smile to Pierre, she left them alone.
“Tequila?!” Jessica cocked an eyebrow, though she couldn’t help but smirk in amusement, “I have an early flight tomorrow, Pierre…”
“Oh, but lucky for me you are trying to impress me!” Pierre grinned as he cracked the bottle open, swiftly filling the two glasses, then offering her one. “Besides, it’s a lovely Tequila!”
She smiled and frowned at the same time, briefly diverting her gaze to watch the turmoil of dancing snowflakes blow past the big window. Predictably, this wasn’t going to be handled with a brief, fifteen-minute conversation. Once more, she’d have to invest time and effort, all for the good of her company. At least, it seemed like Pierre indeed wasn’t going to bore her. Once again, she reaffirmed her big Hollywood-star-smile as she turned back to the French businessman and took the presented glass from his fingers.
“Well, to a lovely evening then…” she toasted.
„Je vais te péter la rondelle, ma salope!” Pierre clinked his glass against hers, looking deep into her eyes with an intensity that almost made her blush.
“That sounds nice!” she complimented, enjoying the elegant tones of Pierre’s French while not understanding his meaning. She downed the glass in one go and pulled a face as the cold liquid burned her throat, immediately filling her belly with a fire. As soon as she set the glass down on the table, Pierre filled it again and pushed it back towards her.
She snickered. “Pierre, are you trying to get me drunk?!”
The mock-wounded look on his face drew a laugh from her. “Jessica, I would never!” he declared dramatically, “The first one always burns, so you can only appreciate a good Tequila on the second one… Besides, if you allow me the observation, you seem like you’ve had a long day. I’d recommend at least one more drink to take the edge off…”
“Ugh, Pierre you have no idea…” she groaned, the smile she gave him being her honest smile, not the professional one. It felt good to have her stress acknowledged. Almost automatically her fingers picked up the glass. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head back “I feel like lately I am always just running from one appointment to the next. And once I’ve finished my days, someone pops up with another brilliant idea about something I should squeeze into my schedule…”
Realizing she was beginning to rant she quickly stopped herself, biting her lip. She felt slightly embarrassed about the slip-up. She was here to make Pierre feel like her Company was the place to be, not to whine about her tough Hollywood-life. However, when she glanced at him, she got a sympathetic smile. “Tell me about it, Jessica!”
She bit her lip, giving him a hesitant look. “You don’t want to hear about my stressful day…”
“Maybe I do!” He lifted his own refilled glass to his lips and threw it back, barely flinching at the strong alcohol, “If it helps you relax and make this evening fun for us…”
She pondered his words, trying to gauge her new drinking partner while sipping at her tequila. He was right, the second glass burned far less and she could appreciate the finer nuances of the exquisite spirit far more, truly enjoying it. Feeling the warming sensation in her stomach, she made her decision. “Fine!” she nodded, figuring that this way she’d definitely get something out of this evening, and if it was only to have a listener for her to vent to, “But stop me if I am getting too whiny!”
He didn’t stop her. In fact, Jessica couldn’t help but feel impressed with how good of a listener he was as she spelled out all her frustrations, doubts and troubles that had amassed in her turbulent life out to him. Starting with her business ventures, she found herself quickly diverging into her business life as he nodded and listened, his attentive reactions gradually coercing her to open up even more. Soon, her private life, husband and kids were laid out to him as Jessica topped off her own glass with tequila, talking herself into a frenzy. When she finally stopped, twenty minutes later, she couldn’t help but feel exhausted, but relieved.
“Damn…” Pierre muttered after a few heavy seconds of silence when she was done, both of them laughing, “I knew your life had to be busy, Jessica, but you really have a lot on your plate.”
The acknowledgement of her stressful life was music to her ears and she couldn’t help but feel incredibly grateful. “And tomorrow I’ll catch my plane before the sun even rises and the whole hamster wheel starts anew…”
The Frenchman made a sympathetic noise. “Mon Dieu, Jessica! You need to relax!”
“You’ve got a point, Pierre. I’ll do that when I am retired…”
“No, no, no, ma vide-couilles, you need to take your breaks! Self-care is important!” Pierre chided her. “In fact, I have a proposition for you…”
“You do?” she cocked an eyebrow, giving the man a testing smile, which immediately turned into an intrigued gasp when he reached into his suit pocket and produced a small, tightly rolled joint.
“Pierre, you can’t be serious!” she chided, an amused smirk on her lips as she leaned in, carefully glancing towards the waiting staff who hung around at the bar, not paying them any mind.
“Come on…” the Frenchman teased, a boyish grin on his face as he playfully waved the joint back and forth in front of her face, “Don’t tell me you never indulged.”
“Of course, I have!” she blushed, realizing she was defending herself a little too intensely and lowered her voice before adding, “When I was younger. I am a mother, a role model! Is… is that even legal here?!”
“Who knows… who cares! I’ll tell you something though,” Pierre gave her a conspiratorial wink as he put the joint between his lips, then fished a shiny, metal lighter from his pocket, “You share this joint with me and I will sign with your company!”
The words took a moment to sink in and Jessica was speechless, captivated by the man’s calm confidence as he stared back at her, apparently perfectly at ease. She hadn’t smoked weed in years. Of course, she had done it in the past, she was a famous actress and had attended some spectacular parties. In fact, she had experimented with some other substances as well, but that had been years ago. Now she was the face of her company. A photo of her lighting up a blunt with some strange, attractive man late at night in a European hotel would raise questions that were unbecoming to a woman of her stature. She bit her lip, her mind racing. On the other hand, Honest really needed this hire. If all it took was to have a relaxing joint with this man, she could easily manage that!
Swallowing hard, she made her decision. Lifting her finger, she pointed at him, making sure he understood how serious she was. “If I do this, you’ll sign with us?!”
He smiled. “If you smoke this one with me, I’ll sign whatever you want…”
She gave him a piercing look, then sighed in, giving in. “Alright, Mr. Gane, you win! But we’re not doing this here! I’m not going to smoke weed in fucking public!”
“Naturally!” The Frenchman grinned, extremely satisfied with the turn of events.
-
“Goddamn, look at that fucking chaos out there…” Jessica muttered as she let herself fall onto the big soft bed, scooting backwards until her butt pushed up snugly into the soft pillow and her back rested comfortably against the fancy headpiece.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?!” Pierre mumbled, sitting next to her as he flicked on the lighter and touched it to the tip of the thick joint. The thick, sweet musk of the exquisite weed immediately filled the room.
Staring out of the large windows, they watched in silence for a moment as large, heavy flakes of snow danced and rushed past, briefly illuminated by the light of Jessica’s hotel room. The medium-sized balcony along with the railings and the two wooden loungers that had been set up outside, were covered in almost a foot of fresh, immaculate whiteness by now, giving the scene a certain feel of mysterious serenity.
Just like the rest of the hotel, Jessica’s room was modern and sleek in a certain way, yet completely unremarkable. A big bed, a seating group with a white leather couch and two armchairs that looked like they weren’t designed to be comfortable, as well as a tv, mini bar and small fridge. The adjoining bathroom had a walk-in shower as well as the jacuzzi that Jessica had been looking forward to. She was only spending two nights here and was likely she was going to forget her stay here as soon as she closed the room door behind herself, her suitcase already standing next to the door, ready to go.
Jessica had dropped her bags off at the side of the bed while Pierre had set his large reflex camera down on the nightstand and the two of them had made themselves comfortable as soon as they had entered the room, both of them kicking off their shoes. After a moment of consideration, Jessica had shrugged her blazer off, feeling at ease enough to sit next to the Frenchman in only her flimsy top and stylish pants. As she had done so, she had noticed Pierre’s eyes take in the swell of her breasts, the outline of her bra clearly visible beneath the flimsy cotton, but she realized to her own surprise that she didn’t mind that. The strong alcohol she had consumed as well as her sympathy for the man put her at ease and the blatant stare that usually would have been off-putting didn’t bother her at all.
“Give me that!” she demanded, taking the blunt from Pierre’s fingers after a few moments and taking a deep drag. Her eyes almost fluttered as soft, sweet smoke filled her lungs up, scratching the back of her throat. She coughed, eyes tearing up, having overestimated herself after years of abstinence, and Pierre chuckled next to her.
“Being a bit greedy there!”
“Yep,” she croaked, then joined his snicker. As per usual, she had been too ambitious for her own good. Using her thumb, she carefully wiped the tears of her cheeks, then made a second attempt, inhaling slower this time. Now, she managed to control herself, holding the smoke in her lungs for a couple of seconds, then blew a heavy cloud out into the room. “This is some strong stuff!”
“It is,” Pierre confirmed, taking a sip of Tequila straight from the bottle he had brought along from the bar. “The gourmet shit…”
For a while, they just sat on the bed and passed the joint back and forth, taking two or three drags before passing it on. Jessica let her head drop backwards, leaning against the wall behind the bed. Closing her eyes, she let herself enjoy the strange numbness that slowly overtook her frame as the herb began to affect her. A tingling sensation spread through her frame, making her consciously feel every part of her body, intensifying around her most sensitive regions. Jessica bit her lip to stifle a moan as she felt her nipples harden, poking against the silky fabric of her black bra. This certainly wasn’t a side effect she had experienced before.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Pierre smirked, handing her the joint.
Jessica smiled widely, basking in the welcome stress relief. “Oh, fuck yeah! Really helps getting rid of the tension…”
Pierre watched as the Latina subconsciously rubbed the area where the back of her neck met her shoulders, her soft, round breasts shaking enticingly with the movement of your arm. “You’re tense, huh?! Come on, scoot forward, Jessica. Let me massage your shoulders a little…”
Jessica opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something, but she didn’t. She could feel her own heartbeat, hypersensitive to the moment with alcohol and THC coursing through her veins. Somehow, the fact that he hadn’t as much offered to rub her shoulders but he had told her he would, really got to her. Surprising herself, she felt compelled to comply. She wasn’t usually the meek follower of directions yet she reasoned that the weed and the man’s charisma were playing a part in her untypical behavior.
“O… okay!” her mouth was dry and her movements felt slow and clumsy as she shuffled forward and away from the wall, allowing the Frenchman to slide behind her. She couldn’t exactly say what she was doing. Standing up for herself had never really been a problem for her, as a young actress in Hollywood you learned to hold your ground or the business would swallow you up, yet here she found herself acting strangely. Letting a man that wasn’t her husband rub her shoulders while alone on a hotel room bed was something she’d never thought she’d do, yet when Pierre’s strong, amazingly warm hands grabbed her shoulders and firmly dug his thumbs into the sleek musculature of her trapezii, an embarrassingly loud moan escaped her lips.
Pierre allowed himself a wide grin as he began to knead the strong, yet exquisitely feminine muscles. The evening was going even better than he could have hoped. He had met Jessica Alba barely an hour ago and now he already had her in bed, purring like a kitten at his skillful hands. The actress literally seemed to melt away in his hands as he gradually and skillfully worked her over, slowly but surely rubbing the little knots out of her tissue.
Jessica groaned with bliss. Her eyes fluttered as she lifted the joint to her lips, sucking one last drag out of it before extinguishing it in the small saucer she had set up for that very purpose on the nightstand next to her before she allowed herself to fully indulge in the firm kneading treatment this man was treating her to. Her head tilted to the side as Pierre hit an especially good spot and the high-pitched gasp of pleasure was a telltale sign enough for the man to return to the well several times.
“Yeah, just like that” she mumbled dreamily, feeling more than a little pampered at the moment as she was grabbed and kneaded by this strong man. She was feeling like she hadn’t felt in ages.
“Let me get these out of the way!” Pierre whispered and without waiting even for her to reply he gently hooked his fingers into the straps of her top and bra and swiftly swept them off her shoulders to get them out of the way before attacking her sleek muscles again.
Jessica’s nostrils flared as her clothes were rearranged, feeling very bare and exposed for a moment. However, before her hazy mind could even formulate her position towards this, the blissful pleasure that his hands awakened inside her washed away all thought of something else and instead a little, girly whine escaped her lips. It seemed like he just knew how to touch her, play her feminine body like an instrument as he worked his digits up and down along her upper spine and she felt her body responding. There was a warmth between her legs that seemed to intensify with every passing moment, her pussy responding to the firm touches in its natural way. She was getting wet!
She was under no illusions what he was doing. She was high, but she damn sure wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t the type of man to offer a woman a massage with no ulterior motives. Pierre wanted to fuck her. However, while this thought usually made her retreat from a situation and put her foot down, the waves of THC-laced endorphins he was sending through her body had made her far more docile. It wasn’t like she was actually going to have sex with this man, she reasoned with herself, she was just getting a massage. Then again, a voice deep inside her argued, it would feel good to feel this man inside her, stretch out her pussy, really pound her…
BZZZZZ!
“Oh shit!” Jessica almost screamed, as the sound of her phone vibrating inside her blazer pocket over on one of the armchairs ripped right through the pleasurable haze that had engulfed her mind. Jerking up into a straight position, her eyes went wide as a sudden realization hit her of how she was acting. Panicking, she jumped up and off the bed, hurrying over towards where her phone rang while not realizing that the sudden motion had caused her right breast to pop out of her bra. With her top already in disarray, her stiff, hazel-colored nipple peeked out over the top and as the actress grabbed her phone and turned towards Pierre, she was utterly unaware of her wardrobe malfunction. It was only when she saw his wide, shameless grin that she looked down and blushed. She quickly fixed her clothing and turned away from the Frenchman, sliding the answer button on the touchscreen of her phone.
“H-hello?!” her heart was racing, the chilling rush of panic feeling like she had just taken a cold plunge after a sauna.
“Hey, Jess!” Mark’s voice on the other end of the line was cheerful as usual.
“Oh, h-hey Mark!” Jessica swallowed hard. Swiping a few loose strands of hair behind her ear she closed her eyes to try and collect herself, but found that the room was still spinning. After the brief jolt of clarity, she felt herself slide back into the haze. Not only that, but the surge of adrenaline now mixed into the cocktail of hormones currently racing through her system and seemed to double the potency of the rush. She had to concentrate to get her words out. Was she slurring or was she imagining things? “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to check in, see how your meeting went…” Mark chirped, totally oblivious to her turmoiled state. “Pierre’s quite the character, huh?!”
“Yeah, yeah, really well, thanks. We had a few drinks and I am back at my room now,” she rambled. None of it was a lie, making the words easier to get out as she tried her hardest to focus and keep her handle on things.
“That’s great, Jess, really! If Pierre liked you, I feel like we really got our foot in the door on that one! Really great job, thank you! Now, tomorrow when you come back to the states you have a stopover in New York. It would be really beneficial for us if you could use that time to…”
She was about to groan, already feeling the cursed tenseness cutting through the relaying state of her being when suddenly, without warning, the phone was ripped from her hand.
“Wha…” startled, she spun around, her eyes going wide with surprise when she found Pierre standing right in front of her and in her personal space. He cut off Mark’s next assignment with a swish of his thumb, then tossed her phone aside carelessly. Jessica didn’t even have the time to protest as he stepped in closer and grabbed the back of her head firmly with both hands. She let out a muffled squeak of surprise when the Frenchman closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers.
Caught completely off guard, the actress didn’t even protest and let it happen as she was passionately kissed. Her mouth opened almost on instinct, letting his teasing tongue inside while she stood bolt upright, utterly overwhelmed by the moment. She could hear herself moan, amazed by how much her own voice sounded like she enjoyed it, but even while she was surprised, she felt her body melt into the kiss. His touch was amazing, his strong hold of her smaller, womanly body made her feel in ways she hadn’t felt in years, her pussy tingling. She felt dominated, yet in her current state of mind, it was a wonderful sensation and her eyes fluttered closed in bliss.
Jessica wasn’t sure when the switch flipped, but soon she found herself kissing the Frenchman back, her tongue working itself into a frenzy. Somewhere, her sluggish mind had simply given up trying to fight what was happening and the actress found herself giving in to her most primal instincts. Even while she knew that this man was taking advantage of her, that she had fallen into his trap, she couldn’t find it in herself to stop. Feeling him push her, he turned them around then slowly led her backwards towards the bed, never once breaking the liplock. She gave a muffled moan, knowing where this was headed, yet simply allowed him to force her backwards until her calves hit the side of her bed. She fell, grunting softly as she hit the mattress and Pierre followed her down to land on top of her.
She simply lay there on the bed, arms sprawled out over her head, enjoying the sensations that coursed through her body and letting him have his way with her. As he kissed her, his free hand travelled up and down her body, caressing her curves gently before he moved to cup her breast. A squeak slipped from her mouth as his touch suddenly turned decidedly rougher and his fingers dug into her soft, malleable flesh. She wasn’t usually into being dominated, yet now she couldn’t help but bask in the moment when Pierre’s other hair firmly grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, exposing her sensitive neck to his hungry kisses. She suspected that his weed had something to do with it as well, but it was hard to deny that the groan that she gave as he nibbled on her throat was full of pleasure.
“Aaah!” she squealed, eyes widening when his fingers hooked into the neckline of her top and he unceremoniously yanked it down, exposing her left tit completely. Her arms came up, she didn’t even know what she was going to do, but it was a moot point anyway as Pierre had anticipated her move. He caught both her wrists with his free hand and pinned them to the bed above her head, reducing her to watch helplessly as his lips trailed kisses across the silky-smooth, caramel skin of her cleavage. She whimpered as his tongue reached her perky, dime-sized nipple. He circled the small areola teasingly, causing it to pucker up before sucking the whole nipple into his mouth. Jessica gasped and bucked at the sensation, then squealed when he used his teeth to send a sharp bolt of pain through the sensitive flesh.
“You love this, don’t you?!” Pierre hissed as he feasted on the helpless woman. With one hand pinning her wrists to the bed and his mouth latched onto her stiff nipple, his other hand was free to roam. He could feel her petite body shiver as he wasted no more time, sliding his fingers down across her flat, feminine belly and beneath the waistband of her silken suit pants. Her breath hitched as his fingers slid over her mound, searching for a way into her panties before he realized that she was wearing a bodysuit. She gave him an awkward, apologetic smile that was wiped off her face in a flash as Pierre simply hooked a finger below the cotton and unceremoniously pulled it to the side to give himself easy access to her slit. It was his turn to give her a smile as his lingering digits traced across a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair right above her clit before they made direct contact with her slit, finding her small inner lips hot and wet to the touch. He winked up at Jessica. “Je savais que tu étais une énorme salope!”
The Latina gave a girly whimper, face flushing with a mixture of shame and arousal. She didn’t know what he had said, but she had made out the word ‘salope’, faintly remembering it to mean ‘slut’, so she could hazard a guess that he was calling her something dirty. Yet those thoughts and any other thought were gone in a flash when Pierre wasted no more time pushing a thick, strong finger between her folds, sliding them along her wet groove without entering her, tingles shooting up her spine.
Jessica mewled, her thighs twitching with raw excitement. She could hear him chuckle, laugh at her, but it didn’t matter as at the same time his finger massaged her sex, quickly finding her good spots and targeting them. She lifted her legs and spread them apart to give him more space, somewhat aware of how pathetic she was acting. Yet it was completely worth it as Pierre proved once again to be talented with his fingers, teasingly massaging the outer regions of her dripping twat. As he did, the pad of his thumb found her clit. She let out a little scream as the Frenchman expertly coaxed her hood back, making direct contact with her pink button to rub it in small circles. Twisting on the sheets, she found herself not trying to break free, but instead angling her hips to offer him easier access to her pussy. She was so wet that she could hear the sounds his fingers made as they slid along her slimy lips, adding to the embarrassment as well as to her excitement at the situation. It was all incredibly raw, his tight hold pinning her down, his hungry growling in her ear, his fingers expertly rubbing her pink fuckhole. It all mixed with the heady highs of the tequila and the THC into one of the most intensely sensual experiences of her life.
Then, he let go of her! She gasped out loud, eyes going wide in shock and she bucked against the empty air as Pierre suddenly withdrew his hands from her and stood. Wide eyes full of pleasure and confusion she looked up at the man who towered over her, who had been well on his way to making her cum in record time. Just as she wanted to utter a word of protest, however, he moved to grab her pants by the waistband with both hands. An embarrassing squeak escaped her when he roughly yanked. Not even bothering with her belt or zipper, the passionate Frenchman simply ripped her pants down over her hips and thighs until they tangled around her ankles, binding them together like a set of restraints.
Breathing heavily, Jessica watched on as he pushed her knees up to her chest, folding her double and putting her in a rather helpless position as he easily controlled her with one hand keeping a hold of her bunched up pants as she felt completely vulnerable and exposed.
He savored the moment, taking in the way Jessica’s plump pussy mound was framed between her thighs, just barely covered by the thin strap of cotton of her body suit. The petite slit was visible through the thin fabric, which was soaked with her sticky juices and clung to the outlines of her groove in a way that did little to protect her modesty.
Giving her a wink, the middle-aged man reached out towards Jessica’s taint, where the strap was connected by two small poppers. A small tug with two pinched fingers was enough to snap the buttons open and expose Jessica’ pussy to his view. He smirked as he took in the actress’ cunt. The small patch of dark pubes was neatly trimmed into a triangle, pointing down at her clit, her puffy, brown lips flushed with arousal and smooth, completely devoid of any hair.
Jessica bit her lip, the feral stripping sending a shiver up her spine. Usually, she liked to make undressing a bit of a performance, slowly and teasingly taking her clothes off to make herself feel erotic and desired. Pierre’s hungry, rough approach on the other side lacked any of this sensuality as he gruffly manhandled her. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed Jessica’s well-rounded buttocks one in each hand and held her in position as he buried his face in her sweet Latina pussy.
“Fuuuuuck!” Jessica hissed. Her head was spinning, things moving a little too fast for her inebriated mind to catch up to. She had planned none of this, had only wanted some peace and quiet. How she had ended up on her back with her toes pointed at the ceiling and this Frenchman eating her out, she couldn’t quite grasp. Yet, as Pierre dragged the flat of his tongue across her heated slit, lapping at her essence, she couldn’t find it in her to complain. It felt heavenly!
Biting down on her full lower lip, she watched from between her knees as Pierre let the tip of his tongue slither all the way to the apex of her cunt, wasting no time in going for her clit. She gave a whimper as he teased her for a few seconds with feathery flickers before he applied himself with more purpose, attacking the sensitive bundle of nerves. Wrapping his lips around it, she felt her lower body twitch as he sucked on her while his tongue wriggled underneath her clitoral hood, finding her most sensitive spot.
She wanted to moan, but at the last moment, pride got the better of her and she bit her lips instead, killing every sound in her throat. She wouldn’t debase herself even more by being loud for him!
She blushed when he broke the suction with a lewd smacking sound, embarrassed by how dripping wet she was. It had been forever since she had been eaten out properly and the Frenchman’s passionate treatment was hitting all the right spots. She felt the tip of his finger slide towards the entrance of her pussy as his lips kept worshipping her button and she tensed up in excitement, eager to feel his fingers inside her again. Yet Pierre left her hanging. Instead of stretching her delectable hole, he used the tip of his finger to tease the entry to her pussy with small circles. She whined in protest, her brow furrowing, however, every small, caressing touch at her juicy entrance just served to drive her pleasure higher. His tongue flickering in wild patterns over the pink, nerve-rich button of her clit, which now peaked out from beneath the hood, only intensified her bliss.
She struggled a bit, kicking her legs out of reflex as he hit an especially delicious spot, yet with her pants still entangled around her ankles she was easily restrained and all Pierre did was to push her back a little more. With her pussy now angled a little more upwards, the slight change in position did a lot to make her feel more controlled while giving Pierre even more space. He growled with pleasure, the vibrations of his deep voice reverberating through her clit to add another note to the symphony of sensations.
“Ma petite salope!” Pierre hissed and Jessica blushed as the two of them made eye contact. This time, she was certain that he had just called her a name, yet in French the words still sounded erotic to her, especially while he was French-kissing her pussy and she couldn’t help but feel excited. However, a moment later, she let out a high-pitched gasp when Pierre stopped teasing her with his tongue for a moment to sit back and lewdly spit right onto her exposed, spread cunt, causing a spike of shame inside her. “You love it, don’t you?!”
He didn’t even give her a chance to reply, instead catching her off guard by pushing two fingers deep into her pussy. Her soaked folds gave way easily and Jessica cried out as her conch shell pink fuckhole was stretched wide. Her eyes bugged, staring at the man almost in disbelief as he gave her a cocky grin and curled his fingers against the top of her pussy.
“Nnnngh!!!” she winced as he began to thrust into her, massaging her most sensitive regions. He clearly knew what he was doing and with all the teasing, Jessica’s cunt was eagerly receiving his attention. She was so wet, allowing for the Frenchman to proceed rather roughly and he did, sheathing his digits knuckle-deep inside her. As the deep, raw penetration was rocking her mind, he took things even further when he once more latched his lips on to her clit. She bucked, eyes rolling back with intense pleasure as he sucked her button into his mouth, his tongue lashing at her. He definitely was done teasing her for the moment as he began fingering her quick and hard, overwhelming her tired, inebriated mind with carnal pleasure. The sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt filled the room along with her stifled gasps, making for a raw, lewd soundtrack.
Jessica closed her eyes, head dropping back onto the bed. It was all so unbecoming. She wasn’t some random Hollywood bimbo. She had made something of herself. She was a businesswoman, was a mother, she prided herself on her principles, yet this man had gotten her into bed in little time at all and she lay on her back with her legs in the air, just offering her pussy up like some common slut. It didn’t mesh with her self-image at all, yet she couldn’t find the inner strength to put a stop to all this. Instead, she whined, sounding humiliatingly pathetic even to her own ears. It just felt mind-blowingly good as her drug-induced high amplified all sensations. The intensity of the experience was almost too much for her to handle.
“Mmmh! Your pussy is so tasty, Jessica!” Pierre hissed, smirking at the turmoil of emotions on her pretty face. He could read her expressions easily. The twitch at the corner of her left eye was a telltale sign that he had hit a sweet spot, as was the cute crinkle of her nose. He incorporated the knowledge into his motions, refined his technique and the results were all but immediate. The Latina MILF’s pussy was oozing girly cum at this point, drenching his fingers and making lewd squelching noises as he blasted her. Holding her legs back for him, pussy offered up, she looked like she was ready to cum on the spot.
With a growl, Pierre yanked his fingers from her pussy, causing an amusing, loud smacking sound. He stood and quickly undid his belt and zipper, watching the confused, disoriented look on Jessica’s face. Swiftly shoving his slacks down to the floor and stepping out of them, he grabbed the tangled mess that were Jessica’s pants and firmly pushed them further up. Jessica flinched as she was literally bent double, her toes forced into the mattress above her head. She was forced into an uncomfortable stretch, the backs of her thighs burning, and was completely pinned down. All she could do was watch as the Frenchman leaned over her and wasted little time in grabbing his thick, erect cock around the base. The situation had left him rock hard and his cock stood a menacing eight inches at least, ready to work her pussy over.
Faced with the reality that she was about to get fucked by a man that wasn’t her husband, Jessica felt sudden doubts rise in her mind. The sober part of her brain – the mother, businesswoman and overall respectable woman – undertook one last attempt at regaining control, fighting back against the hazy highs of pleasure and drugs. She looked up at Pierre with big eyes, trying to find the words. “I… I’m married…” she whispered lamely.
“I know!” The smile Pierre gave her told her everything. He didn’t care. To him, she wasn’t all that. All her achievements, her discipline and principles didn’t matter. To him, she had always just been a particularly desirable piece of ass. She’d be another story to tell on his parties. Jessica bit her lip as the realization burned inside her, another sensation that was multiplied by the weed and left her speechless as Pierre slapped the underside of his cock against her soaked sex. His shaft was heavy, the loud smacking sounds ringing loudly inside her ears and she gave a whimper, then held her breath when the Frenchman let his cock slide backwards until his tip nudged right up against her opening.
“Look at me, putain!” Pierre hissed, waiting for her to comply and make eye contact before he slowly pushed forward.
Jessica gave a sharp whine as her tender fuckhole was stretched. Her delicate cunt lips opened to accept the man’s cock, hugging it tightly in a warm, wet welcome. Pinned down in her rather uncomfortable, submissive position there was nothing she could do but look up with big, brown eyes as he slowly entered her.
Taking his time, he made sure that the penetration wasn’t painful, instead allowing her plentiful juices to lubricate his girthy cock. He thrust back and forth several times as he methodically worked himself deeper, just savoring the moment as he was now fucking Jessica Alba.
The actress pressed her lips tight, punctuating every minor thrust he made with a small whimper. Her fists clenched the bedding, grabbing it so tight that her knuckles blanched as she stared up at him, still in obvious disbelief that he was fucking her.
“Mmmh!” Pierre moaned with glee as he was finally buried balls-deep inside her clenching hole, his heavy balls pressed snugly against her asshole. “Mon Dieu, Jessica! Your pussy is divine! You’re so wet for me!”
The words sent another dagger of shame into her heart, yet that feeling soon mixed with all the other potent sensations that swirled around inside her overwhelmed mind, increasing them in the process. She had half-expected Pierre to fuck her hard and fast, take from her what he wanted and pay no mind to her needs, so it came as a surprise when the Frenchman slowly pulled back, then gave her a considered thrust that evoked nothing but pleasure. A loud gasp escaped from her lips as she felt the ridges of his girthy head slide along the walls of her pussy as he moved, sending sparks of pleasure through her body and she quickly bit down on her lips, still for some reason she wasn’t entirely sure of trying to contain herself.
Pierre didn’t mind, regarding her with a smug expression as he worked himself into a rhythm. Applying the knowledge of her pussy that he had gathered by using his fingers, he experimented a little with the angle of his thrusts. Using her facial expressions as a gauge, he made a few adjustments to drive the maximum pleasure into her, watching with glee as she struggled to keep her cool. He knew he would break her eventually, so for now he was just enjoying her desperate inner battle that was playing out on her face.
With Jessica’s muscles already relaxed by drugs and alcohol it didn’t take long for her pussy to get used to the thick cock inside her, soon allowing him to thrust a little faster. He began to work himself into a rhythm of long, drawn-out thrusts, making sure to keep the right angle to stimulate the nerve-rich area at the top of her cunt. Jessica’s mewling was music to his ears, fueling his ego even further. With his free hand he reached between her legs and pushed his thumb against her clit. Her entire body bucked as he firmly rubbed the sensitive nub in time with his strokes. She let out a guttural groan and her entire face clenched up. The touch felt almost too intense, yet in her awkward, bent-double position she couldn’t stop him. Essentially, he had reduced the successful actress and businesswoman to his own, personal fleshlight to do with as he pleased.
“How does it feel, Jessica?!” Pierre wasn’t able to resist tormenting her a little, “Do you like it? Be honest?”
Jessica whined defiantly, tossing her head from side to side as she squirmed with pleasure. However, Pierre didn’t allow her to get through with that, intensifying the pressure on her clit which made her eyes go wide and glare up at him. Even if she didn’t respond, the fact that she was so obscenely wet said all that needed to be said, yet the smug Frenchman insisted.
“How does that big dick feel inside your pussy, Jessica? Inside that married MILF-pussy?”
She bared her teeth at him, struggling to keep it together as he fucked her so well. She hated that it felt so good, that this arrogant bastard was having his way with her and there was literally nothing she could do. Every thrust of his amazing cock sent shockwaves through her frame, making her feel things she hadn’t felt in years.
“Tell me, bitch! Tell me you love this!”
She gave a frustrated shriek, squirming beneath him, but it was all for naught. She couldn’t take it any longer. She broke!
“Fuck! It feels amazing, okay?” she hissed at the smirking Frenchman, scowling up at him. “Is that what you wanted to hear?!”
“Précisément!” Pierre grinned widely. Satisfied with her relenting, he leaned forward and made her gasp as he put more of his weight on her, driving his dick an extra bit deeper into her pussy. Digging his toes into the floor for leverage, he then proceeded to plunge his cock into her hard and fast. The actress below him shrieked as he skewered her hard and deep, but she hardly had the time to process what he was doing as he already pulled back to smoothly drive back into her with force, eliciting another cry. Clenching his jaw, he began to really pound her into the bedding, making her scream with every balls-deep thrust.
Jessica was helpless, staring with huge eyes at the point where his cock stretched her petite pussy, feeling like he was filling her completely with every thrust. She could feel his heavy ballsack smack against her exposed asshole, could hear the embarrassing smacking sounds her wet pussy made as he fucked her, the loud slapping of flesh on flesh as his lap collided with her ass. It was all so intense, so different from the gentle, loving sex she had gotten used to over the recent years. Pierre was fucking her with wild passion.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” The bed creaked below her and Jessica wailed. With her resolve broken, she didn’t see a reason to hold back any more, crying out her pleasure as she felt like she was experiencing a whole new side of sex with the weed amplifying every moment. Moaning like a whore, she reached between her legs to where he wasn’t rubbing her clit anymore and took care of that herself, drawing quick, small circles with the tips of her fingers. Her toes curled and she closed her eyes, just letting the pleasure wash her away, forgetting everything else.
“Yes!” Pierre hissed, watching closely as Jessica’s features contorted, “I want you to cum! Cum for me! Sale pute! That beautiful pussy of yours!” Gripping the pants that were entangled around her ankles, he ripped them off her feet, freeing her from her confines and officially leaving the actress bottomless. “Spread your legs, Jessica! Give me that famous, pink cunt!”
Crying with ecstasy as her brain turned into mush, Jessica instinctively complied, letting her thighs fall wide open to let this man fuck her. Her feet bobbed through the air on either side of his hips as she received a savage pounding, reduced into little more than the Frenchman’s enthusiastic, personal cocksleeve. She wasn’t usually like this, letting a man have his way with her. Even before her marriage she hadn’t allowed men to treat her like this, to just use her. It must have been the weed, she reasoned, that had tapped into a part of her personality that she usually kept in check, but right now just spreading her legs for a man and having him treat her like a little fucktoy… it simply hit the spot!
“Yeah! Fuck me!” Opening her eyes, she stared up at the Frenchman on top of her, giving him a fiery glare. She could see the feral greed in his eyes. He wanted her and she loved it. The debauched pleasure of being desired by a stranger gave her a naughty kick and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Ankles crossed behind his butt, she proceeded to pull him deeper as he plowed her, clenching her pelvic muscles in an attempt to coax out his load.
Growling, Pierre intensified the power of his thrusts. Grabbing the back of Jessica’s head, he leaned in close to her, holding her tight and forcing her to look right in his eyes as he fucked her. Meeting his energy, Jessica bared her teeth to snarl up at him, the tension between them almost palpable. Rubbing her pink clit furiously, she continued to spur him on by hissing expletives, her heels digging into his glutes. “Fuck me, Pierre! Fuck my pussy!”
Pierre roared. Taking the actress completely by surprise, he pressed his lips to hers in a deep, sloppy kiss. Jessica mumbled, but after the initial shock she quickly responded, her tongue lashing at his as they hungrily made out. She gasped for air as he all but violated her, dominating her from two ends now as his cock continued to punish her perfect, pink pussy.
He broke the kiss without warning and suddenly straightened, lifting her clean off the bed and into the air. She slung her arms around his neck, holding on with sheer instinct as the powerful Frenchman dug his fingers into her glutes and used them as handles to lift her on and off his cock. The feminine gasp she gave as she sank deeper onto his cock than ever before gave him even more strength.
“You’re a dirty girl, Jessica?! Ma sale pute?!” he whispered straight into her ear as she clung to him, sending shivers down her spine. He hissed with the exertion of the strenuous position but kept the hard pace up, just loving the high-pitched gasps she made. “Your cunt feels so good…”
Opening her eyes, Jessica moaned in response as she found herself facing the room’s large mirror. The sight was quite shocking, frankly, and she barely recognized herself. Legs and arms slung around the broad-shouldered man who held her up in mid-air, her luxurious, brunette hair a heavily disheveled mess, eyes red-shot and half-lidded, her lips agape in a whorish gasp… She looked nothing like a businesswoman. She looked like a slut!
Her thoughts were cut short when Pierre turned around so he stood with his back to the bed, facing her away from the mirror. With a strained grunt, the Frenchman sat down heavily on the bed, pulling her down on top of him so Jessica was straddling his hips, his cock deeply embedded inside her sex.
“Ride me, bitch!” Pierre ordered, laying back on the soft mattress and giving her a demanding glare, his hands still firmly on her buttocks, “Ride me! Allez!”
Jessica took a moment to catch her breath, her world still spinning around her. Bracing her hands onto the older man’s chest, the Latina had to concentrate for a moment to find her center. As she adjusted her position a little, shuffling her hips slightly, she could feel the thick cock deep inside her, stretching her out, and every small move sent small, naughty sparks through her flesh. Smiling to herself, she began to roll her hips back and forth at a measured pace, testing her range of motion for a moment. Finding the right angle, she gasped with pleasure and repeated the motion, Pierre’s thick cock hitting just the right spot.
Pierre watched with satisfaction as the actress on top of him worked herself into a rhythm. Her pupils were dilated and he could see that she was high as a kite. It was no wonder, his weed was potent stuff and by her own admission she wasn’t used to it, so the THC hit her even harder. Maybe he was taking advantage of her, but the Frenchman felt far from guilty. He hadn’t pretended to be anything he wasn’t and it wasn’t like she was drugged out of her mind. He had only provided the means, given her a nudge in the right direction, the fact that Jessica Alba was a cheating whore was her own responsibility. He was here to reap the rewards and have the “businesswoman” bounce on his cock!
As the actress grinded her pussy against his crotch, Pierre reached up and grabbed the neckline of her body firmly with both hands. Jessica looked down, but before she could process what he was doing, the Frenchman ripped the front of her top apart, tearing it all the way from top to bottom and snapping the plain bra beneath in half in the process. She gaped at her ruined clothes, her soft tits jiggling out in the open now that they were freed of their confines, but she was too caught off guard to resist as he wrestled the tattered remains down her arms and tossed them off the bed, leaving her completely naked.
Still shocked, she stared at the Frenchman until a firm smack to her booty awoke her from her daze and made her give a little gasp.
“Come on, Jessica! Ride me, cochonne!”
Pierre smirked as she quickly complied, continuing to rhythmically push her hips up and down. A lust-filled gasp slipped out from between her lips and as she threw her head back, her hair messily falling in her face, nostrils flaring and eyes closed in bliss, she looked like sex incarnated. Her ass felt amazing in his hands, warm and smooth, with the strong muscles of her glutes flexing beneath his fingers as she moved. He gave her a squeeze, testing the exquisite flesh, marveling at the famous ass.
“You are so fucking wet, Jessica!” he hissed at her, making sure to drive home how turned on she was. She gave a throaty moan in response, loosing herself in her own world of pleasure as his thick cock stimulated all her good spots deep inside her pussy. Her brow furrowed as she gradually increased the pace, rolling her hips to achieve maximum pleasure and she nibbled on her lower lip. She wanted more, deeper.
“Fuck, Pierre!” she grunted, riding harder and faster. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, her groans became louder and louder until she gave a sharp cry on every single stroke, fucking him intensely. His hands on her ass supported her movement, allowing her to go even harder as her thighs began to burn from the exertion. The weed worked well to dull the pain, which allowed her to ignore it and push on, flicking her hips back and forth with intent.
Jessica could hear the squishing sounds her pussy made as she fucked him and couldn’t help but feel at least a little embarrassed by the lewdness of the entire affair. She couldn’t recall that she had ever been so wet, her pussy so perfectly skewered and it was all with a rather unattractive man that wasn’t even her husband. Somehow, his lack of looks made it all even hotter, made it all feel even more wrong and debauched. She could feel his dick deep inside of her, his hands on her ass cheeks, groping and squeezing as he pulled her down harder.
Pierre gritted his teeth, basking in the moment of the Hollywood actress riding him like a 2-dollar-whore. Looking down to where their bodies were joined, he once more got evidence of how turned on she was as her entire pubic mound, including the widely spread cunt lips and the patch of neatly trimmed brunette hair, were covered in sticky, girly juices. Leaning to the side, he glanced past her to the mirror behind her to get a reverse view of the action, watching Jessica’s tight booty grind and flex away. Using his hands to spread her cheeks wide, he stole a very intrusive peek at Jessica’s petite, puckered asshole. Stretching it into a lewd oval with his fingers, he took a moment to admire the starlet’s small sphincter. She looked tight, almost innocent, which sharply contrasted with the slutty blue bow trampstamp that blemished the skin right above her ass crack. He lay back, again taking in the Latina’s angelic face which was twisted with primal pleasure. He’d treat her properly, like she deserved!
“Ngh! Fck!” Jessica gasped. A light sheen of perspiration had formed on her golden body and she began to feel some tension building in the pit of her tummy. Changing things up, she stopped flicking her hips back and forth and began gyrating her hips instead. Her toned, feminine abs flexed as she worked them like a professional belly dancer and she sat up straight, pulling his attention towards her chest. Her soft c-cups jiggled enticingly with every move she made and she loved showing them off. Her brow twitched as she felt a shudder run through her frame, a telltale sign of an impending orgasm.
SMACK!
The harsh impact of Pierre’s palm on her buttock caught her off guard, eliciting a cry of surprised pain.
“Cum for me, putain! Allez!”
She gasped as Pierre’s grip on her ass tightened and the Frenchman took control, pulling her hips down on him while simultaneously pushing up. She saw stars as his bell-shaped tip pushed deep into her pussy, but she didn’t think twice in complying. Aided by his hands, she did her best to ignore the lactic acid in her thighs and slammed her pussy down on the man’s cock hard and fast.
“Fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Gritting her teeth, she looked down, making eye contact with the man deep inside her as she rode him with intent. Her hair hung messily around her shoulders, the ponytail long dissolved, and astray strands stuck to her sweaty face. She could see the smug smile on Pierre’s face, knew that she was giving him everything he had wanted, but she didn’t care. Right now, she was getting everything she wanted as well. A big, fat cock in her pussy and a pair of strong hands to grab her butt.
Grunting loudly each time Jessica slammed her pussy down on him, Pierre watched in amazement as the starlet went buckwild on top of him, causing the entire bed to shake and the headboard to rhythmically ‘thud’ against the wall. Watching her getting lost in the turbulent pleasure of an approaching climax, he selected this moment to push the boundaries a little more. Spreading her buttocks wide as he used them as handles to pull her onto him, he pushed one of his fingers into her crack and located the actress’ perfect little asshole. He could see her eyes widen at the intrusive contact, her sphincter feeling tiny and petite against the rough tip of his finger and for a moment she lost her rhythm.
“Don’t you stop, bitch! Fuck me! Allez!” he roared, his voice far more commanding than ever before and to underline his words he pulled her down on him harder.
He could see the moment of hesitation pass in her eyes. Anal wasn’t something that she did, especially during her first time with a man. Of course, back in the day all her lovers had tried to talk her into it all the time to the point where she had even given it a try, but she had found that she was much too tight back there. The entire affair had been painful and humiliating and it had made her realize that her then-boyfriend had really only wanted to fuck Jessica Alba in the ass for bragging rights. She had put a stop to that and ditched him and her husband was more concerned with her other holes, so the topic of anal hadn’t played a role in her sex life for years now.
Pierre’s intrusive finger had come completely out of left field. Out of sheer instinct she had almost put a stop to this, but him snapping at her, dominantly snarling at her had a surprising result of awakening another primal instinct. She usually suppressed any submissive instincts, deeming them embarrassing and unbecoming to a woman of her stature. However, her mind had been marinated in all sorts of addictive substances for the entire evening now and the usually rigid countenance had fallen by the wayside, so she did what felt natural in the moment: she complied. Picking up where she left off to fuck him hard and fast, she moaned like a complete slut as Pierre toyed with her tight butthole.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she closed her eyes, her mouth hanging open as she took in the moment. That thick, vein-marbled cock sliding along the sensitive inner tissue of her pussy combined shockingly well with the firm massage of her puckered asshole, adding a whole new, forbidden quality to it. She enjoyed the pressure he applied to her sphincter, felt him test her resistance and she couldn’t help but like it. Leaning a bit further forward, she gave him more space to continue the anal play, feeling it rev up her engine as she approached her orgasm.
“Yeah!” she whined, surprised by the high pitch of her own voice. “Play with my asshole…”
An erratic grin spread across Pierre’s face as he watched the spectacle of expressions wash across Jessica’s exotic face, grimacing, flinching and biting her lower lip as he stimulated her forbidden hole. While she continued to slam her pussy down on his cock with growing urgency, he collected some of her plentifully flowing womanly juices with the tip of his finger and used them as lubrication as he massaged her backdoor.
The actress was evidently loving the treatment, going from shrill squeaks to guttural grunts, her face turning redder and redder from both excitement and exertion. Watching her completely get washed away by ecstasy, Pierre felt a pull in his own loins, a telltale sign that his own orgasm was impending.
“Allez! Allez, Jessica! Allez!” he spurred the slutty beauty on, rubbing her asshole hard and fast as she rode him at full speed.
“Yeah! Oh God! Yeah!” Jessica screamed at the top of her lungs, completely oblivious to any other guests at the hotel as she found herself climbing the peak of her pleasure. Lost in her own world of alcohol, THC and endorphins, the Latina felt like she was about to pass out from the sheer intensity of the situation.
At that moment, Pierre pushed past her sphincter, invading her ass.
Jessica’s nostrils flared, her eyes flying wide and her entire body froze as Pierre’s thick digit stretched her tender asshole. The physical sensation of having her backdoor invaded paired with the debauched knowledge of the forbidden act was enough to send her crashing over the edge. Her muscles cramped, fingers painfully fug into Pierre’s pectoral muscles as she froze in time and space.
“No! No, bitch! Allez!” Pierre urged as Jessica froze, yet he knew that she was in no shape to respond. Taking matters into his own hands, the middle-aged Frenchman dug his heels in for leverage and tightened his grip on her hip. Then, holding the stunned actress in place with the force of a vice, he began to fuck her from below. Clenching his jaw with adrenaline-fueled urgency, he pounded his cock into Jessica’s shuddering cunt with all his power.
The Latina looked like she was having a seizure. Muscles in her body spasmed and rippled wildly, her teeth clenched and her eyes rolled back until only small slivers of her irises were visible. Her holes clenched rhythmically, milking Pierre for all its worth as she experienced a powerful climax. Arms buckling, she collapsed on top of him, completely at his mercy. He showed her none, treating her petite pussy as little more as a disposable onahole as he used her to chase his own orgasm.
“Fucking BITCH!” Pierre bellowed, his own blood boiling now. With a grunt of exertion, he suddenly flipped them over. Jessica, halfway unconscious at this point, gave a girly gasp as she was once again put on her back and the Frenchman was on top of her. Pulling his finger from her ass, he braced against the bed and hammered away with hard, punishing thrusts until he couldn’t take any more.
“FUUUUUCK!” he roared. Yanking his cock out at the last possible second, he grabbed it around the base and gave it a few feverish strokes before he exploded. Aiming the tip at the spread pink of Jessica’s freshly fucked pussy, his first jet of thick, off-white cum splattered across her shivering folds. Jessica lifted her head to watch with a dazed look as she received the money shot by this stranger. The next spurt stretched from her clit upwards to her bellybutton before he aimed even higher and reached her shuddering breasts, the sperm contrasting with Jessica’s supple caramel skin. Pierre groaned with exertion as the force of his ejection decreased and he aimed the next couple of weaker spurts at the small triangle of well-groomed pubic hair above her pussy before he finally collapsed face first on the bed next to her.
“Fuuuck…” he mumbled into the sheets as the two of them lay next to each other, catching their breath.
Staring at the ceiling above, Jessica took the moment in. Her heart was pumping, adrenaline and endorphins flowing through her veins and her body shook in the after-tremors of a powerful orgasm. From the corner of her eye, she saw Pierre move across the bed to lean against the headboard, grabbing another joint and his lighter from the nightstand, lighting it.
Her sex was throbbing from what he had done to her. She could feel his warm, sticky jizz on her skin, running along the sensitive lips of her pussy, pooling in her bellybutton. She knew that she should feel bad, that her conscience would kill her in the morning, yet for now she felt strangely relaxed. This stout, hairy Frenchman had given her some of the best sex of her life, had really taken her to task, and now she just enjoyed the afterglow of what she had experienced.
“Everything alright, darling?”
She turned her head to look up at him, her hair fanning out on the sheets like a halo. She smiled and nodded, not quite trusting herself to speak.
“Want some more?!” Pierre held out the joint, yet she felt like he wasn’t just talking about the weed. She nodded, taking the offered joint and taking a greedy drag.
“Fuck…” she muttered, blowing out light blue smoke. “That was intense!”
She almost immediately realized that she was in over her head, that if anything, this joint was even stronger than the last, but in her current state of mind she didn’t feel like being responsible. Instead, she took another deep pull. Scooting backwards, she leaned against the headboard next to Pierre and the two of them sat naked and in silence, passing the spliff back and forth.
“What’s that?” Pierre asked after a while, nodding towards the two paper bags Jessica had brought along that were now sitting on the floor next to the bed.
“Gifts I got…” Jessica replied simply, watching as Pierre leaned over to snatch them up. He peeked into the one containing the massage oils and selfcare products, but quickly put it aside to focus on the other one. Pulling out the slutty leather skirt and lacy white crop top he burst out laughing.
“What the fuck is this?!”
Jessica giggled. “I visited a fashion show and the designer gave them to me…”
“Has he ever seen you? What gave him the idea that you would like this kind of outfit?”
The two of the shared a hearty laugh, both of them feeling the effects of the joint. Pierre tossed the garments aside, then pulled the last objects from the bag. “Now, these are fun!” he regarded the long-shafted, white boots with interest. Up close, they seemed even more offensive to Jessica than before. The heels were at least four inches long and looked dangerously thin. Balancing in those would be a chore!
“They’re slutty!”
“Indeed!” Pierre agreed with a grin, then turned towards her, holding them out. “You should put them on!”
“What?!” Jessica was perplexed. The idea of wearing these ridiculous shoes had never even entered her mind.
“Put the boots on!” Suddenly, Pierre’s voice turned very serious and he switched from amused to commanding as he looked deep into Jessica’s eyes as he calmly laid it out to her. “I want you to take these and go to the bathroom. Clean yourself up, put on some make-up and put these on. I want to see you wearing nothing but these slutty boots!”
Jessica stared at him. For a moment she expected him to start laughing, yet he didn’t. Instead, he just stared back, demandingly. She wasn’t used to being commanded around, was used to hold her own in pretty much any situation in her life these days, but it seemed like she was acting out of character today.
“O… okay,” she nodded, taking the boots from his hand. Her voice sounded meek and submissive in her own ears. Sheepishly, she moved to stand when he stopped her once more.
“Jessica?!”
“Yeah?!”
“I want you to shave your pretty pussy, too! I want your cunt completely bald, is that clear?”
She gaped at him, stunned by the sheer audacity of making such a demand. Yet that newly discovered submissive side of hers purred with pleasure. “Okay.”
Sitting back against the wall, Pierre took a deep, relishing drag of the joint as he watched Jessica hurry into the bathroom, boots in hand. That famous booty jiggled enticingly with every step. He smiled. What a good, little slut Jessica Alba was…
-
Leaning closer towards the mirror, Jessica uncapped the mascara and lifted the little brush towards her eyes. She carefully applied some of the dark pigments to her lashes with short, precise strokes, then moved over to the other eye to give it the same treatment. She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing here, why she was acting this way, yet she found it strangely easy not to think about it. She felt relaxed, vibrant and alive, more than she had in years of chasing from one appointment to the next, just basking in the thrill of this naughty adventure. Pierre wasn’t really what she’d call attractive, but he knew damn well what he was doing, how to handle her and she found herself loving it.
She put the finishing touches to her eyelids and stood back to give herself a once-over. Still incredulous that she’d do something like this for a man, one she had only met today for that matter, she could not argue that she looked absolutely mesmerizing.
She had washed Pierre’s cum off her belly and freshened up a bit, wiping away sweat and the day’s subtle make-up before applying a spritz of “Sana Jardin Paris Vanilla Nomad”, savoring the earthy-sweet notes of vanilla and sandalwood. After debating a little bit whether or not to pull her hair up into a ponytail, she had decided against it and had instead ruffled it up a little bit to let it fall down to her shoulders in messy waves for a wild, tousled look that paired very well with the dramatic mascara she had just applied. She had put on a few more layers than usual and the effect were spectacular smoky eyes that gave her a sensual-slutty look that she was sure Pierre would appreciate. A slight layer of blusher on her cheeks accentuated the result even more.
Letting her eyes trail downwards along her reflection, she took in another thing Pierre would love. It still felt surreal to her that she had shaved her pussy for him, something she hadn’t done since her twenties, yet her petite sex was now left completely smooth. Seeing her tender lips on full display felt naughty and while she was embarrassed, she also couldn’t deny the thrill. She was a slut for the night and it felt good.
The bald cunt also paired fantastically with the boots. Jessica subconsciously nibbled on her lip as she took in the spectacular footwear. Made from white leather, the shafts reached halfway up her thigh, making for a gorgeous contrast with her tanned skin. As she had thought, the stiletto heels were dangerously narrow and despite her experience walking in heels she found herself struggling to balance. It was, however, an undeniably hot look…
Swallowing hard, Jessica found her composure. It was strange to see herself like this, not just dressed sexy, but downright slutty and it made butterflies fly in her stomach in a way they hadn’t in a long time. Re-capping the mascara, she slipped it back into her make-up bag and turned around, ready to head back out to Pierre.
-
Pierre took one last big hit from the tequila bottle before setting it aside when he heard the clicking sounds of Jessica’s heels on the bathroom tiles as she approached. The door swung open and a wolfish grin spread across his lips as the actress stepped back into the room.
“Mon dieu! Magnifique!” he muttered, stunned by the view. She looked like the world’s hottest slut. Her stunning, natural looks almost corrupted by the look he had requested from her. The high boots, shaved twat and raunchy make-up made her look more like an incarnated wet dream than a classy businesswoman. What made it even better was the way she was insecure about it. Stepping into the room, he could see her hesitate, thinking about adapting a sensual pose but then not doing it, ending up sheepishly standing in the middle of the room in front of him. It was adorable.
“Turn around for me. Slowly!”
Her lips twitched as if she wanted to say something, but then she didn’t and instead she silently complied. Slowly, she turned on the spot, an awkward smile on her face as she allowed him to take her in, showing him her ass as well as her tits and pussy as she did a full 360-degree spin.
“You’re fucking stunning, Jessica!” Pierre smiled, moving to stand and pick up the camera that he had put on the nightstand. Her eyes widened.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… no pictures!” she protested, instinctively using her arms to cover up, her left arm shielding her breasts while her right palm cupped her bare sex. She was high, but she wasn’t stupid! She damn sure wasn’t going to leave this man with evidence of what she had done.
Pierre gave her an amused look. “Why not?”
“Because! I don’t need those pictures of me out there!” she protested firmly, giving him a glare.
“This is an old camera. Doesn’t even connect to the cloud!” Pierre calmly explained. “There is absolutely zero chance that these pictures will leak out on the internet. Safest you have ever been!”
A sliver of doubt cracked her scowl. “But…”
“Don’t you think it is a hot idea? Doing a little photo shoot?!” he gave her a naughty little smirk. “Don’t tell me that with all those professional shoots you have done, you’ve never once thought about doing an x-rated version. Just show yourself off how all those men actually wanted to see you…”
Jessica pressed her lips together. Somewhere, her rational mind was yelling at her. More than twenty years in the lime-light, she knew that she needed to be careful, that this was incredibly stupid. And she wasn’t stupid. She was a successful businesswoman!
However, the admonishing voice of her conscience was more than a little blurred. She had drunken too much, was too high. It had been too long since she had let loose, had unwound… She could feel herself nodding without ever having consciously made the decision, saw Pierre grin and lift the camera.
Jessica blinked, momentarily blinded by the flash, her nude form, albeit covered by her arms, recorded on Pierre’s camera. The realization only sank in slowly, her mind feeling somewhat woozy and she simply stared as Pierre moved towards her and took several more pictures.
“Very nice, Jessica!” the Frenchman smiled. He loved every moment, loved her reluctant compliance. She really wasn’t some Hollywood ditz, was quite sweet really, but that only made corrupting her more rewarding. She’d remember this and so would he. “Now show me your tits, darling!”
The moment of hesitation, the expressions on mental struggle passing over her face were sublime. Jessica famously included a no-nudity-clause into all her contracts and the long-honed instinct took a bit to overcome. Staring at him with big eyes, the 42-year-old beauty finally gave in, lowering the protective arm. The camera clicked and for the first time in her storied career, Jessica had allowed a man to take her picture topless, breasts completely on display.
Pierre had to control himself not to grin too hard, not wanting to scare the still-timid Latina off while simultaneously snapping away. “Alright, Jessica, now get on your knees for me!”
He watched as she swallowed hard, but after a moment to collect herself, she complied. Moving slowly and carefully, making sure she didn’t show him more than intended, she slowly slid down to kneel on the floor in front of him. Staring up at the camera with huge eyes, she felt rather sheepish again. She knew he was taking advantage of her. Even if asked she couldn’t have said why exactly she was obeying. Yet, she was following along meekly, doing as she was told when he asked her to fold her arms behind her back to push out and present her tits for him, then when he made her cup the undersides of her own breasts to lift them up and push them together. She felt rather slutty when he had her stick out her tongue too in a shamelessly slutty display, yet on the other hand she couldn’t deny that the lewd, forbidden action was exciting. Her pussy was soaked as he ordered her around and she obeyed like a good little slut.
“Now crawl towards me, chienne!”
Jessica complied, slowly moving forward on her hands and knees, eyes firmly trained on the camera as she approached. She could feel her soft tits shake below her frame, her ass jiggling with every move. It was exposing, yet not as terrifying as she had expected, more of a thrill to be captured this naked. Somehow, the thought of how humiliating it would be if these pictures came out – her naked but for some incredibly slutty fuck-me-boots, crawling on all fours for this man – added to the whole excitement.
Pierre slowly moved backwards, making her follow him in a circle across the room while steadily clicking away, treating the gorgeous actress like a well-trained dog. Just like many dynamic, powerful personalities, it seemed like Jessica relished giving up control, even if she hadn’t known the extent of that until this evening. The stress and inebriation really had made her susceptible to his approach and he was taking full advantage.
He finally had her climb onto the couch where he had her do a few more poses – lying on her side, turned at an angle and finally leaning back against the backrest with her arms sprawled out, showing off her bare tits for his camera to see. It didn’t escape his attention however, that while Jessica had gradually gotten comfortable putting her breasts on display, she nonetheless made sure not to let the camera see any more of her. He wasn’t completely sure whether she did it consciously or instinctively, but as he directed her through the poses, the Latina kept her thighs demurely closed or angled her hips in such a way that he never got a clear shot of her freshly-shaven cunt. It appeared that despite it all, she was attempting to hold on to a modicum of dignity, trying to keep the shoot somewhat tasteful.
Pierre on the other hand had no such intentions. Finally, after her playing coy through a few minutes of posing he finally had enough. “Spread your legs, Jessica! Show me that petite pussy!” he ordered, his voice making it very clear that he wasn’t going to tolerate any more games. He could see her hesitation as she swallowed hard. “Do it!”
She flinched, the sharply spoken two words almost like a cracking whip, making sure she was toeing the line. Her nostrils flared and she looked like a deer in the headlights as she slowly, shyly, let her thighs fall open, allowing him to see what he wanted. Pierre didn’t waste a second. As soon as her legs were spread wide enough for him to see he clicked away, getting numerous shots of Jessica bashfully presenting her perfectly smooth fuckhole.
“Beautiful! Look at how wet you are!” The Frenchman enthusiastically complimented. “Spread them wider!”
Jessica winced with embarrassment, yet when her heart raced as she obeyed, the thrill she received from it was intoxicating. Pushing her thighs apart, she revealed her bald sex completely, showing herself off to the greedy Frenchman. The rush of adrenaline was unlike anything she had ever felt, almost making her feel faint. It only got worse when he had her scoot her butt forward to the edge of the couch and made her spread her legs even wider until he made her almost do the splits, putting her flexibility to a serious test.
Pierre smirked as the inebriated actress debased herself. She was loving this, a big, goofy grin of neediness and embarrassment on her face as her puffy pussy opened up like a rose, revealing the beautifully rich inner pink of her sex to the camera. The pictures he got now had nothing classy about them as the stunning, wealthy, successful Latina presented herself like a cheap porn hussy, forgetting her shame more and more with every second as she got carried away. To top it all off, he had her use two fingers to pull her soft nether lips apart even more, smiling her million-dollar smile for the camera as she showed off her creamy, glistening fuck tunnel to the camera.
“Gorgeous!” he told her, amused by how her radiant expression gave away how much she basked in the compliment, lapping it up. At this point, the Frenchman was fully rejuvenated, his cock standing stiff as he took complete advantage of the beautiful woman, ready to defile her even more.
“Turn over!” he ordered.
Jessica gave him a quizzical look, but at this point she didn’t hesitate anymore and complied, rolling over so she was kneeling on the couch, facing away from him. Leaning forward, she braced her elbows onto the backrest of the couch. Knowing that he was likely interested in her ass, she pushed her booty out to accentuate the curve of her cheek, meekly making sure not to show him too much.
“No!” Pierre calmly chided, “Turn your butt towards me, Jessica!”
She turned her head to stare back at him. Opening her mouth as if to protest, she stopped herself before she uttered a single sound and instead, she followed his demand. Pointing her ass towards him, she felt her face flush, knowing that he could now see everything. The primal, greedy look on his face was enough to make her shiver with a mixture of shame and arousal.
“Beautiful!” he hissed hoarsely, lifting the camera, “Now arch your back to the maximum!”
As she complied, her firm cheeks splayed beautifully, giving the perverted man a clear view of her puckered, amber-colored asshole and showing herself off in a way she had never even dreamed about before. She could hear the clicking of the camera, knew that with every pose, every second, she gave him more power over her. Her face burned, it was humiliating, yet she felt as alive as she hadn’t in years. He was in charge, which meant all the pressure was off of her.
“Spread your ass-cheeks!”
“What?” Despite all that had led up to it, the order still caught her by surprise.
“Spread your fucking ass-cheeks!” Pierre spelled his demand out for her, his tone not allowing for any further discussion. He watched with immense inner satisfaction how Jessica leaned her upper body onto the backrest of the couch and reached back with shaky hands, each grabbing a beautifully sculpted buttock. It was obvious that there was mental trepidation as her fingers dug into the supple skin, but nonetheless, the famous actress complied and slowly pulled her cheeks apart, putting herself completely on display. For a moment, he thought back to the composed, professional woman he had met two hours ago at the bar, who had hoped to get rid of him after a quick drink. Now he could make out every nook and cranny of her sphincter as she spread her ass so wide that her petite hole was stretched into a lewd oval.
“Look back at me! And give me a fucking smile, salope!”
Turning her head to peer back at him over her shoulder, he could see the angst in her eyes. All of this was far out of her comfort zone, far from anything she could have ever imagined herself doing. Yet, the soft, THC-laced mist that clouded her mind took the anxiety away and, second by second, she got used to the surreal events. Her limits were pushed further and further back and she could hardly tell how she ended up like this, demeaning herself. However, what she knew was that she was immensely excited. So, she gave him her widest, brightest smile as he took her picture.
“Perfect!” Pierre smirked as he took photo after photo, making sure to get some close-ups of Jessica’s wrinkled asshole as well as some full body shots that showed her in all her slutty glory. “Are you doing anal, love?”
An immediate look of concern spread across her features and to Pierre’s amusement, the iris of her asshole puckered up at the mention of anal sex as she subconsciously clenched. “No,” she mumbled, “I’m too tight. It hurts.”
“Then you didn’t do it right,” Pierre dismissed her worries, “You loved my finger up your precious, little booty. You’re going to love getting fucked in the ass, trust me!”
Jessica’s throat tightened. He was less asking her for permission and more telling her what he was going to do, yet she somehow couldn’t bring herself to protest. Their dynamic had shifted so far at this point that he was fully in charge. With the photos he had just taken he had her in the palm of his hand and the idea of being so totally under this almost-stranger’s control gave her a wild thrill.
"Les belles salopes aiment se la prendre dans le cul," Pierre growled as he set the camera aside and instead grabbed the small paper bag Jessica had received from the Vogue interviewer. Reaching inside, he produced a small, elegant bottle of fancy massage oil, then tossed the bag back onto the table. She watched him with her large, beautiful doe eyes as the stout, hairy man squeezed a healthy dose of oil into his palm as he approached her.
“The secret of anal sex are two things!” he explained as he set the bottle down on the couch within his reach, then rubbed his palms together to warm the oil a little, “Relaxation and lubrication!”
Jessica’s heart raced as Pierre positioned himself right behind her. She felt anxious excitement, but remained completely still, like a deer in headlines, hissing a gasp as his strong hands made contact with her butt.
“Relax, Jessica!” Pierre’s voice was soothing as he began by massaging the supple musculature of her glutes, giving them a glistening sheen and easing her into the action. He could sense her nervousness and was determined not to rush things. Soon, he felt her settle a little, melting away under his skilled hands and he began letting his fingers linger a bit more towards the center. Despite her initial reservations, the actress basked in the worshipping of her booty, soon cooing and moaning with pleasure as his fingertips began to dance across her wrinkled opening. Smirking, he grabbed the bottle of oil once again and let a thick stream squirt at the little blue bow tattoo at the top of Jessica’s ass-crack, allowing it to dribble along the valley and across her forbidden hole. She gave a gasp that sounded as much of pleasure as it did of surprise. Despite briefly clenching up tight when he rubbed her opening with his thumb, another calming reassurance got her back to relax, allowing him to slowly work the first digit past her sphincter.
“There we go!” Pierre grinned with triumph. He began thrusting back and forth, working the viscous lube into the intoxicated actress’ asshole, gradually pushing deeper.
Jessica grunted. She had closed her eyes and dug her fingers into the thick leather cushions of the couch as she endured the Frenchman’s efforts. Aided by the THC, her entire mind was focused on the strange sensation. Herr backdoor had been largely off limits until now and the crazy shudders that now ran through her body were completely alien in a good way. That thick finger skillfully fucking her ass felt deliciously forbidden, adding to the surprisingly intense, physical sensation. To her own surprise, there was hardly any pain as Pierre took his time, adding lube several times to keep the motion nice and easy until he finally had worked his entire thumb in.
“How does it feel, Jessica?” he asked, admiring the goosebumps that had formed all over the actress’ flawless skin, which was still shiny with oil.
“Mmmh, good…” Jessica moaned.
“What was that?”
“It feels so good!” she repeated, louder this time and with a huge smile on her face.
“Exactly, bitch!” Pierre smirked. Pulling his thumb out of her hole, he gently ran it along her lubed-up rim, teasing her a little before placing the tips of his fore and middle finger against her opening. “Dumb sluts love it in the ass…”
The crude words hardly registered in Jessica’s brain as before she had processed them, Pierre pushed forward and his two well-lubed fingers forced their way into her butt. She bucked, overwhelmed by a mixture of sharp pain and immense pleasure, but Pierre’s free hand held her by the hip and he didn’t let her escape as he stretched her with his digits.
“Arrrgh!” she gasped, struggling as he proceeded with a bit less carefulness, but she had nowhere to go. Soon, the Frenchman had worked the tension out of her and she relaxed, feeling the sting dissipate and being replaced by pleasure.
“Yes, beautiful,” Pierre’s soothing voice encouraged her as he felt her ease up, allowing his fingers to work back and forth. Coaxing the tension away bit by bit, he was soon able to thrust deep and hard into her ass, mimicking a fucking motion as Jessica’s guttural moans got louder and louder. As she had ceased her struggles. His left hand was freed up and he swiftly slid it in between her legs, pressing his thumb against her little clit. A powerful shudder shook her frame and immediately her cries turned an octave higher as he synched the stimulation of her sensitive nub with his thrusting into her ass.
He knew she had no clue how she had gotten herself into this situation, but she wasn’t so inebriated that she’d black out. She’d remember all of this, was going to live with the memory for the rest of her life of how she squealed like a little whore as he fingered her ass.
Loving the effects of his actions, he worked the helpless actress into an absolute frenzy, using the full extent of his skill until she was screaming at the top of her lungs. She was unable to handle it, overwhelmed by what he was putting her through with the guests in the neighboring rooms surely being aware of what was happening.
“Aaargh! Aaaah! FUUUHUUUUUCK!” Jessica screeched, completely helpless.
Then he suddenly stopped. Disoriented and caught off guard, she almost choked on her own screams, bucking backwards against the empty air as her holes suddenly clenched around nothing. She didn’t have to wait at all, however, as she received a hard, flesh-jiggling smack to her buttock, then her hip was grabbed. She was still out of breath, her body covered in sweat as she felt Pierre position himself behind her and press the thick head of his cock up against her tiny sphincter. She didn’t protest, instead she kept completely still and let it happen.
“Sale pute!” Pierre spat through clenched teeth as he grabbed his thick cock around the base and pressed forward. For a moment, nothing happened. He could feel her wrinkled opening resist, not letting his lubed-up cock inside. Then, he felt her sphincter slowly yield against the pressure, stretching to give way. Jessica gave a cute little squeak, once again experiencing a pang of pain. However, after the thorough preparation she was getting the hang of it and managed to relax and allow the pain to wash over her as the thick, rounded head of Pierre’s cock slipped past her sphincter.
“Oooooh!” she moaned as he gave her a short respite to douse his shaft in more oil, trying her best not to clench. Then she bit down on her lips to slightly muffle the sound of a drawn-out groan as he pressed on, stretching her sensitive, forbidden hole as he forced his way deeper.
“Yeah, bitch, just relax!” Pierre growled. His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his neck locked as he slowly made progress. She was incredibly tight, her hot orifice grabbing and squeezing his cock like a vice, unwilling to let him in. Nonetheless, he was determined to bury himself to the root inside her famous butt. Using her hips as handles, he pulled her back with both hands, mercilessly forcing his way deeper into the Latina beauty’s ass.
“Fuuuuuuck!” Jessica panted. She grimaced, barely able to handle the violation. The oil helped, made it just bearable, but the further Pierre pushed, the more painful it got. At this moment, the only thing allowing her to endure was her trust in his claim that things would get better. That she’d love it in the ass.
Tears brimmed in her eyes, soaking her lashes and ran down in smoky, dark trails over her flushed cheeks. She snarled, baring her clenched teeth, fingers clawing at the leather upholstery of the couch, anything to bear the intense pain while resisting the urge to clench down.
Finally, she felt his loins press against her upturned buttocks. She breathed a sigh of relief and he took a moment to compose himself, allowing her a brief respite as he looked down and enjoyed the view of Jessica’s tender asshole snugly wrapped around the base of his cock. He gently ran his hands along her bare back in a calming motion, feeling her body shiver as she softly sobbed.
“Are you okay, mon petit sac-à-foutre?!” he asked in a soothing voice.
It took her a moment before she gave a weak, approving mumble.
“Good!” he nodded. He felt her struggle slightly, legs twitching, when he slowly pulled back. He could feel her sphincter cling on to his cock, savoring the intense sensation and Jessica gave a wheezing gasp, which then turned into a throaty groan of discomfort as he reversed his movement and pushed back in. The plentiful lube allowed for smooth, slow motions as he began to fuck the actress in the ass with very slow, long strokes, testing her reactions and getting her used to it.
Jessica’s head spun fiercely as her mind was laser-focused on the fat cock stretching out her sensitive hole. She could feel every detail of his rock-hard shaft, how her muscles grabbed and clung on, how the thick, bell-shaped tip of his dick tunneled deep into her rectum. She whined softly, but could already feel more and more pleasure mix back into the pain. Pierre must have sensed her relaxing a little, because the Frenchman wasted no time increasing his pace.
Jessica groaned with every thrust; her jaw firmly clenched as she got everything she could handle. His hands grabbing her hips, holding her firmly under his control as she pushed her ass up into the air for him to use, she felt more submissive than she had ever felt. Her tender sphincter was stretched wide open, feeling like he was absolutely pushed her limits now as he fucked her harder. She whimpered as Pierre’s crotch bounced off her ass, tears running down her face as despite the pleasure, the pain was still intense. Yet, even as she let out an audible sob, the bald, older man didn’t let up.
“C’mon, bitch!” he teased, making her yelp with a harsh smack to her butt, “Be a little tough, will you?!”
Jessica grunted. If there was one thing she hated, it was to be seen as weak. Her discipline and pride had gotten her far in life. It had allowed her to succeed as a young, gorgeous actress in the shark pool of Hollywood and had made her a successful businesswoman in her own right, yet now the Frenchman used her ambition against her. Instead of asking for a reprieve, for him to take it slower on her inexperienced butt, his mocking taunt was enough to make her grit her teeth. With a tear-smeared snarl, she stared ahead and took what he gave her, offering her asshole up for him to use as he pleased.
“Good cunt!” Pierre smirked, feeling her posture change defiantly. Successful women often times had an ego to match their male counterparts and Jessica was no different. It made intelligent people easy to manipulate if you simply pushed the right button at the right time. A simple comment made her forget about what she wanted, waking the urge to prove herself and one small sentence had made the actress decide to push through the pain and bear the humiliation, just so she wouldn’t feel like a quitter. Chances were that she even saw through his obvious bait, she just couldn’t resist the temptation to prove herself.
Taking full advantage, Pierre fucked her harder. He could hear her gasp and wince at his punishing thrusts, yet the actress at no point asked for a reprieve, instead grit her teeth through what was quickly turning into a rough anal pounding.
“Yeeesss! Fucking bitch! Putain! Dirty cunt!” Pierre growled, letting all pretense go now as he called her names in a wild mix of French and English. He had charmed her, now he was buried balls-deep up her ass, the need to be polite was over. Grunting, he slapped her ass hard, several times, loving the increasing, feminine winces that elicited from her, then he grabbed a fistful of her luxurious hair and yanked hard.
“Aaaah!” The sudden pain as her head was forced back made Jessica cry out. Her back was forced into an arch, making her push her butt out even more. With her lips now opened, the next cries kept pouring out and she had no way to stop herself, letting out a shrill, feral scream each time Pierre bottomed out. “Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!”
Reaching back instinctively, she placed one palm against his hip as if to stop him, to slow him down a little, but all that achieved was that Pierre snatched up her wrist and swiftly twisted her arm behind her back, leaving her even more helpless than before.
“Bet your husband never fucks you like this, cochonne!”
The mention of her marriage sent another surge of guilt and humiliation through her frame, which immediately mixed into the vortex of emotions inside Jessica’s inebriated mind. She was cheating! Worse, she was letting some guy who she hardly knew fuck her in the ass like some cheap trash whore, betraying all her principles.
This was what men wanted to do to her. For years, decades even, men all over the world had dreamed about treating her like this, using her as their little anal fucktoy. And now, finally, this Frenchman had succeeded. The idea of being conquered, of being made to submit and being treated like a whore gave her a thrilling rush. He had seen her, had seen through her and had played her like a fiddle. Everything she was so proud of – her discipline, morals and work ethic – didn’t matter to him. She was just a pretty, little slut, getting fucked in the ass!
“Gnnngh!” A wave of excitement rose inside her chest at the naughty thought, going straight to her head and making her eyes flutter. Her body was reacting in ways she had never known and with every second she was getting more into it. Being grabbed from behind, fingers twisted into her hair and pulling her back on that amazing cock was one of the best things she had ever experienced. It felt as if wave after wave of intense sensations radiated from her booty, building on one another and amplifying it all, minute by minute.
“Yes, bitch! Come on! Allez!” Pierre encouraged her, sensing how she was getting into it just like he had predicted. Scowling, he increased the pace of his thrusts even further, his hips loudly smacking against Jessica’s flawless butt, causing it to ripple off his crotch.
After he had just cum from using the starlet’s pussy, the edge had been taken off, which allowed him to go that much harder without worrying much about climaxing earlier than intended. For a man of his age and stout shape, Pierre possessed impressive stamina and while his quads burned and his entire body glistened with sweat, he continued to mercilessly punish the actress for minutes on end, loving the loud, feral screams the sodomized woman made.
He was friends with several people in show business, producers and casting directors alike, regularly trading stories with them about their respective escapades. A fair number of Hollywood beauties had been subject to his friends’ casting couches, yet about Jessica Alba they all said the same: no chance. It appeared that the Latina had managed to weasel her way through a decades-long, relative high-profile career without ever giving it up, getting his friends quite frustrated. He was very much looking forward to telling them about all this next time they shared drinks, sharing around the pictures he had taken to ensure he was believed… This slut would be a great party story!
Jaw clenched, the Frenchman continued to enjoy the snug vice of Jessica’s asshole. With every passing minute, the actress’ rectum became more pliant, allowing him to use her like the beautiful cocksleeve she was. Jessica was screaming the whole way through, though the pain slowly filtered out of her voice as she was properly broken in and while she kept on squealing pathetically, it was because of intense pleasure. Her ass was getting slapped, her hair pulled, her sensitive forbidden hole stretched out wide, all the potentially demeaning sensations mixed in her weed-addled mind into an alien, but beautiful cocktail.
“Aaah! Aaahaaaahaaaah!” The Latina wailed. Her eyes had glassed over a while ago as she was simply overwhelmed, reduced to little more than this Frenchman’s pretty cockwipe. Her fingers dug into the upholstery as she took her pounding like a champ, her petite asshole mercilessly abused. It still hurt, Pierre was intentionally rough with her, yet the difference to the less pleasant attempts at anal sex was that now the pain played into the pleasure. It felt wrong, forbidden, humiliating, yet all those sensations now melted in her endorphin-flooded brain, leading to an intense, primal high. Her cheeks were stained with dark mascara tears, her stunning, exotic features twisted in a feral grimace of pleasure as she felt tension build inside her body.
“Aaaah! Ooohgaaaawd!” she cried, realizing that she felt the initial stages of a monstrous orgasm. She was going to cum from getting fucked in the ass, and she was going to cum hard! Hardly conscious, she loosened the death-grip that her right hand had on the leather cushions and snuck it below her body and between her own legs. Finding her clit, she began to rub it in small, intent circles in time with the thrusts into her butt, taking her own breath away momentarily as it all got too much for her to handle.
“Yes! Oui! Putain! Yeah!” Pierre sensed her increasing urgency, knowing exactly what it meant. He roared and sweat ran down his face as he exerted himself, giving it his all to give Jessica Alba an anal orgasm. Leaning forward, he grabbed her hair with both hands and brutally yanked her head back, forcing her back into a vicious arch that forced her to push her ass out as he all but destroyed her tender orifice.
“Fu-huuuck…” Jessica gave a throaty gasp, not managing to get enough air into her lungs to scream anymore. Her face was beet red now as she lost herself in her pleasure. She was being used like a whore and she acted like one, breaking her marriage vows in the most despicable ways, yet at that moment, it seemed very much worth it. All her values, her pride and her responsibilities were momentarily forgotten as her eyes began to roll into the back of her head and her body seized up.
“Arrgh!” she gasped for breath as she felt like she was having a seizure, loosing control of her motor functions.
“Fuuuck!” she cursed as a shudder ran through her, nerve endings throughout her slim body firing uncontrollably.
“Nnnngh!” she whimpered, feeling her snug sphincter constrict, grabbing the big cock tightly and locking it in place, milking it for its load.
Pierre groaned as he experienced Jessica’s climax. With Jessica’s ring muscle squeezing him tight, balls-deep up her rectum, he basked in the glory of the moment, letting her ride it out as he caught his breath. Shudders and shivers wrecked her frame below him and he held her tightly by her hair. She was having a serious orgasm and he was letting her have her moment as it crashed over her.
“Ooooh!” Jessica whined pathetically, surprised by a particularly strong wave shaking her body. Overwhelmed and all but delirious, she toppled over and crashed to her side with the Frenchman gently guiding her, remaining stuffed deep inside her asshole. She felt him grab her knee and spread her legs wide open, she gasped when he smacked her repeatedly in the pussy with his open palm, once more surprising her. The lewd, slapping noises rang loudly, yet it blended beautifully into the raw pleasure of the situation, making her body jolt with each impact.
“Yes!” she whispered, utterly spent and drained, yet loving every second. Eyes closed, she dropped her head to the cushions, feeling ready to pass out as the shudders slowly relented, leaving her well and truly exhausted. Weakly, she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her pussy, signaling that she had received all she could take for now.
“How was that, Jessica?!” Pierre asked with a devilish smile.
“Sooo good…” she beamed, giggling light-headedly after the most intense sexual experience she had had in years, if ever. All the tension and stress was gone, forgotten and she felt completely relaxed, her asshole still tightly wrapped around his fat cock.
Pierre chuckled, pleased by her elation. “Good!” he whispered. “My turn!”
Jessica mumbled in protest, but with her limbs feeling like jelly she didn’t resist at all as he once more rolled her onto her front, this time with her knees on the floor and her stomach and breasts pressed into the soft seat of the couch.
“Ow!” she gasped as Pierre once again grabbed her hair, feeling it much more now that the wild flood of hormones wasn’t overloading her symptoms any more.
“Shut up, bitch!” Pierre growled, then thrust into her ass, deep and hard, driving a grunt out of her. “Dirty slut!”
He began fucking her hard and fast and with Jessica stuck in position against the couch she could do little more than simply take it, moaning and crying as he verbally humiliated her. Switching back and forth between French and English, insults rained down on her and while Jessica usually would have objected to being spoken to like this, it seemed very fitting for the man fucking her up the ass to call her a slut, too. She was a slut right now. His slut!
“Pute! Salope! Dirty cunt!” Pierre bellowed, smacking her ass hard with his palm, making her cry sharply, “Of course you like it in the ass! In that tight, little asshole! Like a bitch! You’re a huge whore, aren’t you, bitch?!”
Yelping at the intense sensation, her body far more sensitive than before, Jessica had never felt more objectified than at this moment. “Yes!” she cried, desperate to please now as he pounded her again, “I love it!”
Roaring, Pierre grabbed her by the hips and began pounding her at full speed, turning the actress into a screaming mess. Pulling her back onto his cock, he fucked her harder than ever almost giving the helpless beauty whiplash as she was used as little more than a tool to get off. It was quite the demeaning sight, with the beautiful Latin woman ragdolled by the older, stoutly-built man, fucking her ass with reckless abandon as she wailed her lungs out.
“Sale pute!” Pierre cursed, finally feeling the actress’ asshole becoming too much for him. With a sudden urgency, he pulled his cock from her raw, red-rimmed asshole and pushed her down to the floor. Jessica winced, utterly disoriented as her sphincter suddenly clenched around nothing, but before she even knew what was happening a hand brutally grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted her head around. She gasped with the pain from her scalp, but before she could get any protest out, Pierre shoved his cock between her lips. She gagged with shock and revulsion, but the Frenchman simply grabbed her head with both hands and forcefully plunged into her mouth, past her gag reflex to force his way into her throat.
“Fuuuuuck!” Pierre grunted with elation as the shocked woman tried pushing him off with no success, retching violently. “You dumb fucking bitch!”
Jessica had never done ass-to-mouth and she had never swallowed cum, always being disgusted by the mere idea, yet now she got two firsts in the matter of seconds. Pierre’s bitter-tasting cock forced its way down past her tonsils and into her esophagus, giving her two hard, urgent thrusts before he exploded, shooting thick, gelatinous jizz straight down her throat. She winced, gagging miserably, but his hands were like vices, keeping her in place as he used her like a literal cum dumpster, pumping his load down her gullet. She flinched with each shot of cum, feeling it hot and slimy in her throat in an utterly despicable sensation.
“Merde, putain…” Pierre gasped, shoving his cock deeper into Jessica’s mouth with each spurt of semen.
Moaning, she glared up at him, which had the opposite to the desired effect as he seemed to appreciate the eye contact, forcing himself that much deeper which caused her to violently retch as her dainty nose was squished against his stomach. She heaved and gagged until suddenly, a squirt of cum got into the wrong passage. She spluttered and bucked as thick, gelatinous sperm shot from her nostrils, making even more of a mess of her.
“Sexy fucking bitch…” The Frenchman finally gasped when he let her go, giving her a rather rough shove. Breathless, Jessica fell back against the couch, wheezing and gasping for air. She still hadn’t fully comprehended what had just happened, but felt more than a little dirty as Pierre collapsed on the armchair behind him.
“Merde!” he panted, feeling his heart beat a mile a minute. Looking up, he couldn’t help but smirk as he saw the gorgeous actress sit on the floor at the foot of the couch, looking more than a little disheveled. Her hair was a mess, standing in bunches away from her head where he had grabbed it, with errant strands plastered all over her forehead and face. Her smoky, elegant eyeshadow, which she had so meticulously applied for him, was ruined: Smudged into dark circles around her eyes with dusky tear-trails running down her cheeks while a gooey dollop of cum-snot hung from the tip of her nose. Added to that the white hooker boots and the smoothly shaven cunt and Jessica Alba looked more like a cheap porn star than a glamorous actress right now.
“Fucking cum-rag…” he muttered as he pushed himself back up to his feet. Knees feeling a bit shaky, he had to take a moment to gather himself and overcome a rush of light-headedness before he began walking across the room to where he had left his clothes in a neatly folded stack. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. Uncapping it, he let a few small pills of different shapes and colors drop into his hand and quickly put them in his mouth. It was an assortment of a couple different enhancers, most of them hard to come by. He immediately felt his tiredness subside and his strength return, his heart-rate slowing to normal. He straightened, a wide grin spreading across his face as he felt more energy, ready to go again as his cock stiffened again. The small, blue pill in the mix did its job, leaving the middle-aged man rejuvenated for another few rounds.
Glancing over, he realized that the actress had watched him “re-erect” himself and had a look of both amazement and horror on her face. She looked ready to drop, like a boxer in the twelfth round of a loosing fight. He had just utterly wrecked her, dominated her, sodomized her and force-fed her his cum, yet she now realized her night was far from over.
“Let’s go again, bitch!” His tone was entirely different now, far less jovial and more commanding. He was in charge and they both knew it as he confidently strode towards where Jessica still sat on the floor.
“Pierre…” she began, but didn’t get much further when her brunette hair was grabbed tightly and she was pulled upright. She winced as he grasped his cock around the base and firmly smacked her across the face with it, repeatedly, yet she did nothing to stop him, only squinted against the demeaning treatment.
“Open your slut mouth!”
She swallowed, her throat feeling raw from when he had forced her to swallow his cum, but obeyed without protest. Opening her mouth wide, she even stuck her tongue out in the way she had seen the women in porn movies do, figuring that it was what he wanted. Albeit humiliating, she realized that the idea turned her on still. He had made her his slut, was now fully in charge until he said they were done. It was exciting…
Pierre acknowledged her whorish display with a chuckle, registering her silent consent to their dynamic. He rewarded her by wiping the length of his cock across the flat of her tongue a few times, then tapping the spongy head against it. She gagged and flinched a little, but obediently remained in position as he mistreated her.
“Little cheater slut!” he hissed, “What would your husband say…”
The mention of her family had the desired effect in rousing her and she opened her eyes to glare at him, yet when she wanted to speak he used that exact moment to plunge his cock into her mouth.
“Grrrrrrkh!” Jessica retched violently as he once again took her by surprise and pressed the tip of his dick against the entrance of her throat. Her body bucked violently and she reached for his hips, yet she stopped herself from actually pushing him off as Pierre began facefucking her.
“Oui! Fucking Hollywood cunt! Salope!” Pierre hissed, as he thrust into her mouth, utterly overwhelming her and triggering her gag reflex every time. She wasn’t a porn star, wasn’t used to this kind of treatment and it showed as she coughed and spluttered, utterly overwhelmed by the onslaught. Thick, syrupy saliva began to leak from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin to messily splatter on her breasts and the floor and while she didn’t push him away, her neatly manicured fingernails dug into his fleshy hips. “Fucking let me in, you dumb bitch!”
”Grrrkh! Grrrkh! Grrrkh!” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to relax her throat and allow his cock to slide inside, the problem was far more that her body didn’t comply. While Pierre had been extraordinarily careful and gentle when going for her ass, her throat seemed to receive no such consideration as Jessica felt like a ragdoll, being yanked back and forth by her hair while being forced to choke on the Frenchman’s girthy cock. Tears, snot and saliva ran from her orifices, making an absolute mess of the gorgeous woman, who hardly understood what was happening. Suddenly, Pierre’s cock was pulled from her mouth and as she gasped for air, she suddenly received two loud, stinging open-palm slaps across her face, making her head fly. She cried out in shock, but before she knew it that thick slab of man-meat was crammed back between her jaws, battering the entrance to her throat.
“Grosse pute! Allez!” Pierre shouted at her, only increasing the stress she now experienced, feeling more than a little stupid right now. Things had changed a lot over the last hour. He had started by listening to her problems, massaging her sore shoulders and eating her pussy, charming and seducing her. Now that she had given in, her defenses lowered, she was getting fucked in the ass, called a bitch and a slut and slapped around for not complying fast enough. He had tricked her, was taking advantage of her, there was little doubt about that. Yet at this point, she felt like there was nothing to do but ride it out. She had been duped and her petite holes were now paying the price.
She retched when Pierre stopped his onslaught, but instead he now pressed the tip of his cock against the entrance to her throat, demanding entry. She bucked, but his grip on the back of her head was too strong and he held her in place, making her gag.
“Stick your tongue out, bitch! All the way out!”
The command felt cruel, her gaping mouth already stuffed completely full and Jessica didn’t believe she could comply, but she tried nonetheless. To her own surprise, she managed to push forward, feeling him shudder as the wet, spongy flat of her appendage slid along the underside of his sensitive cock. She forced it past her teeth, gagging and grimacing as she finally managed to poke the very tip of her tongue out past her lips. She gave a muffled moan, signaling her success and as she did, she understood why he had made her do it. Pushing her tongue out had changed the opening to her pharynx a bit, creating a little more space. The actress retched violently as Pierre pushed into that space, pressing ahead, but was easily held in position.
Just as she hoped for a moment of reprieve, thinking he had filled the newly-created room and was going to give her a break, she was caught completely off guard when Pierre suddenly slapped the back of her head hard. She would have cried out, but the smack forced her head forward, which in turn drove his cock into her throat. Her tired, overworked muscles finally relented, giving way to allow the triumphant Frenchman to slide himself into her gullet. She could hear him groan with pleasure as he was engulfed by the liquid heat of her warm, wet throat.
“Aaaah! Oui, bitch! Suck my dick, you dumb cunt!” Pierre tossed his head back, eyes closed in bliss as he basked in the glory of the moment. He absolutely loved getting his dick sucked by a pretty woman. On one side, it felt fantastic of course, to have a silky, hot mouth wrapped around his dick, pleasuring him, but it was made even better by what the act signified. It was domination, her working to please him while getting nothing in return. Good-looking women often were worshipped these days, were pampered and got their way and this certainly applied to Jessica, who had made millions in several industries, using her assets to her advantage.
Well, he was using her assets now, and he loved it. Having the stunning actress kneel on the floor in front of him, wearing nothing but those incredibly slutty boots as he got her face used like some disposable sextoy… it was a thrill. She would certainly remember this for the rest of her life, how she had been absolutely dominated, her dignity taken away as she broke her marriage vows. Every demeaning act he put her through made her comeuppance sweeter and the fact that she was a willing participant was the cherry on top.
Jessica quickly figured out the best way to get facefucked. Doing her best to relax and give Pierre full control over her, she managed to focus on calming down and regulating her breathing. Her retching lessened as the Latina managed to find her inner peace, just letting things happen. She concentrated on the thick, meaty cock sliding in and out of her throat, managed to breathe in little bursts when he pulled out and she couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride as she allowed herself to become a warm, pliant hole for him. Letting go of his hips, she slowly put her arms behind her back and crossed her wrists, further giving up control to the dominant Frenchman. She was his good little slut. She’d do what he wanted.
Pierre felt Jessica’s submission. He was a little surprised, from what he had heard, she was almost as stubborn and driven as she was beautiful. He had half-expected protests, a power struggle. Instead, the actress peered up at him with huge, dark eyes, sucking his cock dutifully as his balls smacked against her chin with every thrust. He gave her a snide grin. If she was such a good, little bitch, he was happy to push the limit further…
“Gaaaah!” Jessica heaved when Pierre suddenly pulled her off his cock by her hair. Her lungs burned, her throat ached, her vision was blurry from gag-tears and slight asphyxiation, but as Pierre roughly used her hair to angle her face upwards she hardly missed a beat. Squinting, she opened her mouth wide and lolled out her tongue to give a whorish display as he began smacking her cheeks, tongue and nose with his spit-slick member.
Amazed by her brazen show, Pierre took complete advantage and proceeded to slap his meat all over her features, leaving shiny slime trails on her flushed caramel skin. Once he grew tired of turkey-slapping her, the bald Frenchman stepped forward to dunk his hairy ballsack into the dickdrunk woman’s mouth. He groaned with pleasure as her famous, soft lips sealed around his testicles and she gently sucked them. Her tongue lashed at his nuts as she worshipped them alternately as the woman seemed to have momentarily abandoned all shame.
“Fuuuck yeah, putain!” Pierre moaned; his eyes closed in bliss as he basked in the feeling of having an a-list celebrity eagerly suck his balls. Her oral cavity was amazingly warm and wet, and when she gave a mumbling purr, the vibrations travelled along the stem of his cock, tingling his spine. He pulled his balls away, letting them pop free from her lips with a smacking ‘pop’ before shoving them right back inside and repeating the process several times as Jessica happily indulged him.
“You’re fucking pathetic…” he chuckled, loving how the woman that refused to do nudity had turned into a happy, little ballsucker. To drive his contempt home, he pulled his spit-soaked scrotum from her mouth and proceeded to drag it all over her features. Jessica cringed, her nose crinkling adorably, but she giggled and let it happen as the older man’s fleshy testicles were rubbed up and down over her face, smearing the remnants of her makeup completely into dark smudges.
Pierre continued to amuse himself by debasing her like this for a while, amazed by what the formerly classy woman took with a smile. It seemed that the exhaustion, endorphins, alcohol and drugs had finally caused something to snap inside her as she had turned into a complete slut.
Looking around, he spotted the almost empty bottle of Tequila within arm’s reach and grabbed it.
“Open!”
Jessica complied without hesitation, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out in expectation of a drink, but when she closed her eyes, Pierre instead leaned forward and sent a fat gob of spit right into her waiting mouth.
Her entire body shuddered with repulsed humiliation, realizing what he had done, but instead of following her instincts and spitting it out, she remained in place and simply glared up at him with huge, bloodshot eyes.
“Good bitch!” Pierre complimented her disdainfully, treating the coveted beauty as if she was a lap dog that he was teaching tricks. “Swallow!”
The Latina had to battle herself for a moment, overcoming her disgust. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and gulped the revolting phlegm down, her throat rolling multiple times before she finally opened her mouth wide again, showing that it was all gone.
Her reward was Tequila. Pierre placed the tip of his cock against her velvety-soft lower lip, then proceeded to pour the spirit onto his shaft, allowing it to dribble into Jessica’s waiting mouth. Taken aback, the actress coughed as the liquid burned in her throat, spluttering as it ran messily down her chin. However, she quickly recovered and did her best to gulp down as much as she could manage as Pierre emptied the final bits of the expensive booze down her throat.
Tossing the spent bottle onto the couch, Pierre once again grabbed her by her hair with both hands and began to facefuck her in earnest. Plunging his cock straight down that elegant throat, he caused the actress to retch miserably, but didn’t restrain himself at all. He wrapped her silken tresses around his fingers to get an even tighter hold of her head and mercilessly fucked the actress’ mouth as she bucked and gagged.
“Oui, Jessica! Give me that fucking mouth!” he hissed at the dazed actress. Clenching his jaw, he snarled wildly as he used all the energy and force he could muster. He only had one goal in mind. “I am going to paint your slut face, putain!”
The words hardly registered in Jessica’s brain as the onslaught was too much. Never in her life had she thought that it would even be possible to be so utterly used. She couldn’t breathe at all any more, Pierre’s thick, fleshy tube stuffing her airways completely, dragging syrupy saliva up from the depth of her throat that exploded from her mouth and nostrils as she gagged. She squinted against the abuse, but soon the pure intensity of the situation caused her eyes to roll back as asphyxiation began to set in. Her wrists remained neatly crossed behind her back as if she had forgotten that she could actually defend herself, but at this moment that thought never crossed her mind. Right now, all Jessica Alba was, was a warm, wet hole for Pierre Gane to fuck.
When Pierre’s intent to give her a facial finally settled in Jessica’s impaired brain, she didn’t protest either. While in any other situation, a man spraying his sticky cum all over her face would have seemed repugnantly misogynistic, it seemed perfectly fitting right now. She was nothing more than his fucktoy, his cum dumpster, it only made sense to let him jizz across her face. As she felt his grunts get louder, listened to the insulting names he called her, the famous beauty did nothing to stop what she knew was imminent.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK! AAARRRRGH!” Getting carried away, the bald Frenchman roared as he finally lost his composure. His legs began to tremble and he thrust himself one last time balls-deep into the Latina’s mouth, then pulled out. Jessica heaved and spluttered, thick, slimy spit splattering on her breasts as Pierre untangled one hand from her hair and began stroking his cock furiously, aiming at her panting face.
“Salope stupide!” he groaned as he exploded, shooting a thick rope of cum across the bridge of Jessica’s dainty nose. The actress recoiled instinctively, but his other hand was still entangled in her hair and he inexorably held her in place as his cum target. “Tongue out, you brainless bimbo bitch!”
Jessica didn’t miss a single beat obeying to the harsh order, pushing her tongue out to the point it almost looked like she was trying to lick her own chin. Acknowledging the gorgeous woman’s undignified display with a strained grunt, Pierre aimed his next shot across the flat of her spongy, pink tongue, covering her tastebuds with his jizz, satisfied that it still made her gag. Adjusting his target, his next two spurts plastered themselves across her left cheek all the way into her hairline, gluing her left eye shut in the process. He groaned with bliss as the next few, weaker spurts hit the actress’ chin, nose and forehead, the white cum contrasting beautifully with the flushed caramel skin. Stroking his cock to get the last remains of his load out, he proceeded to swipe the spongy head across Jessica’s right eyelid, deliberately pasting it shut and leaving the actress blind. Spent, he then let go of his cock and leaned down, tilting Jessica’s face upwards by his grip on her hair before letting a large gob of spit messily drop onto her forehead for a final humiliation, loving the whimper the demeaning act drew.
“Fuuuuck!” he muttered, feeling lightheaded as he straightened. His knees were worryingly weak after his third consecutive orgasm. He took a moment, trying to slow down his breath and heartbeat, admiring his handiwork. Jessica looked like she had been the center of a rather rowdy gangbang. Sitting on her heels, she knelt on the floor naked. Her pretty, freshly-shaven pussy visible between her knees, her slim, girly stomach and firm breasts were splattered in glistening, quickly-congealing saliva that had dripped from her chin. The further up he looked, the worse the situation became until there literally wasn’t a square millimeter of skin on her face that wasn’t coated in a drying mixture of her spit, snot, tears, make-up as well as his white cum and the thick drop of his spit that now oozed down her brow. Her hair, silky and luxurious when he had first met her earlier in the evening, was now a complete mess, matted by sweat, jizz and spit and stuck out in tufts where he had grabbed and pulled on it. Panting to catch her breath while keeping her eyes closed to avoid getting blinded by his alkaline cum, she bore little resemblance to the gorgeous, world-renowned actress and looked much more like a pornstar. A complete cum dumpster.
“Stay!”
Jessica felt a shiver as he sharply commanded her like a dog, but she didn’t have it in herself to put a stop to this. It almost felt like she was under some sort of spell. He was in charge of her and she couldn’t help but obey and kneel on the floor, completely blind while listening to his footsteps walking across the room, then returning to her. She almost hoped he would get her a towel or something to wipe her face with, but those hopes were quickly dashed when she heard the clicking of the camera. He was taking pictures of her!
She felt a shiver when she thought about these photos leaking to the public. These weren’t your regular celebrity nudes of her playfully pulling down her top to show her tits or posing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, these were hardcore pictures, showing her naked and absolutely wrecked in the aftermath of a rough pounding. If these pictures were to be published, her life would be in tatters, she would never live this down.
“Smile, you dumb bimbo cunt!”
She swallowed hard, feeling a rush of humiliation at the situation she had maneuvered herself into. He was completely in control now, she was well and truly at his mercy. For a moment she wanted to tell him that he couldn’t show these pictures to anyone, but at the same moment she knew it would be wasted words. What she did instead, was obey.
“Magnifique!” Pierre muttered as beneath the glaze of all sorts of bodily fluids and make-up, that gorgeous, sparkling smile appeared. Seeing a smile she had flashed countless smiles on red carpets all over the world shine out from beneath the congealing layer of cum was something special and he proceeded to snap away.
“Open your eyes!” he ordered and when he sensed her hesitation, he added, “You can use your fingers to wipe the cum away first!”
It still stung when Jessica’s beautiful, brown eyes opened after rubbing the jizz from her lids, her long lashes encrusted in drying semen, but she valiantly fought the urge to blink and stared up at the lens of the camera as he took his pictures. He had her cup and lift her tits for the camera, made her stick out her tongue once again and even made her squint in an adaption of a ridiculous ahegao-face.
“Good!” he finally smugly nodded after Jessica had given up the last shreds of her dignity. “I think it’s time we get that mess off you. Let’s hit the shower!”
Jessica smiled. A hot shower actually sounded nice right now, right before she could fall into bed and catch the final bit of sleep that she could get. However, as she moved to stand, the bald, older man grabbed her by the hair, wrapping the silky strands tightly around his knuckles. She let out a painful gasp, flinching as he began leading her through the room, but she had no choice but to follow as he unceremoniously dragged her to the bathroom.
Here, he had Jessica take off her boots before he had her get into the large glass shower. He had her clean herself up by his command as he stood back, directing her like she was acting in a movie. As the traces of their nasty sessions washed away to reveal her stunning, make-up-free beauty, he once again had her pose for his camera. Making her press her breasts against the glass shower wall, he took a few pictures of her flattened tits before encouraging her to take the shower head off the wall and press it against her pussy. Made to play with herself, Jessica whined and moaned at the intense stimulation, loosing herself in the pleasure until she finally succumbed to another orgasm in front of his camera. The big, endorphin-induced grin was still on her face as he made her turn around and bend over until she was essentially folded in half, staring back at the camera from between her knees while presenting her butt. To top things off, the Frenchman then had her reach back with both hands and pull her ass-cheeks wide apart, stretching and presenting her formerly virgin asshole to the merciless eye of the camera while smiling like an idiot, leaving no doubt to her identity.
After getting plenty of photographic evidence of the actress’ descent into depravity that left no doubt that the action was entirely consensual, Pierre put the camera down and joined the MILF in the shower. Keeping her in her doubled-over stance, he simply pushed her towards the tiled wall before thrusting his cock into her pussy. She had nowhere to go and was stuck in the helpless, uncomfortable position as the stout, older man had his way with her, fucking her hard and mercilessly. She came, humiliatingly, as he once again pushed his thick thumb up her ass, almost losing consciousness as the blood rushed to her head in the demanding stance.
She couldn’t have said how they ended up back in the bedroom, but soon she found herself pressed face-first against the cold window of the balcony door, cheek mashed against the glass as Pierre fucked her asshole. As snowflakes danced through the night, inches away from her, Jessica experienced the second anal orgasm of her life, losing her footing in the process and crashing to her knees. To her utter horror, the Frenchman declared that her faux pas demanded a punishment and pulled the balcony door open. She squealed as she was dragged out into the cold. Icy flakes melted on her skin, giving an intense contrast to her overheated body as Pierre bent her over the railing of the balcony, grabbed her hair, still wet from the shower and made her third anal orgasm very public. She couldn’t help but wail into the night, hoping that the wind would drown her out sufficiently as Pierre reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy, forcing her to cum.
Staggering on unsteady legs as she was dragged back inside, she couldn’t help but feel admiration at the man’s apparently superhuman stamina. She guessed that it must have had something to do with the handful of pills he had taken, which boosted his endurance in more sense than one, but nonetheless it was impressive. She was keeping herself quite fit with her workout regimen and was about fifteen years his junior, yet she was ready to pass out at this point while he showed no signs of slowing down. Not only that, but he appeared determined to dominate her in every single position, giving her absolutely no space to catch a breather. Once again, she found herself on her back on the floor, her knees pressed against her chest as her heels rested on Pierre’s shoulders as he absolutely pounded her in a mating press position. Her voice was hoarse from screaming at this point, her pussy sore and her battery running on its last legs, but the Frenchman’s cock still hammered her intensely, his thick, heavy balls slapping against her asshole with every thrust.
When he had had enough of that, Jessica let out a tired gasp as he pulled his cock from her well-used pussy, then squealed as he grabbed her hips and pushed them up, manhandling her wordlessly into a piledriver position. It didn’t matter that her vocal cords were sore, as Jessica got her poor, petite asshole mercilessly punished, her squeals rang loudly through the bedroom.
Making matters worse, she caught sight of her own reflection in the large, floor-length mirror. Jessica had always been appalled when she found people looked at her as a mere sex symbol, finding it demeaning to be reduced to her looks when she worked harder than so many others. Yet, now she watched herself getting absolutely fucked by an old, hairy, rather unattractive man, the ring of her sphincter visibly clutching his stem as he plundered her and she couldn’t help but feel they were right. All this had happened because she had tried to hire him. Now he was fucking her in the ass, slapping her around, humiliating her. Maybe she truly was as much of a slut as those internet trolls suggested.
Pierre watched as the Latina spent the last of her energy squealing out her pleasure before another, minor climax in combination with the headrush of the inverted position and the exhaustion finally robbed her of her consciousness. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, only tiny slivers of her irises remaining visible as her screams finally ceased and the actress passed out. He stopped fucking her, but instead of trying to wake her he carefully stepped back. Amazed, he realized that the unconscious woman remained perfectly in place in her demeaning piledriver position, her ass the highest point of her body with all her weight resting on her shoulders, the back of her head and her toes. He made sure to get several pictures, including close-ups of her slightly gaping asshole before he resumed fucking her. After a minute of hardcore action, she awoke and began screaming again, apparently none the wiser about her brief blackout.
Things turned into a blur for the exhausted actress from here on out. Pierre seemed insatiable, utilizing a resolve that seemed almost unnatural as he fucked her, going back and forth across the rooms. She moaned and screamed, mind molten by pleasure and fatigue as he used all her holes. Her entire body felt sore, wrecked by pleasure as her orgasms began to transform from epic moments of relief to a constant, simmering tremble. She had passed the amount she could take a while ago, yet he kept pushing her, seemingly intent on fucking the last of her brains out.
-
As Jack Hermansson exited the elevator, the middle-aged driver couldn’t help but feel a pang of nervousness in the pit of his stomach. They were running late! He had not expected this, the Latina had made such a put together impression on him when he had met her yesterday. She seemed like a professional, taking herself and her work very seriously. A little stressed and not extrovertly bubbly, but polite and composed, she had been pleasant and easy enough to deal with. On top of that, she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
After dropping her off at the hotel and heading back to his own apartment, he hadn’t been able to get those dark eyes and soft, naturally pouty lips out of his head. Getting onto his laptop, he had gone down the rabbit hole, hoping to find an explicit sex scene or some full-frontal nudity from one of her movies. He was both unsurprised and disappointed when his search results came back rather sparse. A few see-through pics and nipple slips from the paparazzi when she had been caught off-guard, as well as a couple of leaked pics that were frustratingly tame. Ultimately, he ended up staring at a picture of his client in a bikini, tan body on full display. Excitingly it seemed that despite her reserved demeanor, she sported a slutty little trampstamp above her ass, making his fantasy go wild.
Ultimately, he had blown his load, mind filled with images that had made him feel a bit embarrassed when he had sat in his car, waiting for her. Yet, to his utter surprise, she hadn’t shown up. He had tried calling her on the number that had been attached to his assignment, but her phone had gone straight to mailbox. After another ten minutes of waiting, he had decided to go up to her room.
Now, as he approached the door, he wasn’t quite sure about his decision. His orders were to wait in the car, some clients regarded the driver showing up at their hotel room unannounced as a breaking of etiquette, despite his best intentions. Yet, if the actress wanted to catch her plane, she’d need to come soon.
As he reached the door, he pressed the buzzer, urgently. At that moment it occurred to him that while he had taken the elevator up, Mrs. Alba could have taken the stairs down and they could have missed each other. If she arrived downstairs, already running late, and he wasn’t there, it would spell trouble for him. It was a silly thought, there was no reason for her to take the stairs, but enough to unsettle the nervous driver for the couple of seconds before he heard noise from the other side of the door.
Urgent footsteps, bare feet padding across the room’s wooden floor, then the door opened a couple of inches.
“Yes?!” The Latina’s voice wasn’t angry or indignant, but much rather confused and a bit… bewildered.
For a moment, Jack was speechless. When he had met her yesterday, the woman had been absolutely breathtaking as they chased from appointment to appointment. Dressed in a chic but professional way, hair and make-up done to perfection she had looked every bit the global superstar/entrepreneur that she had been advertised as.
Now, she looked like a different person. Her hair was a mess, sticking in all directions from her head with loose strands hanging into her face. She didn’t wear any make-up at all, yet all that did was to bring out her natural beauty. He found her even more stunning with puffy, slightly red eyes and absolutely no foundation and the look she gave him drove him wild. Instead of her cool, friendly conduct from yesterday, she looked up at him with those beautiful, big eyes, almost like he had been caught red-handed doing something wrong. With the way she was hiding her body behind the door, it was obvious she wasn’t ready. For a moment his mind flitted to the possibility that the beauty was naked on the other side of this door and he felt his cock twitch inside his pants, before he quickly checked himself.
“Uhm, Mrs. Alba, I am afraid we are running late!” he explained, drowning in those dark, stunning eyes.
“What? No way!” her confusion seemed to only grow and she turned her head to check the clock inside her room. “FUCK!”
“No need to panic, Ma’am!” Jack immediately calmed her, “We won’t be able to make your breakfast appointment, but we’ll still be able to make your flight. I can call at the restaurant and tell them to excuse you.”
“Fuck…” the distraught actress closed her eyes, seemingly taking a small moment to collect herself and think. “Fuck! Alright, thank you, sir! I am so sorry; my battery must have died and my alarm didn’t go off…”
“It’s alright!” Jack smiled, endeared by her very human reaction, “We’ll be fine, ma’am, just get ready. Should I take your suitcase down with me?”
“Huh?! Uhm… yes, thank you!” her eyes flitted across the room where he assumed her luggage stood, “Just give me a moment, I need to grab a few clothes from in there.”
“No problem!” He nodded and the disheveled-but-stunning head disappeared into the room.
Jack didn’t move. A consummate professional himself, he wouldn’t dare to do anything salacious to act on his client’s vulnerability. The hotel room’s door, however, lacked his sense of honor. Whether it was due to an imperceptible draft of air or an imperfection in the hinges, Jack’s eyes widened as the wooden door slowly swung open and revealed the inner parts of the hotel room.
Jessica didn’t notice a thing. Her exhausted mind, riddled by newly-welled up stress and the task of picking out a set of clothes from her suitcase as quickly as possible, was too preoccupied to realize that behind her, the door revealed her fully to the dutiful driver.
Despite his best intentions, Jack couldn’t help but stare, his jaw going slack when he saw that the actress was indeed stark naked and he got a perfect view of her immaculate backside. He had admired it on the screen of his laptop yesterday, wrapped in a small pair of bikini bottoms that had clung to those beautifully sculpted caramel buttocks as she lounged on some exotic beach. Now, he got the same view, sans the bottoms. With the unaware Latina bent over at the waist, her legs kept straight and her feet about shoulder-width apart for balance as she rummaged through her suitcase, facing away from him, she couldn’t have given him a better show if she had tried. Those delightfully thick, well-rounded glutes jiggled enticingly as she moved frantically to dig out an outfit, almost begging to be squeezed. Her skin was immaculate, smooth and creamy, with the faintest set of tan lines running across where her bikini usually ended. Only the small blue bow trampstamp he had discovered on the internet yesterday marked her perfect booty and added a decidedly slutty note.
Due to her stance, the actress’ pussy bulged sweetly between her thighs, as if she were offering to be fucked. Jack delighted in knowing that the plump mound was completely shaven and smooth, as if this wet dream of a woman couldn’t stand for a single imperfection. The petite, womanly slit was neatly framed by the curve of her adductor muscles, promising a delectable, silky warmth.
To top things off, her bent-over posture caused her gorgeous cheeks to splay and with the room’s light incidentally putting a spotlight on her butt, Jack was offered an impeccable view of Jessica’s asshole. He felt a bit light-headed by the privilege, knowing that not only was this woman a globally renowned beauty, having sat on top of a multitude of “Sexiest Woman Alive”-lists over the years, but she was also rather conservative with regard to showing off her body. Legions of fans had to be satisfied with a few sparse slip-ups that showed maybe a blurry view of her nipples while he now got a good, long look at her most intimate of places, accidentally seeing her in a way she would never present herself to the world in a million years. It was the world’s loss really, as every last inch of her proved perfect. A nice, tight hole, the puckered iris a hue darker than the surrounding skin it winked shyly as he not only got a brief glance, but he had all the time in the world to sear the view into his memory and enjoy the show.
He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t look and doing so was violating his client’s privacy in the worst way, but on the other hand he simply couldn’t move, almost hypnotized by the stunning sight.
He couldn’t even break out of his trance when the actress finally pulled her clothes out of the suitcase and deftly zipped her luggage back up. Outfit in hand she straightened, grabbed her suitcase, turned back to the door and froze on the spot. He could see her pale a little, eyes wide as saucers as she found herself face to face with him and they stared at each other, both equally speechless. She was so shocked that she didn’t even remember to cover up, arms by her sides as she gave him a full-frontal view in all her glory.
Knowing he should look away, his eyes betrayed him once more, drifting down to take in the woman’s fit, trim abs, her cute, girly bellybutton, bald cunt and her bare tits. They were a bit bigger than in most of the pictures he had looked at yesterday, unquestionably growing with motherhood, but still sat soft and firm on her chest, capped by pretty, pink nipples that stood cutely on top of small areolas. Wide-eyed he took the sight in as the two stood frozen in place.
They were freed from their trance by loud laughter, coming from the bed. Confused, Jack looked over and got another surprise when he saw a middle-aged man lying naked on the bed behind Jessica, looking at them with amusement written all over his face. He was balding, with a stout, hairy figure that wasn’t anything Jack would have considered attractive, yet their state of dress left little to doubt. This older, unappealing man had spent the night fucking this absolutely gorgeous, charming Latina woman, well enough so she had missed her alarm.
“Wow…” was all Jack could say.
Finally, Jessica broke free from her stupor and rushed forward towards him, her soft tits bouncing wildly. She tossed her suitcase at Jack, before slamming the door shut in front of the stunned driver’s nose.
“I’ll be down in the moment!” she shouted from the other side.
“I… I’ll wait downstairs…” Jack muttered, completely stunned by what had just happened. His mind still focused on the actress’ exquisite fuckholes, he picked her luggage up from the floor and slowly returned to the elevator, mentally thanking any higher power for the view he had just enjoyed.
-
“Oh… my… God!” Jessica muttered, leaning her forehead against the cool wood of the hotel room door, closing her eyes in dizzying humiliation. She couldn’t recall ever feeling so ashamed and hearing Pierre’s gleeful laugh as he approached her from behind only made things worse.
“Well, he’s certainly gonna be a fan for life…” he teased, stepping behind her, putting his hands onto her hips.
“I need to hurry…” she weakly complained, but he easily overcame her token resistance when he pulled her hips back, making her arch her spine to push his butt out towards him. She lacked the energy to stand up to the insatiable Frenchman. He had taken nearly no breaks, had been going for hours now and had sapped all the fight from her.
“One more for the road, my dumb, little cheater slut!” he hissed, satisfied when instead of stopping him, the exhausted actress simply shimmied her feet a little further apart and stuck her butt out in silent consent. He really had successfully conquered her.
Sliding one hand along the front of her body to grab her by the throat, he slowly pushed his finger tips into her arteries to reduce the bloodflow to her brain while his other hand directed the tip of his cock up against the puckered hole. She whimpered, but didn’t flinch as he pressed forward, stretching her sphincter around his cock once more, then forced its way deeper.
Jessica sobbed weakly, her eyes fluttering as her hypersensitive nerve endings fired. Hours of relentless anal pounding had left her hole pliant, allowing him now to thrust balls-deep in one, smooth motion and returning to assfucking the beautiful actress like he had done before they had been interrupted by the knock on the door. She knew that she needed to get going, that she had responsibilities to take care of, but Pierre had her under his control, so instead she meekly bent over to allow him to use her as his personal cocksleeve. Dropping her clothes to the floor and bracing both hands against the door, she felt his thick, bell-shaped tip move deep inside her rectum in ways she still couldn’t believe felt actually really good.
WHAP!
A hard smack to her red ass made the exhausted Latina wince, but nonetheless she didn’t protest. The pressure of Pierre’s grip on her carotid arteries caused her to feel increasingly lightheaded, which was another unsettling new discovery that the night had brought for Jessica about herself: she enjoyed being choked. She could hardly think of something more humiliating than getting roughly assfucked, smacked around, verbally abused and choked by an older, white man, other than actually loving the process, but she was too tired to pretend she didn’t. It was easier to just let herself go with the flow and allowing her body to cum.
“Gotta get you back to your husband, huh, salope?!” Pierre cruelly teased as he pounded her butthole, loving the defeated whine she gave, “But we gotta make you cum first, don’t we?!”
Jessica’s throaty moans grew louder as he picked up his pace, her voice slightly distorted from his chokehold on her neck. She panted with each cheek-jiggling thrust up her tight hole, Pierre’s staccato-like rhythm making her almost hyperventilate at this point. Getting her ass fucked hard had proven enough to break her and if he intended to bring her to climax then she couldn’t object anymore. None of this had been remotely familiar, there was no tender, playful worshipping of her body, none of the gentle lovemaking she had been getting used to. Instead, she was getting slapped around, manhandled and choked. Her petite holes had been stretched and abused and Pierre had made it more than clear that his jovial demeanor had been nothing more than a thin façade to get into her pants. He had no respect for her as a person, only viewed her as a conquest, a piece of meat instead. Yet, the knowledge that she had been duped strangely didn’t offend Jessica at this moment. She was bent over, getting absolutely pounded by a man she had only met a few hours ago, her tender asshole stretched and distended around his shaft. If anything, he was right to treat her like a slut. She deserved this!
WHAP!
“You love it in the ass, don’t you?” Pierre hissed maliciously. “Say it, you dumb fucking cunt!”
“Y-yes! I love it… in my ass…” Jessica croaked, feeling ready to pass out.
“Pathetic bimbo!” he grunted. Clenching his jaw, he reached up for Jessica’s face with both hands and with the dominated actress completely submissive at this point he inserted two fingers from each hand into the corners of her mouth. Hooking them around, he pulled back to distort Jessica’s gorgeous face into a ridiculous grimace, a demeaning, teeth-baring snarl that completely twisted her stunning features. Never missing a beat fucking her poor backdoor, he gruffly pulled the Latina away from the door to turn her towards the room’s mirror. “Look at yourself, bitch!”
It wasn’t that she wanted to, but it seemed like exhaustion and pleasure had overridden any autonomy she had and Pierre’s growled order was enough to compel her to slowly open her eyes.
It was heart-breaking. Jessica had spent years of her life building herself up, standing by her principles. She had proven to herself and others that she wasn’t simply a “hot piece of ass”, but so much more. She took pride in the fact that she had never compromised her virtues to become a serious entrepreneur. She wasn’t just some barbie play-acting as a business-woman, she had worked hard for everything she had.
Now, the view Pierre forced her to take single-handedly changed her self-perception. She was utterly pathetic. Not only was she just another bimbo, she was a joke. All her hard work was for naught as people still viewed her like this. She wasn’t just a sex object, the woman that stared back at Jessica from the mirror’s reflection was nothing more than a pitiful cum dumpster. She had thought she was being taken seriously, but in fact she had been fooled all along, so now her asshole was getting pummeled and her face stretched into a grotesque parody.
She closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of herself, but even that small mercy wasn’t granted to her as Pierre placed his thumbs on her eyelids and pulled them back open, forcing her to keep looking as his punishing thrusts rocked her slender frame. Eyes and mouth distorted into an absurd grimace, Jessica’s moans turned into cries as she felt one more climax roll over her.
Her pupils rolled back into her head as she experienced the most shameful orgasm of her life. Her knees began to shake and with a guttural grunt the actress collapsed to the floor, sore muscles convulsing. Pierre followed her down. Letting go of her face, he instead grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her face down against the room’s floor, mashing her cheek against the polished wood. Jessica’s screams ceased, her vocal cords locked up and it almost looked like she was having a seizure as she trembled on the floor.
The Frenchman once again proved merciless as instead of backing up and letting her ride her orgasm out, he took full advantage of the actress’ face-down-ass-up position. Grabbing her by the hips, he increased the force of his thrusts by yanking her back towards him, fucking her harder than ever while Jessica staggered on the verge of consciousness.
“Stupid… cunt… cochonne…” he gasped, feeling his own inevitable climax arise as Jessica moaned with each unrelenting thrust into her ass. Eager to finish the debasement of the actress on a strong note, Pierre used his grip on her hips to steady himself. Burying his cock balls-deep inside her asshole, he shifted his weight a little and stepped on Jessica’s face. Putting weight on her, he mashed the starlet’s beautiful, flawless face into the floor, squishing her cheeks in the process as he began to pump his thick cock in and out of her tightly clenched rectum.
Jessica winced, still aware enough to feel humiliated by what was going on as the rough skin of the ball of his foot grinded into her cheek, pinning her head to the floor, yet she was too drained to do anything against it.
WHAP!
Another stinging spang jiggled her already flushed buttocks, her weak, girly squeal distorted by the foot squashing her face. “Dumb bitch!” Pierre hissed and continued to squat down on Jessica’s ass to stuff his cock up her hot, little asshole. He could feel his stamina running out, the actress’ tender butthole getting the better of him one final time as it clenched and squeezed around him. With each balls-deep thrust into her he could feel his resolve being reduced little by little, the complete debasement of Jessica Alba getting too much for him to take. His toes curled, painfully pinching the tender meat of her face as he gave her his all, savoring every pathetic yelp he could force out of the defeated actress.
“Fuuck! Sale… PUTE!” with one last thrust into her searing hot asshole, Pierre was suddenly overwhelmed. With an urgent gasp, the Frenchman pulled his cock out of Jessica’s ass, leaving her sphincter clenching around nothing and gaping in a most unbecoming way as he moved to squat beside Jessica’s face. The drained actress was too disoriented to fully process what was happening or to react in any way, so Pierre simply aimed his cock at her face as he came. Groaning and shuddering with the force of his release, he sent a thick, white lance of cum across Jessica’s cheek. Satisfied, he registered that she flinched, aware enough to realize that she was receiving another facial.
With her cheek still pressed to the floor, only half of the Latina’s face was available for him as a cum target, but the Frenchman took full advantage of that. Groaning and stroking his cock, he painted her flushed skin with a series of gooey streaks of white semen, making sure to plaster her eye shut with a couple of thick shots. Jessica recoiled with each new squirt of cum, eyes squeezed shut in disgust, but didn’t retreat fully as she allowed him to paint her face.
“Fucking… cunt…” Pierre growled, his voice shaky with the intensity of his release. As the ferocity of his orgasms finally subsided, he staggered back, falling heavily against the bed, “Merde!”
Catching his breath, he let himself finally feel the exhaustion that adrenaline and a cocktail of high-end designer drugs had pushed out of his mind. He was well past his prime, and all of a sudden felt it, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Nonetheless, as he admired the sight of the destroyed actress, he knew that it had been worth it.
Jessica was a heap, face-down-ass-up on the floor, robbed completely of her dignity and grace and turned into a complete cum dumpster. From where he sat, he had a perfect view of her flushed face. Eyes closed, nostrils flaring, her perfect, smooth skin was marked by streaks of white cum that stretched from her lips to her hairline. Her asshole, looking raw and well-fucked now, still gaped slightly after the abuse it had taken, though it gradually shrunk back to its original tightness. She would have trouble sitting still on her flight back to the states.
“Hey,” he called, kicking her foot lightly to get her attention, causing the spent woman to stir, “Get your ass into the bathroom, Jessica, you gotta get ready!”
Jessica whined in protest, unwilling to move another inch. She was done! Yet, she knew he was right, so she gathered the last remnants of her strength. Her arms felt shaky, ready to give away as she pushed herself up, but she stopped when Pierre’s commanding voice stopped her.
“Nope, stay down, chienne! Bitches crawl!”
She felt another pang of humiliation, looking back at the exhausted Frenchman with her one good eye, but then she complied without protest. Staying on her hands and knees, she turned towards the bathroom and began crawling as Pierre watched with satisfaction, enjoying the view of the actress from behind. Her bald mound bulged sweetly between her thighs and with every move her butt shifted from side to side, revealing appealing glimpses of her sore, well-fucked asshole.
“Fucking slut!” he grinned, loud enough for her to hear as she reached the bathroom where she finally dared to stand and close the door behind herself.
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The elevator dinged and the doors slid open smoothly. The corners of Jessica’s mouth tightened as she stepped into the cabin, feeling the throbbing soreness of her asshole with each step, reminding her of what she had just done. She pressed the button for the ground floor and turned towards the mirror.
She was freshly showered and scrubbed down, had taken her time cleaning herself and letting the hot water wash away a part of the tiredness. With the breakfast appointment missed, she now had enough time to not rush for once and she felt that even if she had wanted to, after countless orgasms, she doubted that she still possessed the ability to rush.
Her outfit wasn’t what she’d usually wear on the way to the airport. Instead of baggy, comfy clothes that made the ordeal of a trans-Atlantic trip a bit more bearable, the panic when her driver had knocked on the door had compelled her to just grab any set of clothes from her suitcase, so she now wore the things that she had gotten her hands on first.
The white tank top had always been a size too small. She liked to wear it beneath other clothes because it clung to her curves and accentuated the shape of her torso. Now that she wore it sans any jacket, that effect was on full display as the tight cotton stretched around her slender body in a rather saucy manner. She could see the outlines of her own subtle abs, could clearly make out her bellybutton beneath the fabric and all in all it was short enough to reveal a tantalizing sliver of caramel midriff below the hem. To top it off, while the garment didn’t provide enough support to stop her soft tits from jiggling obscenely with every step, it did one hell of a job in pushing her breasts together to show a deep, rather mouthwatering portion of cleavage.
The black skirt didn’t make things any better. Usually, skirts this short had been kicked out of her wardrobe years ago, but she had packed this one as an option for the fashion show. Ultimately, she had deemed it too risky as the fabric hugged her hips tightly and it was just way too short, ending barely a third of the way down to her knees. Not only did the length show off her smooth legs, but the stretchy fabric revealed something much more embarrassing: a clear absence of any panty-lines whatsoever. Jessica felt her face flush. She was positive that she had grabbed a set of underwear from her suitcase, yet when she had emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a thick towel, she hadn’t found a trace of either her bra or her panties. Given that the entirety of her outfit from the prior evening as well as her French lover had disappeared as well, she had concluded that this was a goodbye prank by Pierre.
With no other choice, she had to go commando, something she never did and she blushed with the realization that she was far more on display than she had anticipated. The outlines of her puffy, tender nipples were clearly on display and without the confines of a bra they seemed to threaten to peek over the neckline of the low-cut top at any moment. With the Scandinavian winter outside, Jessica knew that the situation would turn from bad to worse as soon as her sensitive tits were exposed to the chilly air. The situation below was even worse as she had to constantly make sure to tug her skirt down to make sure she wasn’t revealing anything. Stairs were out of the question and she would have to be extremely careful not to put on any inadvertent shows while climbing in and out of the car.
To top things off, the only footwear she had been left with were the slutty, white fuck-me-boots. In an onset of gallows’ humor, she had reasoned that they actually suited the rest of the outfit rather well. She looked nothing like the businesswoman that had ridden this elevator in the prior evening, much rather she looked like some cheap skank on her walk of shame. Which was really accurate, she mused as she felt a shudder of anxiety run through her belly as she thought about the fact that she would have to get out of the elevator like this and walk out in front of other people. She would have to get into the car with a driver who had seen her completely naked and drive to the airport where she would finally have the chance to duck into a bathroom and change into something more casual. Until then, she’d be on display in ways she hadn’t been in years…
That fucking Frenchman!
The elevator came to a halt and Jessica took a deep breath through her nose to steel herself as the doors smoothly slid open. Stepping outside, she did her best to stare straight ahead and not look at anyone as she hurried through the lobby, but even so she was very much aware of the heads her scantily-clad form turned. If there was a paparazzo in front of the hotel, she would die of shame.
There wasn’t. Instead, as she stepped out into the crisp Swedish morning air, her driver was awaiting her dutifully and even though his smile was polite, his eyes betrayed what they were both thinking. Jessica blushed, looking down at the trampled snow on the pavement as she approached him, feeling her nipples stiffen against the cold air.
“Since we missed breakfast, I got you a coffee from the store across the street!” Jack said with a smile, holding out the cup to her. Seeing her demure attitude, he couldn’t help but think about how he had seen this beautiful woman’s tightly puckered asshole, causing his grin to widen.
She mumbled a “thank you!” as she took it and he opened the door for her. As she climbed in, her phone started to ring and she retrieved it from her purse. Mark. Again. Story of her fucking life…
“Hey Mark!”” she answered, unable to hide the tiredness in her voice as she watched her driver walk around the car and climb into the driver’s seat. They took off smoothly.
“Hello there, superstar!” Mark’s cheery voice rang irritatingly loud in her ear, “What the hell did you do to Pierre, you damn genius?!”
Jessica sat up straight, suddenly very awake. Did he know? Had Pierre already told everyone? Her pulse raced. “Why?”
“He agreed to work for us! Jessica he, just called me! He is going to come to L.A. and get some things rolling, he’s gonna start next Monday already…”
Mark kept on talking but Jessica barely even registered what he said as she felt the blood drain from her face. The idea of meeting Pierre again, working with him was mortifying, her booty was still aching from the things they had done last night, yet she knew that with how excited her CEO was, she couldn’t exactly veto the new hire.
The sleek, dark Mercedes rolled easily and gracefully through the morning traffic. Jack Hermansson smiled. The luxury car obeyed his every touch on the steering wheel as he effortlessly navigated the Stockholm streets. His eyes flitted over to the rearview mirror as he allowed his attention to divert from the traffic in front of him for a moment to take in the gorgeous passenger in the backseat of his car. She was talking to someone on the phone, a zoned out look on her face, apparently completely oblivious that with the way she sat she was granting him a perfect view up her skirt. Shifting in his seat, Jack adjusted the pace a little, slowing down so he could admire the actress’ sleek, smooth cunt for a little while longer. She really was a hot piece of fuckmeat!
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