mobofair
patreon
Busy Hands 4
🕑 Added 2022-08-12 02:00:02 +0000 UTCDenny could see there was no need for foreplay. Whatever was doing this to Jessica, it had worked as well as such a thing could work. She was at a fever pitch, her pussy soaked with so much wetness it dripped out of her. Her labia quivered in readiness to be touched again: its appetite whetted by his fingers, its swollen redness seemed to cry out with a lusty hunger, opening up before his own sexual appetite.
She drew his cock closer and closer to herself, still holding it in both hands, until she felt its first light touch against her slit and shuddered blissfully. She rubbed his cockhead up and down her labia, letting out a disbelieving laugh at the pleasurable shock that filled her when his glans met her clit.
Finally, Jessica couldn’t take any more of her own tantalizing. She spread her legs open, arched her back, and pulled Denny’s rock-hard erection into her cunt as deep as she could get it.
“Ahhhhhh…” she groaned as his huge endowment came into her, lodging its end deep inside her body. “Oh, mmm, it feels so good!”
“Rrrhh,” Denny growled with a deep breath, feeling the folds of her warm, moist sex close around his member.
“Okay now,” Jessica whispered. “Okay, now fuck me. Fuck me with everything you’ve got! Come on, fuck me, I wanna be fucked so bad!”
She moved her hips in undulating circles, drawing Denny’s throbbing manhood into her at different angles, feeling its searing hardness burn against the walls of her cunt. Her inner folds convulsed, flexing around the mass of pulsing muscle inside her, squeezing it, trying to hold it permanently inside herself.
“Oh God!” Jessica moaned. “Where’s this been all my life? How long have I been missing out? There’s nothing—nothing that can compare with cock! Ohh! No experience! Ah! No sensation! Ggh! Nothing better than having a big fat prick inside me! Yes! Pumping in and out! Hh! Fucking my womb! GOD!”
Jessica’s eyes rolled back in her head. She swam in delirium while all the tawdry aspects of her world—her home, her agent, her press tours, her costume fittings, her magazine interviews, her photo shoots—all of them shrank away, leaving nothing but the intimidating force of Denny inside her, the paradise of sexuality he transported her into with each thrust.
She’d given so much to her old boyfriends: all her energy, all her thoughts, all her cares. But none of them had given her this rapture in return. She drowned in a tempest of ecstasy within her body, pushed out of her guarded life by the powerful strokes of Denny’s fat cock.
She was so lost in him, so deeply involved in the outrageous climax he’d brought her to, that she almost didn’t notice the first torrent of his white-hot cum splashing into her, surging through her desire-wracked folds with the force of a firehose.
But Jessica knew at least that Denny had satisfied her, and that the fuck had come to an end. She sagged down, only moving her arms to hug his neck, pressing her face against his while she still had energy to do so.
“Mmmm, you made it so good,” she breathed at length. “I can feel your hot cum everywhere—all over the inside of me. Ohh! It’s like I just can’t stop coming when you left so much inside me… you have to fuck me more, baby… yeahhh… was I a good fuck for you?”
“Yeah, of course you were,” Denny said quietly. “I’ve got to get back, they need me on set.”
Jessica kissed him hard, sliding her tongue in against his, then pulled away with a delicious moan. “You’re not angry at me, are you?”
“No, of course not.”
“I’ll wear the costume for you, I promise I will. I just get so worked up. But when you fuck me like that—“ She laughed nicely. “Who cares about anything else?” She paused, taking a deep breath, then petted his back. “You’re not going to stop fucking me, are you?”
“No, Jess, I’ll get back here as soon as I can.”
Jessica pouted. “Because you wanna spend time with me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And you’ll have lots more cum for me when you get back… and time to cuddle too, right? I know you can’t now—“
“I will tonight,” Denny said, desperately trying to think if there was anything he’d have to cancel to arrange that.
It wasn’t like he didn’t know how crazy lucky he was to have somehow managed to inspire an amount of devotion in such a beautiful woman. It was just that directing a studio picture was labor-intensive. He couldn’t just blow off his responsibilities, even for Jessica Alba.
Jessica kissed him again. “It felt soooo good to get all that off my chest. You don’t mind if I tell you more about the stuff I used to do, right? I know most guys probably don’t want to know about all the sex their girl had before they met…”
Then she batted her eyelashes at him, clearly wanting him to pick up the hint she’d laid down about ‘his girl.’
“I just want my girl to know she can tell me anything,” Denny said.
Jessica let out a squeal and hugged him tight. “You’re such a good boyfriend and such a good director! I bet you could do such a good job redoing my demo reel. Let’s do that tonight!”
Denny didn’t know what kind of mystical spell or demonic possession or psychotic break had hit Jessica, but he had to admit, she seemed a lot happier now than she had been before.
***
Jessica changed clothes before coming to the ‘interview’ that night with Denny. She wore a straw boater hat, patent leather Mary Janes, and a skirt so short that she had to stand up with her spine straight as an arrow unless she wanted to show her pink panties. She had on a middy blouse with them, cut low to reveal where her breasts began to swell out from her lean torso.
Denny actually had an office in the basement of a nearby office owned by the studio. It made a convenient waypoint for the stage they shot on nearby. When Jessica went in, she found him behind his desk. In the corner of his office was a leather couch like Sigmund Freud might sit her down on. Jessica knew he’d probably give the office over to the next director to have a shoot nearby, but still, it felt prestigious to find him here… helping her to get into character to seduce him.
Seeing her come in, Denny mimed pressing a button on his desk. “Miss Evans, hold all my calls. I have Jessica Alba here for a demo.”
Jessica closed and locked the door behind her. “I’m so glad you’re helping me do this. It’s actually kinda a meta part… I play an actress who auditions for a part from a big-time director and he rapes the hell out of me!”
Denny was taken aback by how chipper she had said it. But Jessica was unstoppable, a force of nature. She went to the Handicam set up on a tripod and examined it, turning it on Denny and starting it up. “Anyway, just do whatever. Keep it loose. We’ll edit around anything later.”
“Shouldn’t I be telling you that sort of thing?” Denny asked.
“Oops.” A smile frothed onto Jessica’s lovely face. “What do you want to tell me to do, Denny? Or, Mr. Petersen?”
Denny cleared his throat. “Well, we’ve only shot half the picture… I guess this is a good time to get you to read for the part…” He hadn’t cast Jessica; she’d been signed on before he was hired. Not that he had any complaints with what their working relationship had become. “Okay, Jessica, how much experience do you have?”
“I’ve been acting seven years,” Jessica said. “Lots of kid parts, little girl roles. I’m not a child now, though.”
Denny let the straight line lie. “Would you stand up in front of the camera?”
Jessica aimed the camera at the couch, then happily pranced in front of it to display herself at her full height, first head-on, then in profile.
“Very good. Now Jess, this is an adult role. You’re comfortable with that?”
“Of course. I am an adult, after all.”
“And there’s nudity… sexuality… are you still comfortable with that?”
“As long as it’s with a director I trust.” Jessica batted her eyelashes. “I’d hate to feel exploited. Like some dirty little whore who’s only good for showing off her tits and ass.”
Denny was suddenly glad he was sitting behind the desk. “I hate to call you a liar, Ms. Alba, but would you mind putting your money where your mouth is? I heard there were some issues on your last movie with you not wanting to show any skin.”
Jessica pouted. “That was a misunderstanding. I thought my director was small… minded. Once I figured out how big he could be, though, I knew I should give him whatever he wanted.”
“Would you mind showing off your figure then? No offense to your sense of fashion, but clothes can hide all sorts of things. We can’t have a sex scene and only then find out you have some kind of scar.”
“You really think someone would scar this body?” Jessica asked. She turned her back on him. “Unbutton me, please?”
Denny went to her. Jessica giggled.
“This reminds me of the time I played with my girlfriend’s pussy while her boyfriend cocked me. You remember Ashley, my roommate? She and I were sitting around one night… it wasn’t the kind of night where we touched each other, but we might’ve done it just because there wasn’t anything else to do. Then her boyfriend Mac called and asked if she wanted to go out…”
Hearing Jessica’s sultry, storytelling voice again had Denny all thumbs as he fiddled with the buttons at the back of her neck. Her blouse must’ve been from the wardrobe department. It was all sewn together. But finally Jessica swirled away from him and took off the blouse. Beneath it, she wore a white shift which covered all of her torso but a narrow band of bronze skin above her hips. Denny breathed harder, like he needed an inhaler.
Jessica folded the middy blouse neatly and put it on top of Denny’s desk. Then, rather than waste time with Denny fiddling with her skirt, she undid its one button and lowered the zipper. She stepped out of it just as easily. Then, with no further coaxing or buildup, she whipped her shift up over her head, seeming to care more about not mussing her hair than anything else.
