Jessica Alba – Paying with Pussy
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* * * * *Jessica Alba looked square into the camera pointed close up to her face:
“Hi, I'm Jessica Alba and I'm paying with pussy,” she said with a smile.
What had led the Hollywood star to this was agreed a decade in the past; when she'd been starting out a businesswoman in her 20s and setting up her own company, she'd needed financial backing to help get it off the ground despite her own reasonable fortune. She simply hadn't had the resources she needed to realistically commit on her own and had sought out investors to help fund and grow her business. The problem she'd found is that many didn't want to invest with her, or at least nowhere near the level she needed or wanted an unreasonable percentage of her company to make it worth their while. She understood she was new to the whole concept of running a business and it was kind of fair that people wouldn't simply hand her their money, but it was deeply frustrating as she knew she had a good plan and could really make a success of it.
Her vexation had continued for a few months as she received continued rejections until she met a businessman who was interested in her business. His name was Mr Russell, in his 40s with distinguished good looks and a well maintained physique, and after a pitch meeting where she laid out everything she had planned for her company and how she would achieve key goals and profits, she was given positive feedback when he told her he was impressed with her plan and that her goals seemed attainable. What came next was rather unusual and widened her eyes; he offered to fund her business almost entirely himself to the tune of millions of dollars per year whilst she got it started and very generously share the profits with her beyond repayment of his initial investment once it started repaying itself. In return, ten years after signing the contract he wanted her to star in a private pornographic film for him to repay his trust in her.
She'd been taken aback to say the very least. On offer was the backing she needed for her business, but the price was significant and not something she'd expected. On questioning it she'd found him to be a very reasonable and pleasant man, who simply put the offer on the table for her and told her it was entirely up to her whether she accepted or not. Other celebrity women had made similar deals she was told, not that she could get any names, but this was her choice and hers alone. The film would be held entirely privately, shared around some very elite people in the Hollywood circle but never publicly, but it was a porn film nonetheless. She couldn't call it blackmail, the contract was laid out very clearly in black and white and should she sign it that was what she was obligated to do, legally bound to star in a skin flick ten years down the line to repay this opportunity.
She signed the contract after a brief contemplation, telling Mr Russell to give her the paperwork and that she was satisfied with the offer. Right then, Jessica wanted to get on with her commercial venture and decided the price was worth it. If she didn't make a success of it or perhaps her acting career faltered she figured he might not want her anyway, likely wanting to have her for his pornoif she was somebody successful and famous, someone the quiet elite might want to see getting down and dirty on film. She signed her name and forgot about it, setting about building her business with the very welcome funds that started pouring into her account and Mr Russell, who turned out to be a very powerful ally with business acumen and experience she couldn't buy. Months had turned to years as she had built her business exactly as she dreamed of, fighting through the ups and downs of it to turn it into a hugely successful company with value in hundreds of millions of dollars, the profits repaying him handsomely and turning her private fortune from modest to fantastic.
Ten years; it had gone fast, faster than she'd expected, her life just flying by as she continued her career and grown her business into a powerhouse. Coming home after a long day of meetings and work on strategies, Jessica got in to find a very expensive bottle of champagne waiting for her with a card from Mr Russell, congratulating her on the success of her business on its tenth anniversary and to enjoy the bottle as they looked forward to another ten years of success. Jessica did just that and got a champagne flute, pouring herself several glasses as she sat back to toast her own success and how far everything had come. Her phone rang later into the evening;
“Good evening Jessica, I hope you found the champagne I had delivered for you,” Mr Russell said in his characteristic tone, smooth and well-mannered.
“I did, thank you, it's absolutely gorgeous,” she replied, holding up a glass to no-one in a toast to him and their success.
“Glad you enjoy it, I can have another bottle sent to you if you would like,” he replied with a smile.
“I wouldn't mind that, but you really don't have to,” she replied with a giggle.
“I'll have one sent over for you to enjoy. Congratulations on ten successful years of The Honest Company, it's been a fantastic investment,” he said.
“Thank you, I couldn't have done it without you,” she said, and she meant it. Not just his investment but his business guidance had been invaluable.
“Thank you, we've both worked very hard to guide this to where it is today, and hopefully for many more years,” he said.
“Many more,” she agreed, draining her glass.
“Miss Alba,” he said, addressing her seriously and immediately making her take notice, “it has been ten years, and it's time to fulfil your contract.”
Her stomach sank, pulse immediately racing as she realised she was on the sharp end of the signature she'd scrawled a decade earlier to sign over her body in exchange for the huge financial opportunity he'd provided had come full circle on her.
“I trust you still intend to honour your contractual obligations?” he asked, as much as statement as anything. Jessica had little choice even if she'd wanted to, the legal and financial costs of trying to back out of the deal were enormous and the contract iron clad. Despite the money she'd made from the venture she couldn't afford to buy her way out of it. And there was another side to it: pride. She had made the deal in full knowledge of what it was and she intended to hold up her end of the bargain. She wasn't a quitter, even if her trepidation about exactly what her payment was made her want to.
“Of course, I'm a professional and intend to fulfil my contract with you,” she replied, keeping her voice calm to override her almost all-consuming panic as her mind tipsily raced with thoughts of what he might desire from her.
“Excellent,” he replied, the satisfaction clear in his voice.
“What would you like me to do?” she asked, keeping her voice steady even as she hated offering what felt like a carte blanche to him, though he had it anyway. He owned her legally right now.
“Don't worry about that right now, just enjoy the champagne. I'll send over all the details for you,” he replied.
“Sure,” she said after a pause, expecting him to order her about over the phone, “just let me know.”
“Goodnight Jessica,” he said politely.
“Goodnight,” she replied, putting the phone down. She gasped for breath, not realising she'd been holding it as she hauled in the oxygen, fumbling for the bottle to pour herself another tall glass of the champagne to help calm her nerves. Gulping it down, she thought back to the day she'd signed the contract, that sweltering day in California in her memories, wide eyed and innocent to the world of business as she'd been offered this salacious contract in the most polite and direct manner. She let regrets wash through her momentarily, wishing she hadn't signed the deal, but then thought over where she and the company was now. And then she thought of how exhilarated she'd felt, how hot and horny she'd been immediately after being offered such a contract, knowing that she could use her body to get anything right then, even millions of dollars on a business deal. Musing that at the very least it would be an experience, that the deal was signed and the ink long dry on the contract, she'd killed the bottle and passed out for the night in front of an old movie.
Things had moved quickly, as the next morning she'd had her headache interrupted by a courier delivering some very urgent paperwork to her. Through her slight hangover and strong cups of coffee she'd read the details of the documents that laid out her first venture into adult films. She would be performing at a small studio in North Hollywood, he wouldn't be present for it, instead she would be working with a cameraman slash director and a well hung male pornstar. The documents detailed clearly that it would all be bareback and she needed to get tested merely as a formality to ensure everything was good to go, the basics of the scene she was going to perform and also that she was to be waxed completely smooth of all body hair below her eyebrows. She thoughtfully reached down and pushed her fingers through her neat, thick little strip of dark pubic hair under her robe, thinking how long she'd had her favoured style and that it had to go. She gave a slight sigh but that's the way it was, continuing to read to discover the outfit he wanted her to wear and other odd details. The filming was to happen in two weeks time, so she had a chance to prepare herself.
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The fortnight passed both quickly and slowly, her mind going from confidence about it, owning the situation to panicking over it, worried about what might happen and where it might lead. She comforted herself with the thought that Mr Russell had never lead her wrong, he'd been helpful and supportive through their journey together and she was sure he wouldn't put her in a situation she couldn't handle. She did as asked, going through the medical things outlined as required and a couple of days before getting herself waxed absolutely smooth like a china doll. She arrived at the designated place a few minutes early, looking at the unassuming building and checking the address again to make sure she was in the right place. It didn't seem like any kind of studio to her, but she put that aside and steeled herself, taking a deep breath and bolting a miniature of vodka that she'd brought along in her purse. She needed it to settle her jangling nerves, grimacing and bolting the whole bottle before lowering it, swallowing the last of it and coughing heavily, suppressing a retch as it made her stomach gurgle. She hadn't eaten much, making it a bit of a shock to her system, but she was sure that'd only help it bubble into her quicker.
She got out of her car, locked it and walked quickly across to the building in question on her high heels. It had an entrance way she hadn't been able to see and she was concealed from the road as she pressed the buzzer beside the locked glass door.
“Good morning?” the voice asked simply.
“Uh yeah hi. I'm Jessica Alba, here for an appointment,” she said, lowering her voice and glancing around to make sure she wasn't being photographed or anything.
“We've been expecting you, come in,” the voice replied, door buzzing as she electromagnetic lock disengaged for her.
“Thanks,” she replied as she shoved the door open and went in, pushing it closed with a secure click behind her. She headed up the stairs and was greeted by a man at the top on the landing, extending a hand to her. Jessica reached out and shook it courteously, a brief smile between them.
“Hi Jessica, great to meet you,” he said.
“Hi, I hope I'm in the right place,” she replied, unsure how all this would unfold.
“You definitely are, we're all ready for you here. I'm Steve by the way,” he said, turning to lead her into the large room away from the stairs, taking her into the large space. Jessica looked around, seeing the lights and blacked out surroundings; it was definitely a studio, though far more sparsely set-up than anything she was used to working in, a clearly temporary set-up laid on for her adult film. There was a table with a few things off to the side, porn related things like towels and lube she noted, a significant camera on a tripod lying in wait for her and a leather sofa.
“What you expected?” Steve asked her, turning to gauge her reaction.
“I...yeah I guess. Is this it, like...we're just gonna go?” she asked. She wasn't sure what she expected, but she somehow anticipated a little more time to get ready for things.
“Well...you can take some time to warm up, we've got this place all day, but essentially yeah. We're gonna get ready and film this thing,” he replied.
“Wow, right ok then,” she said, taking a breath to try and slow her racing heart, everything knew and suddenly so real to her.
“You're gonna do fine,” he said warmly, giving her a smile and a wink. It broke the tension.
“I hope so,” she said with a sigh and a smile, letting the sheer humour of the situation wash over her a little, “so who am I...filming this with?” she asked, glancing around.
“He's right here actually,” Steve said, gesturing to the dark corner behind her that she'd missed as she'd entered the room, “you should get acquainted.”
The guy he'd gestured to stood up and approached, holding his hand out and smiling.
“Hi Jessica, I'm Vance Hammer,” he said, shaking her hand, his large grip totally enclosing her small, slender digits.
“Vance Hammer?” Jessica said with a raise of her eyebrows.
“It's a stage name, you know how this business is,” he said with a short laugh.
“No, I really don't,” she replied with a smile. She took him in, liking what she saw. He was tall, handsome and in great shape, clearly taking the time to work out, though she supposed this his job counted on it much like hers.
“You'll find out something today,” he said with a sly smile, noting her eyes roaming over him.
“I guess I will. What's your real name?” she asked, dropping his hand.
“James,” he said.
“Ok James, I'm looking forward to working with you but as you know I'm absolutely new to this so...gimme a break and a hand when I need it yeah?” she said, looking into his eyes to implore his sympathy with the situation. He smiled, seeing her fear.
“Don't worry about it, we all want this to be the best it can be and I never achieved that by ignoring the people I work with. We'll figure it out, don't worry,” he said, giving her shoulder a slight squeeze before he walked past her to talk with Steve. Jessica took a breath, feeling the alcohol kicking in a little and making her light headed but also more relaxed like she'd hoped. It was going to take some getting used to but she was gonna get through this. She really didn't know how to go about this, of course she knew how to fuck and pretty well too, but how to make it look good on camera? That was something else. She didn't want to screw it up though either, wanting to do her best to perform for the man that had put his financial trust in her all those years before. Speaking of which, Steve received a phone call, his ringtone blasting out Rihanna's “Disturbia” before he answered it, speaking momentarily and then turning to look at her.
“Yeah she's here,” he said into the phone, Jessica's attention immediately drawn.
“Sure, one moment,” Steve said, then stepped over to her holding his phone out.
“It's your financial backer, he'd like to speak with you,” he said, handing the phone to Jessica.
“Mr Russell?” she said, heart bumping up a bit as she took the unexpected call. She'd fully expected to turn up, get fucked and leave without a word from him.
“Hi Jessica, how are you doing?” he said, cheerful, unphased as if it were another day and not one where a famous Hollywood starlet was about to fuck on camera for him.
“I'm doing alright thanks, how are you today?” she replied.
“I'm good, very good. How are you really, Jessica?” he asked, wanting the real answer though she was sure he already knew.
“Nervous...terrified. I...this is too much. I feel like I've no idea what I'm doing. I want to do this for you, Mr Russell I just...I don't want to disappoint you,” she rambled, word tumbling out of her mouth as she let her nerves get to her for a few seconds.
“You're not gonna disappoint me, Jessica, don't worry. You're gonna do great, I know it. Just take a breath, calm down a bit and take it easy. These guys know what they're doing, you can just go with it and have fun, I think you're gonna like it anyway if you let yourself,” he said, not dismissive of her concerns but telling her to overcome them, just dive in feet first and go for it. Essentially she was there as per her contract and she might as well just give it her all.
“I'll try, I really will,” she said, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to relax.
“Good, you're gonna do great. Why don't you tell me what you're wearing,” he said. The directions for this scene were for her to look quintessentially Jessica Alba, with her long brunette locks worn down with slight blonde highlights, make-up subtle and classy, dressed demurely but rocking something sexy underneath. Her hair was as desired with her make-up soft, pale pink lipstick and just the slightest dark highlight to her eyes, not overdone like some sort of creature of the night. People wanted to see Jessica Alba in this video.
“I'm wearing a fitted blue satin dress, it's got wide shoulder straps and is fitted to my figure with a skirt to my knees. I've got stiletto heel ankle boots on, they're black with zipper styling all over them,” she said, wanting to enthuse a little on her favourite ankle boots.
“Very nice, and underneath?” he asked. Jessica knew what he wanted to hear and had dressed accordingly, deciding if she was doing this she was gonna look good, raiding her lingerie draws for her sexiest stuff.
“I've got a black Victoria's Secret corset on, with thin straps and a lightly padded rose coloured bra to it, beautiful lace embroidery down the front of it and a mesh body, attached garters on it. I've got a tiny black G-string with matching rose colouring to it, and I'm wearing these wide-topped stockings with a lacy black and red design to them,” she replied, heart pumping firmly as she laid out exactly what underwear she had on for the shoot - for him.
“Well, that's quite an outfit right there, you've really made the effort for me. I'm sorry I can't be there in person, I'd love to watch it myself, but I have business to attend to. I'll see it soon though, so enjoy yourself and we'll talk later,” he said, voice staying calm though she hoped she'd riled him up at least a little.
“Sounds great, catch you later,” she said before hanging up, looking back to the guys. They were just chatting between themselves, paying her no attention. Obviously they had no interest in her underwear as they'd see it soon enough.
“Thanks,” she said to Steve as she handed his phone back.
“No problem, we all good to go?” he said as he slipped his phone into his pocket.
“I guess so, I mean...just let me compose myself yeah? We just doing this here?” she said as she put her bag down to the side on a table, checking her phone and turning it to silent to make sure she wasn't responsible for interrupting things.
“Yeah right here, we're gonna start with you on the couch there,” he said pointing to it.
“Ok, do you need me to undress or...” she said, trying to work out where to begin.
“No no, you're starting exactly as you are, all proper and...Jessica Alba,” he said with a wave of his hands, trying to indicate the simple magic of her persona.
“Right ok, and James?” she asked, looking to him.
“Vance honey, Vance, let's all keep in character here. He's gonna be off screen at that moment, but ready to go the second your introduction is over,” he said.
“My introduction?” she asked.
“Yeah, it's right here in the breakdown of the scene,” Steve said, stepping forward to hand it to her.
“Well hey I've not seen this yet,” she said, taking it from him.
“No? Well I guess maybe he wanted it to be a surprise or something,” Steve shrugged. He genuinely thought Jessica would've been prepared with one.
“Maybe, let me have a quick read of this,” she said, skimming over the notes and scene direction. There was no dialogue really besides notes for her to be enthusiastic but not overdo it, that they weren't expecting a porn star here, they wanted an actress paying her way. She quickly read over the scene, seeing how they wanted her to dance and strip for the camera, and then a fairly typical scene she supposed with with oral, sex and a swallow to finish. It wasn't her preferred manner of things but she just had to go with the flow on this one really, reading on into the second scene with widened her eyes. They wanted anal sex, hard and vigorous underlined in the script, with her sucking him for an eventual finish over her face for the camera sign off shots. She didn't do anal, never had and had never had any interest in finding out either.
“Whoa, I don't know about this,” she said, pointing to it and looking up at Steve.
“What's that?” he said, stepping round to look at the script with her.
“Anal sex. I don't do anal,” she said, looking to him. He gave a shrug.
“Well hey I didn't write the script or anything, I'm just here to shoot it with you guys,” he said non-committally, genuinely having no control over what was meant to happen, just how it would happen as he filmed Jessica's payback.
“I...this isn't good,” she said flatly, genuinely worried about it. She was sure it would hurt.
“Look I can call Mr Russell again if you want, you can take it up with him?” Steve offered. He really had no other offers to make. Jessica stared at the script, wishing it was different; she'd heard rumours about other girls making deals like this, it wasn't a secret really in her industry, but she'd never actually met anybody that admitted to fulfilling one. She knew this wouldn't be released or anything but it was still going to be seen by a lot of higher ups, people who might have further influence on her career and that put a worry in her mind. But then this was the deal, she'd made her bed and knew it was time to pay up. The script was what it was, she just had to steel her nerves and go for it now. It was game time.
“No, we're good. This is the script, so let's do this,” she said, heart racing as she spoke confidently and committed herself.
“Ok,” Steve said with a smile and clap of his hands, walking back towards his camera to start setting up.
“Ok Vance let's go, we're gonna do this,” he said, Vance looking up with a nod and wasting no time in starting to strip his shirt off. It was just another day for him, even if he was very much looking forward to fucking Jessica Alba. He gave her a thumbs up as she slowly walked back towards the minimalistic set, trying to set her mind at ease a little as it was time to go – time for Jessica's first porn film.
“Just sit over here on the couch and we'll do this introduction,” Steve said, guiding the actress to the black leather sofa. She sat down and adjusted her dress, trying to make herself as tidy and ready as possible, heart pounding even as she willed herself to calm down.
“Ok give me a second to memorise this,” she said, reading the script again. This was something she did every day and it helped to relax her, just putting herself into work mode as she read the line several times and skimmed what was coming up next while Vance finished stripping off. Jessica glanced his way and then did a double take, getting the first look at his cock, her eyes widening and gaze fixed as she took in the thick, powerful looking penis that was hers to work with for the next few hours.
“Holy shit,” she murmured, taking it in, its thickness and size even when he was only slightly hard. Noticing her looking he glanced down at his cock and then back up at her with a smile.
“You like it?” he said, knowing that she already did.
“Yeah, it's huge. Biggest one I've ever seen in person,” she said honestly, eyes still fixed on him.
“Something new for you today then,” he said, proud of himself as his cock stiffened just a little more.
“Yeah it is, I hope I can handle it. How big is it?” she asked, though it was hardly relevant as he was going to fit it inside her regardless.
“About nine inches,” he said, watching her reaction as she glanced down at her lap.
“Wow. Well I hope it fits,” she said, not mentioning the pain she knew she was sure to endure when he squeezed that massive cock up her ass even as the fear crossed her mind.
“I'm sure it will. Now let's do this before you lose your nerve, come on,” he cajoled, encouraging her to just go for it.
“Right right, let's do this,” she said, shaking her head and focusing, taking a final read of the line and then throwing the script aside out of shot.
“Ok great, let's go,” Steve said, turning the camera on to look straight into the face of Jessica Alba. He pointed at her to indicate they were rolling. She cleared her throat and looked into the camera.
“Hi, I'm Jessica Alba and I'm paying with pussy,” she said, voice faltering a little as her nerves go to her.
“Again,” Steve directed. Jessica breathed deep and resettled herself on the sofa, looking into the camera again.
“Hi, I'm Jessica Alba and I'm paying with pussy,” she said, holding her tone but flatly, not giving it any life.
“Come on Jess, give us something here, you know what people wanna see,” Steve said, giving encouraging hand motions, trying to lift her up. She internally grumbled a little, not liking being ordered around like this but going with it.
“Hi, I'm Jessica Alba and I'm paying with pussy,” she said power and life and a naughty smile, holding it a moment before she winked for the camera.
“Perfect,” Steve said, giving a thumbs up.
“Yeah?” she asked, wanting reassurance.
“Yeah carry on like that and this is gonna go great,” he said, nodding to Vance to get him to enter the shot.
“Alright then,” she breathed, feeling a bit more comfortable now things had started, eyeing Vance as he moved into the shot, taking in his cock once more and how much harder it was, well on the way to full erection as she moved over on the couch to let him sit beside her, totally naked to her fully dressed self.
“Action,” Steve said, getting far more into the swing of things now, another day on set for him and Vance. Deciding to just go for it and embrace things, Jessica just followed the script and immediately reached over to run her hands down his thighs, taking a final look at his stiffening cock before she stood up on her heels, teetering a little as she took calm breaths and left her heart rate to just go crazy for a moment as she turned to him ready for her lap dance. It wasn't something she really knew how to do but figured if she just went for it she could make it work, thinking back to training for the movie Sin City and things she'd seen to help her. She bent over for the camera and stuck her ass out, pulling her hands down his legs again as she looked into his eyes, trying to take control of the situation. She rocked her body, shaking her ass before she stood and spun round to face the camera, looking straight into the lens as she arched her back and pushed her booty out for Vance. He couldn't help but reach up to give her a squeeze, but she reached back and slapped his hand down.
“No touching, that's the rules,” she said, looking back down at him. He'd get to touch as much as he wanted soon enough, right now it was her show.
“Oh yeah goddamn Jess, that's it, work it,” Steve said with a grin, loving her as she seemed to get into it. She couldn't help but smile, feeling validated and buoyed by the director as she swayed her hips for her well-hung co-star. She stared into the camera with a smile as she bent over in front of him, feeling her snugly fitted dress retreat up the back of her thighs, enough to show off the top of her sexy stockings and suspenders for him, always looking into the camera as she reached up and squeezed her tits firmly, pushing them together and letting it get a good look down her dress as it hung away from her body, perky breasts enhanced with the slender, squeezing corset. She stood back up and ground down into a crouch, still swinging her hips, closing her eyes and extending her arms above her to show off her slender figure.
“Oh yeah, work it,” Steve breathed as he filmed, amazed at how Jessica was taking to this. Turning back to him as she pushed herself up on her toned legs, she slid into his lap side saddle, ignoring his cock and pulling her hands down his muscular body as she leaned forwards to offer him her breasts even though she'd ordered him not to touch. He obeyed, his hands just lightly lifting up to trail along the silky nylon of her stockings, teasing up them towards the hem of her skirt but not pushing up beneath it.
“You want it?” she breathed, even though he already had it.
“Yeah,” he replied coolly with a smile, unphased by her come on even though he did appreciate it. Jessica just smiled and kept gyrating, turning round so she was sat in his lap, hard erection pressed into her lower back as she leaned on his thighs and shook her ass, arching her back so her chest stuck out. She pushed herself up from him in an undulating motion, almost bending into a standing position in front of him for the camera as she let her hand just reach back and pull up his cock, her fingers taking in the biggest, thickest cock she'd ever encountered, having not dared to look at it now it was fully erect and ready to slide inside her. This opportunity to just do her thing had given her a moment to process the situation and relax, setting her mind on what she was doing.
“So this is what you want huh?” she said into the camera, going off script as she reached behind herself to pull the zip down on her dress and release her body from the blue satin. Steve didn't stop her, loving the magic she was creating as she stood before the camera and stared into the lens, undoing her dress and then reaching up slowly to grab the straps and peel the silky garment away down her body, Steve panning the camera down to catch everything as Jessica exposed her sexy underwear and toned body, peeling the dress away and down her body, bunching up at her hips before she gave it a shove and let it slip down her legs. She carefully stepped out of it, kicking it aside nonchalantly even as a concern of how dirty it would get in the process flickered through her mind.
“You want me to take this off?” she said, pulling at one of her straps showily, giving a little smile and flick of her eyebrow to the camera.
“Well you got it, because I always pay my way,” she said, pulse fast as she played up to the blackmail angle of it all, figuring the people watching would love for her to acknowledge that. Leaning forward, she gave another shot down her cleavage as she looked foxily from under her eyebrows at the camera, sliding her hands down over the sexy lace embroidery and mesh of her corset and onto her thighs, letting her fingers take in the stockings before she grasped the clasps of the suspenders, teasing with them a moment before expertly unclipping them with ease, flicking them free to bounce back elastically to the corset as she stood up, turning round but keeping her eyes on the camera. Looking enticingly over her shoulder at it, taking in Steve intently focused on her through it for a moment, she let her playful smile cross her lips again as she arched her back and bent over slightly to stick her peachy ass out, giving herself a little shake for the camera as she knew her pussy was bulging sweetly between her legs in her matching G-string.
“Don't want these in the way,” she purred as her hands slid down her back and over her firm, round ass, squeezing at the cheeks slight and just giving them the slightest spread to give the camera the glimpse of the token strip of black fabric over her asshole as they slipped down her tanned skin to the suspenders at the back of her sexy red and black stockings. She effortlessly popped them off, the silky strips twanging away as she released them and stood back up, turning round as they dangled ineffectively now, her hands sliding back up her front to give a grope of her chest again.
“Let's get this out the way,” she breathed as she tossed her head to flick her long chestnut hair back over her shoulder, looking into the camera and biting her lip as she let her fingers curl into a grip and push the corset top together and unhook the first hook, the corset spreading with the pressure of her firm breasts.
“Don't look away now,” she purred, really playing up to it and acting her part as she kept the corset together and expertly moved down from hook to hook, releasing each one to expose a little more of her body, the smooth strip gradually getting wider down her body as her breasts begged for release and threatened to escape her top.
“This is what you came for,” she breathed, heart pumping hard again now as she was on the brink of exposing herself. Unhooking the final hook easily, thinking back over the times she'd done this for her husband, she wiggled her body and glanced down, taking a couple of seconds to enjoy the view and build the tease for the audience, she looked back into the camera with a devilish smile and pulled the top wide open, her firm, perky B-cups jump free of their lacy confines and pushed her shoulders back to let it slide off her onto the floor behind her. Vance was enjoying watching every move, loving the fact she was seemingly enjoying herself with all of it as she danced and stripped for the camera, her exhibitionist side coming to the fore. Jessica wiggled and worked to imaginary music as she closed her eyes and turned around again, swaying her hips to shake her fine ass for the camera again in just her tiny G-string and stockings, bending over to present for the camera. She figured if she was gonna do this she might as well go all in and perform, arching her back again like an exotic dancer as she slid her fingers into the thin waistband of the panties.
“This is what you really want isn't it?” she said with a slightly muffled glance back over her shoulder, difficult to look at the camera as she leant forwards. Without a further hesitation she gave the string a little pull up her ass, a final tease before she slowly pushed it down. She was going for the full panty peel effect, the string sliding over her ass but the thong back holding on, caught between her firm ass for a moment before the tension sprung it away, peeling beautifully away to roll down and reveal her tight virgin asshole, clinging to the back of her now somewhat wet pussy as she continued pulling the panties down her thighs. It was a final resistance, a moment where they hung in there a second longer before the small, silky thong peeled away neatly to reveal her sweet, silky pussy, pushing the thong down her thighs as she was intimately exposed for the camera, knowing there was going to be a zoom shot of her sweet bulge and protruding labia for all to see included as she shoved them down her legs to drop to the floor.
Stepping carefully out of them, making sure her ankle boots didn't get entangled in them, she kicked them aside and turned back to the camera in her full nudity, keeping her smile going even as her nerves returned, letting the shot see her stood in just her sexy red and black lace topped stockings and ankle boots, taking in her totally smooth body. She played up to it, keeping it going even as she was running out of ideas, pushing her hand down over her perfectly waxed pussy and letting it linger.
“Totally smooth, like I was told to,” she said to the camera, “I always do what I'm told,” she added with a sexy bite of her lip. She let her other hand slowly play up to her breast, squeezing it sensually for a moment as she crossed her legs in front of each other.
“Cut!” Steve said, seeming louder than she expected, jolting her from her zone making her look up, dropping her hands and breaking her stance. It all suddenly hit her; her tension, the breath she was holding, her racing heart rate and overwhelming stress. Steve could seemingly see it, and despite her fairly fantastic performance and opening scene he knew she needed to catch a break. Jessica suddenly wilted, giving a huge sigh and taking a huge breath, dizziness washing over her rapidly as she stumbled towards the sofa.
“You ok?” Vance said, reaching up to support her arm lest she keel over.
“I'm fine, I'm fine. I just need a minute,” she said breathlessly, taking the strength he offered to steady herself on her stiletto heels as she clattered to the sofa and sank down into it, relieved to feel the reassurance underneath her as she flopped into the leather and drew in several deep breaths. The head spin and shakiness subsided as she relished the delicious lungfuls of air, oxygen saturating her blood, the cool sensation spreading through her as the tingling faded, working her ankles and wrists to help substantiate the recovery as Vance watched for a moment to make sure she was alright, temporarily distracted from her beautiful nudity.
“That was fantastic, Jessica,” Steve smiled, stepping over from behind the camera.
“Yeah?” She breathed, looking up anxiously as her body heaved, continuing to take deliberate breaths to reset herself.
“Yeah truly. You're a natural, ever thought about taking this up full time?” he said playfully, trying to just break the mood with some humour. Jessica laughed, repositioning herself on the sofa.
“Let's see how this goes first yeah?” she said with a smile.
“Deal. You good to continue, happy to get Vance in here?” Steve asked, getting behind the camera again.
“Yeah let's go,” she replied, wanting to keep the momentum going as she took another deep breath.
“Ok resume your position here, we'll go from there,” he directed. Jessica stood up, stretching a little and getting herself back into place, crossing her nylon-clad legs and positioning her hands again, looking moodily into the camera again as she had been. The stockings and boots were staying on, she was gonna get fucked while wearing them and that was that, she figured Mr Russell would like that as well.
“So honey how about we get Vance in here again?” Steve said for the camera, panning up Jessica's long body, taking in her beautifully gym honed figure all the way to her smiling face as he asked the question.
“Sounds great,” she smiled, hoping her smile didn't give away her trepidation at the next part, getting into proper porno territory. Sure she'd danced for him and helped get him fully hard for her, but now he was gonna take charge of her.
“Fantastic, come on then Vance,” he directed, ushering her male counter part into the shot, Vance stepping in confidently, camera swinging across to him to capture him briefly with his equally impressive physique and crucially his thick, rock hard nine inch cock.
“That's a big cock right there,” Steve mumbled, stating the obvious as Jessica looked at it properly and let her mind take it all in, studying the sheer size of it, the thick member pulsing with his heartbeat as he stood before her, cock standing up proudly to let her see everything he was going to fuck her with. She let her eyes roam and took in the lovely shape of him, pronounced head, thick shaft and the huge length, wondering how her body was going to take it all.
“Yeah it is,” Jessica murmured honestly, eyes fixed on it as the camera panned to her and caught her expression of doubt and concern, her worries almost written on her face.
“It's all for you baby,” he said as she looked back to the camera, forcing a smile as Vance reached out for her..
“You're gonna love it, trust me,” Vance said, about the only line he intended on saying in the whole shoot as he took her hand, pulling him into her as Jessica let herself be led, giving up control to him now so he could show her what this was all about. His hands slid over her body, taking in every contour and shape of her as they did, quite firmly groping her tits, squeezing and exploring them, giving the nipples a pinch that made her gasp sharply and pull away from him for a moment. His hands groped her again and slid down her body, taking in the taper her of her waist as they went to her pelvis, moving over the flare of her body and down the sides of her thighs to feel the sexy lace topped stockings.
Jessica breathed rapidly, trying to control it as the first new man in years took her in, exploring her physically before he did so carnally, looking down so she didn't give a nervous expression to the camera. His hands slid down her legs and then back up, fingers curling over her thighs and slipping easily straight back onto her perfectly smooth pussy, waxed to perfection as she'd been ordered to. She shivered as he stroked over it, unable to deny the excitement of the touch, horribly nervous but also exhilarated by the situation, never having imagined she'd be here. His hands pulled back up her body then he took her hand again and moved back to the sofa, sitting down and leading her to him, encouraging her to straddle his lap. Jessica was momentarily panicked, thinking he wanted her to sit straight on his cock, but out of sight of the camera he motioned she just needed to straddle him right now. She pushed her knee onto the sofa and slid on top of him, spreading her legs and gratuitously displaying herself to the audience as she did. His hands slid around her sides as she pushed forwards against his cock, mumbling as her clit bumped against his thick prick, his hands sliding over her body and down to her ass to squeeze it for the camera.
“Arch your back, Jessica,” Steve said, wanting her to give the best possible shot. Feeling a little self conscious now, she blushed a little but did as she was told, pushing up on her knees a bit and arching her back to rock her pelvis, pushing her sweet pussy between her legs as his hand gripped her ass and spread her wide open, pulling her labia apart slightly as he did to show how wet she was. Despite her nerves Jessica was horny, turned on and ready to fuck even if she was terrified, like when she lost her virginity or something, excited but clueless almost about what to do next. Much like that same situation she just let him lead her, surprised at her own body that she was as turned on as she was, though her pussy would still be tight and tense, she just knew it. Fully expecting the next thing to be him attempting to squeeze his thick cock into her despite flicking over the script, she was surprised when he rolled her off him onto the sofa on her back, legs flailing a second before she caught herself.
“Let's get you properly warmed up,” Vance murmured with a smile, sliding down between her legs and gripping her thighs, spreading her legs to just the right place as he dived down on her sweet, smooth pussy. Jessica hadn't really been expecting this, not really figuring that her pleasure was much of a concern of this film, but she welcomed it the second she felt his hot tongue touch her soft, sensitive pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned, shuddering in pleasure and eliciting a soft moan, unable to help herself as he set about her. Steve smiled as he watched it unfold, zooming in on where Vance was going at her, her legs in the way before he rolled her more towards the camera, being a pro and knowing what was desired for the shot. His tongue started working briskly up and down her entrance, catching at her delicate button and flicking her clit hood, making the actress moan with unadulterated pleasure as her body tingled from his touch. He was gentle with her and this wasn't at all what she'd expected, subverting her expectations as his tongue danced along her vulva and lips kissed sensually at her, hands easing her thighs open to give him access.
“That's it,” Steve murmured to Vance, releasing the camera from the tripod carefully and walking in closer to the scene, taking a far more hands on approach and moving in for a close, in-action view up Jessica's body to her beautiful face, capturing the look of ecstasy on it, her eyes screwed up with enjoyment and mouth gasping her pleasure to the room. Her chest was flushed with pleasure, perky breasts heaving with her breath as he panned down her body, over her tensing, tightening abs to where Vance was doing a number on her, devouring her pussy intently. Jessica just let herself go, tummy fluttering as the pleasure spread through her, a tingle up her spine and shiver through her body, relishing him going to work with his tongue. She loved having her pussy eaten, like most women did, and right now it was the perfect tonic to her tension, easing and relaxing her body as she lost herself to it.
Vance stepped up his ministrations on her, rolling her hips back strongly, dominantly and spreading her wider for access, Jessica just letting her stocking-clad legs fall open for him to give all of herself to his attention, not remotely wanting to stop him. His tongue delved inside her, exploring her wet, hot tunnel as she groaned different at the change in stimulation, different nerve endings being touched and teased by his wet tongue. It was only a momentary switch up though as she pulled back out and assaulted her clit once more, puffy lips split defencelessly as his tongue dispensed with her clit hood and attacked the button itself, far more ferociously than he had before to drive a long, strained whine of pleasure from her. Her hands dug into the sofa as she held on for dear life while his tongue danced on her most intimate area, circling and swiping at her, hard and soft, doing everything to drive her to climax.
And that's exactly what happened. Jessica's body was cranked to the limit as her orgasm built, holding on for a final second before she shuddered hard with a long scream of utter pleasure, her ecstasy evident for the audience as Steve zoomed in on her face to capture her moment of climax, that single moment of absolute release as Vance pushed her over the edge. The cute scrunch of her nose, eyes screwed shut, head dropping back as she exhaled heavily with her peak. The camera panned back down her body to take in the flush of her skin, screwed up nipples and tensing abs, legs kicking under his powerful hold on her to keep her in position before she was suddenly desperately sensitive, untouchable and reaching down to stop him with breathless pleading for mercy.
Vance pulled away with a smile, Steve stepping back to take in the whole scene with Alba gasping for breath again on the sofa, flopping back into it as sweat pricked the skin all over her tanned body as he climbed from beneath her legs, cock still rock hard and absolutely ready for her now. Jessica sat up, pulling herself into a better position on the sofa as Vance stood before the sofa, Steve moving to the side with the high resolution camera, absolutely focused on what he was doing as Jessica looked up at the huge, thick cock before her. She knew it was time, still feeling the satisfaction and twitches of her pussy as he moved towards her.
“I wanna test these tits out, they look like fun,” Vance said with a smile, pulling her to the edge of the sofa by her hand so she sat up, realising his intention as he grasped his cock. She sat up and tipped her head back, arching her back to push her chest out and pushing her tits up with her hands for him, ready and waiting as he pushed his cock down to her chest. She looked up as he dipped down and pressed his huge, hard manhood against her chest, settling the impressive shaft against her sternum before she pressed her perky breasts up around him. She managed to get a good, snug grip around him despite only having a B-cup, squeezing them together and lacing her fingers over the top to hold it all in place. He rocked his hips back and then thrust slowly up between her breasts, sliding slowly over her soft skin.
He murmured and nodded his approval as he pushed all the way up, sliding his whole cock through her grip for her to feel before slowly pulling back and then following up with another push up to feel the soft, supple skin of her perky tits around him. Jessica settled herself and held him firmly but not tight, keeping herself in position and flicking her hair back out the way as she leaned back to let him give her a tit fuck, something she'd only done in passing previously. The cock pushed easily up to her chin, its magnificent length bridging the gap without problem and giving Steve an idea. Without a word, he signalled to Jessica, her eyes flitting sideways to him as she tried not to ruin the take to see him indicating she should lean down and lick at Vance's huge prick as it slid up, flicks of his tongue communicating his idea in crystal clarity.
Looking up into his eyes, Jessica let him thrust a couple more times and then tilted her head down, working her neck backwards to give herself space to get at him, extending her tongue to meet him the next time he thrust up against her body, groaning in satisfaction at her doing it as much as the sensation of her tongue, though that was very welcome. His thrusts got a little quicker, Jessica loosening her fingers to allow the faster motions as she pressed her tongue to his cock, getting her rhythm together to catch up just right each time, working her tongue over and around his head sloppily as it pushed up to meet her. Getting more into it, she craned down to take him into her mouth, the huge, bulging cock head the biggest she'd ever sucked on without a doubt as it filled her mouth, hot tongue driving over his sensitive underside as she closed her full pout around him, sucking firmly on his cock as it was in her mouth before he pulled away.
It only took a few thrusts of that before he pulled away from her chest, breaking her interlocking fingers and pushing his cock into her mouth properly, shoving the thick tip deeper in and pushing a hand through her hair as she sucked like she meant it, just letting her cocksucking instincts kick in and working her tongue briskly at him, around and underneath his thick, purple head and onto the shaft below. Steve moved in closer with the camera to just frame Jessica's gorgeous face and the thick cock in her mouth, sucking intently at the pornstar's cock as she closed her eyes and just went for it, aiming to do what she was here for and give the camera what it wanted. She pushed a little deeper, struggling to take his sheer size into her mouth as her hands reached up for what didn't fit, wrapping a hand around his shaft as her other squeezed his balls gently, bobbing her head in short, stimulating motions as her tongue worked wildly around him.
“Fuck yeah, that's what we wanna see,” Steve said as she fellated him, focusing solely on doing a good job of that right now, knowing it was all captured on film and would be forever. She just hoped it was never leaked, that nobody besides a few select people got to see this. What crossed her mind in that moment was why Mr Russell, her wealthy benefactor, hadn't wanted her for himself and had chosen for her to star in this private porn video rather than having her do all this to him personally. She was interrupted from her train of thought by Vance taking hold of her head and shoving into her throat, making her choke and lurch as he gave several hard pushes into her, testing her ability and making her eyes water before he held her down on his cock a second and released her.
“Time for you to get fucked,” he said as he held her hair in one hand and lightly slapped her face with the other, Jessica coughing wetly and hauling in a deep breath to replace the one stolen from her by his cock. He yanked her back on the sofa, tipping her over so she flopped into the black leather again and then pulled her slender legs up, arms hooked under the silky nylon to pull her dangerous stiletto boots up into the air and spread her legs wide, exposing her smooth pussy to the camera as Steve panned over the top of them from behind the sofa. Jessica's pulse raced in anticipation, craning her neck to look down over her body at him ready to penetrate her, his huge cock at the gates. He pushed his cock over her silky skin, teasing her with it as Steve filmed, zoomed in to show his magnificent manhood ready to take her, Vance pushing forward to give an idea of just how deep inside the Hollywood star it would sink.
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