Jessica Alba - Honestly Stressed

"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.