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Tough Business	By : Sammycolt Category: Individual Celebrities > Jessica Alba Views: 43217 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Tough Business
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This story was written as a request. It is my first attempt at a ncon-story and in the future I’ll probably go back to write more cons and reluc stories, but I figured I’d give this a try… Hope you’ll enjoy!
I appreciate any feedback, either posted below the story or sent to my mail address: sammycolt1@yahoo.de.
Jessica Alba sighed and looked out of the cab’s window at the huge, towering buildings that seemed like the walls of a canyon, their tops so far away she could barely see them.
“Yeah… I miss you too! But I’ve been working hard for this…” she groaned into her iPhone, “Brian will be there too, so don’t worry, I’m in good company…”
“Fuck, but still….” her husband grumbled. “I arranged for the kids to stay at your parents tonight. Come home!”
She rolled her eyes in frustration while she listened to her husband’s whining. It wasn’t like she could change the situation… She had spent a few days in NYC, visiting a friend who lived here while Cash stayed at home, watching the girls. By now she had planned to be on her way back to the airport, back home, back to her family, but then, just as she was about to check out of her hotel Brian Lee, the CEO of her Honest Company had called her. To her utter frustration Brian had told her that instead of going home to her husband and daughters she would have to stay another day in New York. Over the last few weeks the Company had worked on a deal with an investment firm, a deal so good that it would catapult her company to the next level, cementing its place on the market. It was an once-in-a-lifetime chance to expand! Marc Darren and his friend Eric Sherman, the owners of this investment firm, were currently in New York, so they wanted to meet with the decisive forces of the company, meaning her and Brian, settle the last few details and sign the contract that would bring Honest to a bright and solid future. And they wanted to meet now, not accepting any attempts to move this up, insisting on their busy schedules. They were in New York, they wanted to sign NOW! Missing the meeting would mean losing the contract, so Jessica had had no other choice than to reschedule her flight back for another day.
“Can’t do that, honey…” she apologized, cursing her fate.
“God damn it! Okay fine…. but when you’re back you’ll be in a world of trouble, young lady” Cash grumbled, making Jessica half-smile. Distantly she shifted in her seat, remembering the last time she had gotten into ‘trouble’, remembering Cash spanking her ass. “Be safe, babe! And give Brian my regards.”
“Yeah I will and don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow at lunch time hun. Love you!” Annoyed at the circumstances Jessica hung up. She missed her kids, hating to be separated from them for such an amount of time. Even during the few days in New York she had skyped with them twice and despite having a good time with her friend she couldn’t wait to be with them again.
She also missed Cash, it’s been a week since he dropped her off at the airport. The couple had been trying for an additional member into the family and as days passed the more the Latina felt the need for things between her legs. Cash had actually suggested that they’d put on a little show for each other through web-cam, but considering the massive leaks of private pictures recently she had said no. She wasn’t about to become the next Jennifer Lawrence, videos of her masturbating on every porn-site over the Internet. Perhaps a day more and she’d finally get what she craved for.
The Sin City actress pulled her blouse and adjusted her bra before glancing towards the driver, notably catching his sneaky glare focused on her breasts through the rearview mirror before looking away as if he was innocent. But she chose to let it slide. “Just drop me off at the valet area thanks.” she said followed by smiling politely.
The cabbie, a tired-looking Indian man in his forties, took a few seconds of silence before he mustered the power to reply. Just as she began to question herself if the driver heard, he grunted. “Alright, Ma’am, if you say so!”
Jessica nodded and leaned forward getting ready to exit the vehicle. In disbelief, the cabbie almost knocked a pedestrian who jumped out of nowhere in front of the vehicle. The cabbie cursed loudly and gesticulated towards the pissed man, who only replied by giving the finger before hurried aside. “Mother-Fuckers!” the Indian growled, shaking his head. It wasn’t the entrance Jessica had hoped for, but she could only give a polite smile before checking the clock on the display of her phone. She was already running really late. Frustrated and as she looked out, the cab finally rolled in as they arrived in front of their destination.
“That will be forty-six dollars, ma’am!” the cabbie mumbled with a lackluster grin, this time without shame checking at her down blouse before reaching forward to pay. The Hollywood star pulled a fifty-dollar-note out of her purse and added “Keep the change!” before hurrying out of the cab.
Jessica took a deep breath and pulled her black top before to eliminate the creases before putting on her blue jacket. The actress checked her reflection through the hotel’s front window before she heading inside. Just as she reached the door held open by an elderly doorman in uniform her phone began to ring only to see Brian on the display. It was perfect timing as she was about to call him once she in the lobby.
“Hi, Brian!” She began, “Sorry, I’m on my way to the restaurant now! Are you…”
“Hey… Jess” Brian’s sounded panicked “I have bad news... I missed my flight!”
She froze. “What the fuck do you mean you missed the flight? I need you here, what the fuck, Brian!” she shouted angry, startling an old woman who shot her a disapproving look, “What the fuck are we supposed to do now?”
“I’m sorry, I thought my secretary called you!” as Brian tried to explain, “Look everything is going to be fine, they won’t shut the deal without me. You’ll just have to do this by yourself….for Honest! Go meet them and get the contract!”
“They want to meet me alone, seriously? … I mean, you’re the facts-guy, I’m the public face! I’ll be lost once we’re done with the greetings!” She huffed in anger and frustration, placing her hand over her forehead.
“You have nothing to worry about, Jess,” Brian assured. “Everything is arranged; all they need to do is SIGN!”
“So just get the god damn thing signed?” she moaned, feeling panic from the pit of her stomach, “And that will be enough for them to give us the green light? God…. okay, you leave me with no choice!”
“You’ll be fine!” Brian said confidently, “You got this Jess, I know it! Just think about how your life will change after tonight!”
“Ha-ha-ha… Way to calm me down Brian!” Jessica sarcastically joked. “Okay, I gotta go, I’m running late! I’ll keep you posted!”
Still shocked about the situation, the Latina stuffed the phone back into her purse. This wasn’t ideal! She felt in no way safe or qualified to meet these blokes by herself. She looked around, nibbling on her lower lip as she contemplated what to do. A shrill voice inside her head screamed for her to run away, flee and wait for next time. However she said to herself, “Okay,” taking a deep breath. “Just go in there, everybody sign the damn thing, and walk out! How hard can it be? You wanted to be a businesswoman, now here’s your chance!”
Swallowing a gulp of saliva, the Fantastic 4 actress reserved her cool keeping her chin up before heading towards the hotel’s restaurant. Once again, before making halfway down the lobby her phone started ring once again. “For Christ’s sake” she muttered before pulling it out. This time, the display showed: ‘Unknown Caller’.
Before thinking straight, she answered. “Hello?!”
“Hello, this is Marc Darren. Am I speaking to Jessica Alba?” the voice was the one of a man oozing charisma and self-confidence. She had never met the man in person, but his speech allowed her to picture what he might looked like, One suggesting a successful relatively young-businessman.
“Hi, yes, that’s me!” she answered, heading towards the restaurant’s door. “Listen Mr. Darren, I’m just about to enter the restaurant, I’ll be with…”
“Call me Marc, please,” he interrupted her, “Ha-ha Look, Forget the restaurant…”
Jessica froze, frowning. “Forget the restaurant?”
Marc Darren laughed. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that… my soon-to-be-ex-secretary forgot to book our table… I’m so sorry!!” Followed an awkward pause, seconds that seemed like a lifetime before he finally continued. “I tried calling every restaurant nearby but there are no vacancies... We might have to improvise a bit here. Can you tell Brian about our situation? We were hoping maybe you guys could join us in our suite, it’s a little informal… but we could still sign the contract here.”
“Actually Brian won’t be joining us, he missed his flight.”
“Oh? Well... that’s a shame. Lucky you only need our signatures haha” Marc tried replied with a sense of humor to make Jess feel comfortable. “Look we are hoping to finalized the deal tonight so if you able to join us would be great, … and don’t worry we don’t bite.”
“Er… sure, okay.” Alba replied reluctantly unable to make sense of it all.
“Great,” as the Marc sounded very pleased. “We are waiting in the presidential suite on the top level, it’s the only suite on the floor so you can’t miss it.”
“I guess… see you guys soon.”
With that he hung up. Only after the conversation had finished Jessica then realizes the magnitude of the shit-storm she possibly talked herself into. Knowing was too late to back down now. Now without choice, the brunette goddess walked towards the elevators to find her way up. She felt her knees shake with fear, can’t deny a sense of excitement at the same time. The doors slid open as she proceeded to the lift before she stepped inside. She pushed the button, the door closed and she felt the elevator moving upwards swiftly heading for the top floor. Only now she knew there was no U-turn.
She took several deep, long breaths, remembering her yoga training, to calm her growing nerves. She knew the deal was almost secure and in a few hours from now she‘ll be with her family. Everything was golden!
She looked into the elevator’s mirror to make one last minute outfit adjustments. The Latina goddess was wearing a dark blue blazer that clinching ever so tightly against her figure only to reveal a thin black top inside. It was only now, in a sudden she noticed the lights that reflected through the glass-studded elevator would make her top slight see-through in light, revealing her lace black bra underneath the package. It was a minor lapse, but Jessica thought unless the suite had insane amounts of natural light shining through, her business counter-parts won’t notice.
The Sin City star’s lower torso was greeted with indigo pants sitting high on the waist only to hold by a thin, black leather belt to match a pair of elegant black heels. Jessica twisted her torso side, to side just to confirm her pants fitted her infamous butt the way she intended to.
A loud DING brought her back to reality and the Latina looked up as the doors opened. Knowing she was slightly more relaxed compared to when she had entered Jessica exited the elevator and stepped into the hallway. She followed the hallway and proceeded before knocking the door on the suite.
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Momentarily door opened, revealing Mr. Marc Darren. “Well, hello Jessica!” the businessman greeted her with a wide smile. He was dressed in a dark suit his hair glossy and slicked back. Jessica hadn’t expected to meet a man this tall with so much presence; Marc Darren stood easily six foot four towering over her.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Marc.” she displayed her million dollar smile and extended her hand, but Mr. Darren was having none of that, instead he insisted to go in for a hug. Jessica was surprised, but didn’t object, instead she returned the hug a bit distressed. She felt the man’s muscular chest press against her breasts and his hands linger across her back. “Don’t be so shy, we are about to become business partners!” he yelled.
She didn’t know how to respond so she just smiled. She had expected an a lot more formal and professional greeting and… not this. Marc let go and stepped back, one of his hands resting on the small of her back followed by a wolf whistle. “Come in… Come on in!!”
Before Jessica could say a work she was pulled into the suite and the door was slammed shut. Marc led the actress into the suite, his hand resting on her waist slipping ever so slightly to the point where Jessica was aware of how his hand began to cup her butt, touching her round posterior in a very inappropriate manner.
Jessica was overwhelmed, confused and didn’t want to protest only seconds after entering momentarily. He led her into the living room of the suite like she was hooker, rather than a business counter-part. The actress was expecting a formal meeting with serious business-talk… and maybe at most, a subtle flirting but certainly not feeling like she was violated. It was only now she seriously questioned herself if this “Business Meeting” was a good idea.
The suite itself was nice the furnished in a modern and stylish manner. The living room featured a Kitchen/bar stage and a dinner table where documents were already laid out. There were also three couches that formed a half, circle, facing the suite’s huge panorama window that granted a stunning view over the never-sleeping city.
On one of the couches the second man sat glaring at them with obvious interest from the moment they entered. Eric Sherman, an older gentleman close to fifty with his age really started to show. He was dressed in grey suit by no means cheap looking. Without doubt he didn’t share the same physical attraction as Marc, but he clearly looked like a man that possessed everything that one could ask for, but still he had laid his sight on to her, without shame focusing on her body from the moment she approached him. His gaze lingered from her legs up to her hips, briefly resting on the swelling of her breasts before finally making eye contact.
“Well, Hello there Jessica!” he said her with a grinning smile. His greeting was cold, similar in nature to his partner’s as it made her equally uncomfortable
“Well you must be Eric!!” Jessica faking a smile back. The Hollywood star reminded herself that it was she had a contract to get signed, despite growing feelings of discomfort.
“Jessica… now sit here!” Marc’s words sounded almost like an order. “Now what drink? Wine? Champaign?”
“Umm, I’m fine thanks…” Jessica answered as she sat down on the sofa insisted by Eric. At least now she was glad Marc’s intrusive hand was off her butt.
“Ahh, come on now! Don’t spoil this celebration! I’d cracked open a bottle of Champagne just before you came up!” Before having the chance to decline once again, Marc poured fizzy liquid into a glass before handing it to her enforcing that she’d receive without much of a choice. He took a seat on the remaining free couch before picking his own drink up and proceeding with the conversation. Jessica eyed her glass suspiciously before carefully taking a sip.
“So…” she began, their eyes that seemed to undress her unnerving her, “I’d like to start by thanking you guys for considering The Honest Company as your investment. Everyone in the company is super excited about this opportunity, Brian and myself included!”
“Yes, yes, yes… it’s our pleasure! But let’s talk business later…You know Jessica,” Eric interrupted her abruptly; “Nice work on Into the Blue! Marc and I utterly l-o-v-e seeing you in a bikini!”
Jessica looked at both of them in shock, her jaw literally dropped. “Uhm… th-thank you? Now as I said; our team is excited and thankful for this opportunity, and we……”
“And Sin City too, that was an absolute favorite of ours!” he let out a whistle and shook his head, a wide grin on his face, “Words can not describe how our trousers felt when we watched the movie!”
The Latina was outraged by Eric’s comments. At the same time Marc made to make no effort to save her! With the slightest optimism, she hoped the guys were done but they continued to stare at the Latina with greed. The meeting was completely heading off-track nothing was going according to plan. Jessica knew they had little interest in business and actress desperately wanted to leave. If someone spoke or treated her indecently on set she'd had them out within seconds, leaving a bright red handprint over their cheeks. But here, now as things stood she had no choice but to manage by the second. The fact that she couldn’t confirm if they were legitimate on the deal made things worse for her. Jessica’s face was red and ashamed, before she pushing a stray of hair behind her ear to proceed once again. she looked over to Marc, grinning this moment displaying unconcealed enjoyment. “Thank you… Mark. Now as I said…”
“By the way, Sin City 2… damn the movie sucked but you nailed the dance routines!” Eric replied “Ha-ha, Marc, that’s the ONLY reason the movie was made. All people wanted to see was her stripping, for fucks sake!”
At this point Jessica had it. The actress couldn’t take it any further and in anger she shouted. “What the hell is going on!?” unpleased about the situation as she looked straight through the both of the gentleman’s eyes. It was clear as day they had no interest to talk business and Latina couldn’t keep ignoring their taunts. It wasn’t going anywhere!
“What is going on?” Eric repeated her question, only to do so by mocking her sending chills up her spin, “What is going on? Well this is your chance to make an impression before we talk business, Jess. Don’t be so naïve.”
“But… what do you mean? The deal is done… all that’s missing is the signatures!” she instantly felt a lump rise in her throat.
“Damn right, baby! Those dotted lines…. And without signatures the deal is…well?” Eric looked at Marc and both the chaps laughed.
Marc could only reply chuckling. “Look, Jess… we like the deal and sure, we want to go ahead.” “Its true!” Eric confirmed. “Now we are going to stop playing stupid, we are here to present you a once in a lifetime opportunity… as a matter of fact, the same can be said for you to us as well…”
“What the hell do you guys mean?!” Alba replied in disgust.
“We offer you money and the opportunity for your company to expand. Now saying that, it also gives us an opportunity to get a closer glimpse of you…” Jessica could not begin to fathom what just came out of Marc’s mouth.
“As we said don’t worry, Jessica…” she wanted to wipe that smirk of Marc’s face as he spoke. “We only want you to sweeten the pot… ” he then leaned in towards the Latina, his arrogant smirk making her skin twitch, “…a little replica of your strip lap-dances!”
“WHAT?” Despite responding in a astonished manner, truth to be said she had kind of seen it coming, but when words came out the Sin City actress’ jaw fell and she stared in shock.
The men sniggered. “Just one of those ass-shaking, boner-inducing dances you are famous for and…” Eric snapped his fingers, “…the deal’s done! We’ll sign it and in a matter of weeks, Honest’s will be listed on the NYSE!”
“FUCK OFF!” she spat incredulous, tossing her glass away and getting up, ready to leave only halted by Marc’s hand.
“Take it easy now… Think about it, Jess!” his voice was calm but powerful as ever. It somehow influenced Jessica to freeze a momentarily to rethink her options. “You know how many other actresses in Hollywood would line up for an opportunity like this? A simple dance in exchange for a listed company?! Think about the money, think how Hollywood will see you as a businesswoman! And all that just by fulfilling two guys’ little fantasy?”
Jessica hesitated. For a moment her anger was eased as Marc’s manipulative words raced through her mind. He was somewhat right! It was just a little “inconvenience” for her that could change her life for the better. Few uncomfortable minutes and her life will change ever after. Suddenly the deal didn’t seem too bad.
“Come on!” Marc urged her, his smile seemed slightly charming in a sudden. “Just down to bra and panties.. and its not like you haven’t shown them on screen before! All we ask is a live version.”
Fuck! She took a deep breath. “So….. Just down to my bra and panties?” she reluctantly said.
The two men nodded enthusiastically.
“And absolutely no touching? I want to make it clear…”
“No touching!” Both Eric and Marc promised, lifting their hands in the air.
“Alright…” she closed her eyes and wanted to break into tears. The actress felt humiliated but the temptation too strong to ignore. The men grinned like schoolboys.
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The Sin City star took a deep breath as the music began to play. She got up and stood in the middle of the couches, with Eric and Marc moving to set next to each other with the thrill and anticipation written over their faces. The Latina goddess had taken off her jacket and her heels, now feeling the softness of the carpet beneath her naked toes as she prepared herself mentally for the show she was about to put on. Jessica tried hard to keep her mind straight and focus on the performance required but it was ridiculous! This was supposed to a business meeting and she couldn’t fathom what was happening! She knew it was morally wrong for a married woman to do this, yet alone for a mother of two kids!
Sighing she closed her eyes and lowered her head as the music started to pick up, letting the beat flow through her body, feeling the seductive pulse taking a hold of her, slowly beginning to rock her hips. ‘Skin City’, the Steven Tyler song that had accompanied her last dance of the second Sin City movie, the one where Nancy was ‘giving the bastards what they want’… the choice of song gave her a solid indication on what was expected of her.
“Going to the back is only skin city…” – music rolls
As the first line blared out of the boxes the Latina’s body exploded to live. She threw her head back, sending her hair flying through the air she circled her hips before she spinning around, facing away from the men. She could sense their eyes glued to her ass as she bent forward, the tight fabric of her pants stretching as if they were to break any second. Shaking her derriere as the center of attention she nimbly unbuckled and unzipped her pants. The goddess looked back over her shoulder reluctant to give a teasing wink before ultimately slapping her ass. She was mortified when she saw the growing bulges in their pants. Then again, truthfully it wasn’t a surprise.
Slowly and in sync with the beats the stunning actress bent even further, pushing her posterior into the men’s faces whilst she hooked her thumbs into her denims and teasingly inched them down slowly, torturously revealing her ass-cheeks, parted only by the band of her laced-black thong. It was enough to make the men drool as Alba jiggled her naked buttocks for their satisfaction. Once her ass was fully exposed she abruptly yanked the tight jeans down to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving them behind as she turned and stepped with swaying hips towards the men, her eyes seductively fixed on Marc’s as she stood over him. She bent down, bringing her face inches away from his as she put her hands to the back of his head, her fingers running through his styled hair. For a second she let the captivating magic of her eyes work, then she pulled his head down between her breasts, pushing his face between her shirt-covered breasts for a second before she stepped back, leaving the cocky man with a flushed face.
Next she spun around, dancing over towards Eric, facing away. She rolled her hips, for them, once again drawing their attention towards her magnificent ass as she grabbed the hem of her top, pulling it up and over her head. Now clad only in a matching set of black bra and thong she continued to work her butt, circling her waist while she spun her shirt over her head like a lasso before she sent it flying across the room. Bending over at the waist she spread her legs a little, making sure the men had a good view of her thong clad pussy before she reached down between her legs and slapped her ass from below with both hands, gradually spreading her barely-covered holes.
Eric couldn’t help himself and reached out to cup one of those round, golden buttocks, but she quickly straightened and slapped his hand away. “No touching!” she reminded them, giving the bald man a warning glare. The men exchanged a grin that eluded her as she continued with her number, dropping down to her knees, then to all fours, pushing her thong-clad ass out for their benefit as she rocked back and forth, simulating getting fucked from behind before she lowered herself down until she lay down completely, her butt still raised high in the air, giving a spectacular show as she wiggled it.
“God Damn!” she heard Marc mutter before getting up again. She knew that they were quite satisfied with her show thus far. Just a little more and the deal was done. The Sin City actress was humiliated, but at least it was nearly over. She turned back towards the men and strolled over to Marc and straddled him, taking care not to grind her thong-clad pussy against the obvious bulge in his pants.
“Come on Jess….” she heard him repeatedly whisper as she continued to roll her hips in circular movements an inch away from his crotch. Marc finally looked into the actress’ face, sharing intense eye contact and said “Come on Jess… Give us the full deal! We want to see everything!”
Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped incredulous when she heard his request. She was so stunned that she couldn’t bring out a word, so she just shook her head. No way!
“Come on!” Marc urged, his arrogant smirk back in place, “Show us that slutty pussy and that tight little ass of yours!” With that he reached up with both hands and roughly grabbed the cheeks of her butt, forcing her down, so her barely covered pussy pressed against his groin.
As the forceful contact was made between the two, Jessica knew exactly what she felt between her thong-covered cunt lips. She was disgusted feeling another man’s shaft against her pussy. She reacted before she knew what she was doing. Out of reflex her hand came up and she struck the arrogant man across the face, sending his head flying to the side.
“WHAT THE FUCK! YOU BITCH!!!” her actions angered Eric as he stood up and pulled the actresses hair, causing the Sin City actress to leap backwards off his business colleague and onto the floor. With the tip of his tongue Marc checked the inside of his cheek for damage before he stood up and looked at Jessica, who stared at him horrified.
“So, that decides that, huh?!” he said, his voice chillingly calm.
“I… I’m sorry! It’s just… that was too much… I…” she stuttered, trying her best to keep the rising panic at bay as the whole danger of the situation dawned on her, “… I should go!” Lowering her head to evade the men’s gazes she tried to walk past Marc towards where her shirt lay, when she was stopped by a hand that closed around her upper arm like a vice.
“You’re not going anywhere, you CUNT!”
Scared Jessica looked up at Marc, her eyes wide as she saw the glint in his face. That glint mortified her! She saw Eric stepping closer. Try to be brave, Jessica, she told herself. “Fuck you!” she spat and tried to yank her arm free.
But Marc was stronger than her, a lot stronger and he effortlessly held her arm in place. “No,” he chuckled, “Fuck you, Jessica!”
Her mouth fell open as the realization of what was about to happen hit home. “No! I wont let you guys do this! LET ME GO!” she yelped in panic, trying to wrestle free with renewed vigor. She wanted out!
But instead the perverted businessman grabbed the struggling actress even tighter, pulling her into a bear hug as she twisted and turned desperately, her eyes widening as Eric stepped up and grabbed her hands, immobilizing them.
“No! You fuckers! HELP!” she yelled as the two men dragged her over to the couch. She grunted as she was slammed down on it, landing on her back and all air was driven from her lungs when Marc jumped on top of her, straddling her stomach. “Help…” she panted, trying to push the man off, but Eric caught her hands and pinned them down above her head. “Nooooo! Get off me you asshole!” she whispered desperately, looking in the men’s hungry eyes.
“Enough of this crap!” Marc stated and grabbed her bra.
“WAIT!” Jessica squealed in panic, looking up at him with big, begging eyes, “Please! I’ll do it! I’ll dance naked for you! Please, anything…”
She stopped when she saw Marc smile at her and for a moment the irrational hope arose that he’d take her up on her offer, but then he gently stroked her hair. “Sorry, Jessica,” he said gently, like she was a naughty kid who had left him no choice, “You’ve had your chance… No one has ever hit me before, you know?! ” With that he ripped her bra, clean off her body, freeing her round tits and making them jiggle. Jessica shrieked as the straps of her bra broke and her tits bounced free. “Noooo…” she whined and closed her eyes, turning her face away from the evil men, pushing helplessly against them to break free.
“Fuck, look at those!!” Eric muttered, his mouth watering as he took Jessica in in all her topless glory. Her breasts were two firm, caramel-colored orbs, sitting high on her chest, her dime-sized nipples light brown, jutting proudly towards the ceiling. Marc reached out, grinning widely as he cupped her tits, squeezing them.
“Nooo… please!” Jessica sobbed as she was fondled. She felt Marc’s hands grope her roughly, kneading her flesh like dough, pinching and pulling her nipples. Then she heard the sound of a zipper and opened her eyes in alarm, staring at the hard eight inch cock that bobbed inches away from her breasts, pointing at her.
“Those titties feel really nice, Jessica!” Marc grinned down at her as he tormented his victim, “I think I’m gonna take them for a ride!”
Horrified Jessica watched as the man spat between her breasts for lubrication, then placed his cock in between and pushed them together, creating a soft valley of tit-flesh. “N-no… stop it!” she groaned, trying her best to twist her body, but failing as Marc thrust between her boobs. Wide-eyed she watched the purple-colored head of his cock protrude again and again as she was forcibly titfucked. Her legs kicked helplessly on the couch behind him in fruitless attempts to fight him.
She grunted as Marc’s groin slapped against the underside of her tits again and again, the loud sounds of flesh against flesh filling the suite. He cruelly twisted her nipples, making her pinch her eyes shut and yelp. “Ungh… stop it… oh… uh… please… it hurts…” she begged.
To her surprise the thrusting actually stopped. She opened her eyes and looked up at the man straddling her with a wide, sadistic grin. “Let me go, please!” she whined, her eyes pleading desperately.
“Let you go?” Marc laughed cruelly, “And why would we do that?” He slapped her tits with his cock, making them wobble before he leaned in, looking her deep in the eyes, “We are going to have some real fun now!” He scooted upwards so he was straddling her chest, his cock standing hard inches away from her face while he pinned her arms down with his knees. Jessica wanted to protest, she knew what was about to happen and squeezed her mouth and eyes shut.
Marc grabbed his dick around the base and slapped it all over her exotic face. “You’re going to suck me off now!” he ordered, pressing the head of his cock against her full lips, “So open your mouth now, you little whore! And if I feel a single tooth I will beat this beautiful, money-making face of yours until you look like at the end of ‘The Killer Inside Me’!”
The threat sent a shiver down her spine and she felt the fear run through every inch of her body. Slowly she opened her eyes, trying one last time to convince him to leave her. “Guys… Please…” she whispered, shaking her head slowly. But there was no reaction of Marc; he continued to press his cockhead against her lips, demanding entrance. Beaten she closed her eyes and yielded to her fate. She parted her lips and allowed the man to push inside.
“Yes!” Marc let out a sigh of pleasure as he felt her hot mouth engulf his manhood. He watched as his cock slowly disappeared between those beautiful, soft lips, further and further until he finally bumped against the back of her mouth. Jessica gagged, her eyes widening, which made the two men snicker. Almost gently Marc moved a strand of her hair behind her ear before he gripped both sides of her head. “Now hold on tight, Jessica!” he winked, “Cause you’re in for a very rough ride!”
Jessica could only moan in protest as the cruel businessman pulled back slowly, then pushed back in, again triggering a strong gag-reflex. Her eyes watered and her legs kicked helplessly as her mouth was raped, but pinned down as she was she could do nothing to stop the abuse as Marc began to thrust faster and faster.
“Mmmgh! Mmmph!” she mumbled around his cock as to her terror she noticed how Eric quickly began to undress next to her. Seconds later the bald man was standing naked, his six-inch-cock jutting out between a mass of hair that seemed to cover most of his body from the neck downwards. She tried to kick him as he moved down behind Marc, disappearing from her field of view between her legs. Then she felt to her alarm how two hands gripped the waistband of her thong. Terrified she bucked around to free herself from the men, managing to spit out Marc’s saliva-coated cock. “Mmmno! Please no!” she yelped before Marc slapped her across the cheek, making her head fly to the side and dazing her. “Shut the fuck up and suck my cock, bitch!” he spat, plunging his dick back into her mouth and continuing with the rough facefuck, while she begged with her eyes.
Meanwhile Eric pulled her thong down, slowly and with relish he exposed her pussy and stripped her of her last shred of clothing. Jessica tried to squeeze her legs together in a desperate attempt to keep her modesty, which only made him laugh. “Come on, bitch! ! Show me the money!” he mocked as he grabbed the insides of her thighs and forced them apart. She fought with all her might, but the man was strong and soon he knelt between her spread legs, gloating at the sight of her vulnerable vagina.
“Jesus Fucking Christ ! what a fucking pussy it is!” he laughed as he inspected her bared sex with his fingers, “You know what, Marc! You know, her cunt’s not as tight as one would imagine… She’s got a nasty one down there! Ha-Ha-Ha!” Alba’s tunnel looked by no means as bad as he said, but he used his hands to stretch her breeding channel as wide as he could, making the hole gape. She had just shaved it smooth this morning since she had expected to see her husband again and there was now a hint of stubble, but after two kids she wasn’t as tight as she used to be. Her workouts and trainings had helped, but there was little doubt that she was a mother and she knew it. Which didn’t change the fact that her sex looked enormously appetizing to Eric, who exaggerated to humiliate her further. He proceeded by using a bit more force to gape her cunt wider, literally stretching it to another level. He gripped her soft labia between his fingers and pulled them apart again and again, spreading her hole open and exposing her rich inner pink. “I’m really leaving a mark on this bitch now!” Eric mocked. “I mean, its fucking NASTY!”
His mean words stung and Jessica felt herself blushing. She was very conscious about her pussy, knowing that it wasn’t as tight anymore as she had been when she was a teenager. Ashamed she tried to struggle, but the two men had her so thoroughly pinned down by now that she was barely able to move. Helplessly she had to endure the torments of having Marc stuff her mouth with cock while Eric widened her cunt.
“Hmmmph!” her groan was muffled when Eric aimed and sent a big gob of spit on her spread pussy. The veins in her arms bulged with strain as she clenched her fists, powerless to resist as Eric used his fingers to rub the saliva in. She squirmed and twisted to avoid the inevitable, still not ready to give up, when Marc finally had enough: forcefully he pushed his pole against the back of her throat, making her gag hard and holding it there, leaving her unable to breathe. “Look at me!” he ordered, but she didn’t listen, which earned her a loud, open-handed smack, “Look! At! Me!”
The slap once again brought her back to reality. She calmed down, her fighting ceasing and she looked up at him, her big, brown eyes full of fear and shame. His glare was as cold as his voice as he spoke, his cock still lodged deep in her mouth, depriving her of any air. “We will take your whore cunt! Nothing you can do about it! But continue to resist…” he forced his cock even deeper, making Jessica retch, tears welling up and running from the corners of her eyes, “… I’ll make you regret it! Do you understand?”
With that he pulled his cock out of her mouth completely, leaving her gasping and spluttering, letting her catch her breath a little while he rubbed his slick shaft and his balls all over her beautiful features. “Oh… ohgod… why?” she moaned, squinting as he smeared pre-cum all over her face.
“Because we can!” Eric answered from down below and simultaneously he jammed two fingers into her pussy. Jessica bucked in shock, her eyes bulging out of their sockets at the forceful penetration. “Damn, this little bitch is even a little wet!” Eric chuckled, feeling a bit of moisture lubricating her hole.
“You like it don’t you?” Marc asked.
“NNNooo, NNoo, I don’t, Please!” Jessica pressed out between grit teeth as Eric began to finger her. She desperately wanted to close her legs, but she didn’t dare to fight the men, too scared at the moment. Horrified she felt Eric’s fingers slide in and out of her pussy and how the stimulation affected her body. She was quickly getting wetter! She let out a grunt when she felt a set of lips latch on to her exposed clitoris, adding to the sensations as he sucked the little, pink nub. “Uhh.. STOP! STOP, Please!”
Marc laughed as he felt her body inadvertently buck beneath him. “You want to believe you’re not a slut, huh,” he mocked before he stuffed his cock back between her lips. He gripped her head tighter and began to fuck her mouth harder than ever before, making her gag on every stroke.
Meanwhile Eric sucked her clit like a man possessed while working his fingers in and out of her cunt. She was getting wetter by the second, her body obviously responding to his ministrations, no matter what her mind said. He curled his fingers and found the small, rubbery g-spot, feeling her pussy twitch with shock as he stimulated it. She was literally dripping wet by now, her juices leaking from her cunt, down along her ass-crack until they soaked the couch.
He nibbled on her clit a little while longer, enjoying how easily he managed to turn her own body against her mind, making her cream like a wanton bitch. Then he pulled his fingers out and straightened, chuckling as he saw her lower body twitch and buck at the sudden emptiness. For a moment he watched her tits shake in time with the thrusts Marc gave her face, then he gave her exposed pussy a loud slap. Jessica bucked and shrieked against Marc’s dick, making both men laugh.
“Time for some real fun!” Eric exclaimed, moving in position and grabbing his cock around the base. He dragged his cock along her slit for a moment as a warning for things to come, then lined up with her hole. For the thousandth Jessica’s eyes widened with horror and Marc’s cock barely dulled her cry as Eric slammed home, burying the seven inches of his penis in her cunt with one powerful thrust.

“MMNNOOO!” she screamed, managing to spit Marc’s dick out, “Stop it! Take it out! PLEASE!”

Both men chuckled. “Come on, bitch!” Eric mocked, “With a wrecked hole like this I bet you hardly notice!” He began fucking her in earnest, not holding anything back. Her pussy felt astonishing, as his meat-pole was embraced by the smooth, slimy massage of Alba.

“Please, NOO!” she begged, desperately trying to appeal to their human sides, “You’re… you’re going too far… you’re taking too much from me… MMPH!”

She grunted as Marc shoved his cock back in her mouth, shutting her up. “And we’ll take even more!” he promised with an evil stare through his eyes. Jessica groaned and squealed, but could do nothing as the two men raped her from both sides, Marc’s balls hitting her chin while Eric’s testicles slapped against her asshole with every thrust.

She was in hell, violated in vicious ways like a piece of meat when she should have been respected as a businesswoman, but the worst thing was that her body responded to the actions. Her cunt was dripping wet, creaming her tormentor’s dick as he plowed her, her nipples were standing stiff and proud on top of her bouncing tits, which were squeezed and slapped mercilessly by the bald man. She looked up at the man’s partner, who was using her mouth like it was a pussy. His handsome face was pulled into an evil grimace as he sneered down at her, enjoying the emotions in her pleading eyes.

“This is any man’s dream, you know, Jessica!” he mocked, savoring the sight of the beautiful woman gagging and choking on his cock, “Treating you like some fucking porn star!” He grinned at the look of utter humiliation on the Hollywood starlet’s face, before he abruptly pulled out and climbed off, leaving her gargling and spluttering. Then he grabbed her throat and viciously squeezed, bringing his face close to hers, forcing her to look at him. ““I want you to always remember this day Jessica… You’ve never been double-raped have you?”

Her face was red, splattered with pre-cum and smeared with drool that ran from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at him, his hand clenching her windpipe shut, depriving her of any oxygen while Eric pounded her pussy. Fear arose in her stomach and she could only shake her head to answer her tormentor’s question. “It’s an experience you deserve for being so fucking hot!” Marc growled back before letting go, “Get off, Eric, I want a piece of that pussy!”

Jessica gulped in air, all fight drained out of her for the moment, her power, mentally and physically shattered. She simply lay there and took it as Eric gave her a couple of even harder thrusts before pulling out and stepping back. For a second no one was abusing her and she could catch her breath, her eyes closed, her lips quivering.

Then Eric’s fist grabbed her hair. She let out a yelp of pain as she was dragged by her hair towards the side of the couch, struggling weakly as her head was brutally pulled over the edge, so it dangled upside down. “Please…” she mewled miserably.

“Oh, just shut up!” Eric hissed and forced his cock into her gasping mouth.
“URRGH!” Jessica gagged as she was once again defaced, Eric’s shaft thrusting deep into her mouth. She saw the man’s ballsack swing and closed her eyes, ashamed, feeling his heavy nut-sack slap against the bridge of her nose. Shocked she noticed how the forced-back position of her head opened her throat up a little and she had a presentiment of what he planned.
Sure enough, instead of beginning to fuck her face Eric instead forced the bulbous head of his dick against the tiny opening of her throat, causing her to gargle and retch violently. She began to struggle in despair, trying to fight back, but the men were too strong, mercilessly holding her down.
“Come on, bitch!” Eric growled and gave her vulnerable pussy another vicious slap, “Let me in that whore-throat!” He pressed forward demandingly, determined to push in and Jessica gargled, now completely unable to breathe. The lack of oxygen finally did the trick as she opened her throat up further, allowing Eric to slide right in.
“Look at this… Jessica Fucking Alba deep-throating me!” Eric grinned and patted her cheek as he finally managed to sink his whole seven inches in her mouth, his balls now pressing snugly against her nose. He held the position for a few seconds before he pulled back, giving Jessica enough time to catch a quick breath. She coughed and spluttered violently, saliva drooling in heavy strings from her mouth, running over her face and before she was able to fully recover Eric pushed back in, again burying his full length in her poor, abused throat.
She was so focused on withstanding the facefuck she was receiving she didn’t even notice how Marc slipped between her legs and only became aware when he slapped his hard cock against her pussy. Terrified she winced and did her best to shimmy her hips to evade him, but he had her in a firm grip and mercilessly plunged his cock into her tunnel. Eric’s dick barely muffled Jessica’s shriek as her cunt was stretched even wider than before. She bucked helplessly, penetrated from both ends once more, but unable to escape the men as they began to work themselves into a rhythm, brutally pounding her entries.
After almost twenty seconds Eric pulled out again to give her another breathing opportunity, causing another wave of saliva to coat her face in thick, syrupy strands. Laughing, Eric slapped his cock all over her features again as she gasped and whimpered in humiliation. “Jessica, you know you’ll make a pretty decent porn-star one day! You’ll make millions letting guys fuck you like this!” Eric mocked the defaced actress.
“Oh… god…” she groaned, heavily rocked by Marc’s punishing thrusts, “… please… ungh… stop… oh… you’re breaking… aargh… me apart…”
Her plea just made the men harder and Marc leaned forward to fuck her with even renewed force. He caught one of her bouncing breasts between his teeth and roughly bit down on the sensitive nub. Jessica’s pained scream was again cut short as Eric plunged his dick back in. “Oh, come on, Jessica,” Marc teased, “Your creaming cunnie tells us how much you love this!”
They continued to plough her brutally for another couple of minutes, Eric barely allowing her to breathe while Marc stretched her cunt wide open, when with a sudden force it happened. At this stage, Jessica Alba was wrecked; the Hollywood sensation and global sex icon couldn’t take it any longer.
“MMMMMMMPH!” Jessica’s eyes flew wide open in horror when it all became too much. All the things they had done to her – the rough handling, the fingering and licking of her pussy, the brutal fucking that stimulated her cunt and the asphyxiation resulting from the facial abuse – caused her body to clench. Eric stepped back and watched in amazement as she bucked on his partner’s cock, twitching with involuntary pleasure.
“NNOOOOOOO!” she screamed in terror as her cunt began to milk her tormentor’s shaft, her juices spilling all over him while Marc, completely undeterred, continued to hammer away at her orgasming twat. And she came hard! For almost a minute her lithe body squirmed uncontrollably, betraying her to the men in the most shameful ways.
Finally her orgasm subsided. Defeat washed over her and her whole body slackened, leaving her lying shocked and limb beneath Marc, who gave her defeated body another couple of hard thrusts before he pulled out of her, her cunt making an embarrassing squishing sound as he slipped out.
“Can you believe this, man?” he chuckled as he and Eric looked down on the defaced woman as he quickly shed off his clothes, “Never thought you’ll get fucked so hard did you Jessica?”
Jessica lay there on the couch, gasping for breath, her head still hanging over the edge. Her body tingled. Her mind raced. How? Why?
Eric looked down at her thoroughly messy face, spit, tears and mascara mixing with pre-cum to create a thick, gooey mask that covered her fine features. “You see that shit on your face? That’s perfect make up, right there!”
She glared up at the men, her eyes wet and bloodshot. “Fuck you!” she spat, “I hate you guys!”
“Oh yeah?” Eric grinned, “Hell of a way to show it, CUNT!” He stepped forward and Jessica moaned as he rubbed her soaked, sensitive pussy, collecting her juices before wiping them over her face, adding another fluid to the mix. Jessica whined.
“Alright, lets finish her for good!” Marc said to Eric and before Jessica could protest he grabbed a handful of her brunette curls and yanked her to the floor. She groaned as she landed on her butt and struggled to follow him to keep the pressure of her scalp. “Come on, all fours now, Jessica!” he ordered, “We want to fuck you in your infamous pose!”
“Okay, okay!” she squealed, the pain of the hairpulling was immense. She just wanted to get it over with, knowing she wouldn’t escape. If they fucked her doggystyle at least she wouldn’t have to see the man raping her. Marc let go of her hair and she sighed with relief. For a second she knelt on the floor, rubbing her head to ease the pain when she noticed how the men glared at her. Quickly she decided to comply before they decided to hurt her again. Getting on all fours facing the couch, she hesitantly pushed her ass in the air, submissively presenting it to the men while lowering her head in shame.
“I can never get enough of this! Alba on all fours, in front of my very own eyes?” Marc couldn’t suppress an appreciative groan as he took in the two perfectly shaped, firm, tight, golden buttocks - begging to be annihilated. Those thoughts only reinforced by her slutty tramp-stamp an inch above her crack, decorating her ass with a bow like it was an offered present.
He knelt down to take a closer look, feeling her jump in shock as he surprisingly gently ran his fingers over the smooth skin of her cheeks before he used his thumbs to pry them shamelessly apart, brazenly exposing her tiny, wrinkled anus to his gaze. He licked his lips as he took in her appetizing third entrance, a tight, off-brown ring of muscle, looking depraved and innocent at the same time. Aiming carefully he let a huge gob of spit drool down on her asshole, causing Jessica to jump and shriek with terror as she realized what his plans were.
“NONONO! NOT MY ASS! PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT MY ASS!” she begged horrified, but she didn’t dare to fight him as he used his thumb to rub the saliva all over her starfish, instead she just looked back over her shoulder with wide, pleading eyes.
All her imploring earned her though was a loud smack to her ass that left a glowing red handprint on the perfect cheek. “Shut the fuck up, you useless cum dumpster!” he hissed before he grinned, deciding to increase the degradation of the defiled actress even further, “Now you do this yourself! Spread your ass cheeks for us!”
Jessica swallowed hard, determined not to give the men the satisfaction to cry, but her eyes filled with tears nonetheless as she lowered her upper body and pressed her cheeks to the floor, then, with shaking hands, she reached back. “Ohgod…” she whined quietly as she grabbed her golden buttocks in each hand and pulled them apart to show them her puckered sphincter, presenting herself in the most humiliating way possible.
“Wow, look at that nasty whore!” Eric gloated, loving to debase the defeated woman, “For such a shameless bitch as yourself you have a surprisingly tight butthole!”
“I… I don’t like anal sex!” Jessica mumbled, not sure why she was defending herself anymore, “I t-tried it once… It hurt! Please, don’t…”
“Shut up, you dumb bitch!” Marc interrupted her, his fingers still massaging a mixture of her pussy juice and his spit into her ring muscle, giving it a bit of preparation, “Nobody cares if you like this!”
Eric knelt down in front of her face, making her look up at him. He smiled cruelly as he saw the fear in her beautiful, doe eyes. “You know, Jessica,” he said in a soothing voice, his hand almost calmingly patting her disheveled hair, “If you think about it you owe everything you have to your asshole! You certainly didn’t get any roles because of your acting chops or because of your personality - because you have not a shred of either - but because all those producers wanted to hear you squeal like the slut you are while they made your brown eye gape. So that means all you are worth as a person is the worth of your asshole! And here is the kicker…” he grinned into her face, “We are now going to destroy that wretched, little hole! Which means that from today on you will officially be utterly worthless!”
Jessica’s eyes were wide with horror as he told her those demeaning things in a calm, almost sympathetic voice. She wanted to protest, but her words seemed stuck in her throat. She had no reply to those incredible insults he hurled at her. She was speechless.
The next sound that came out of her mouth was a loud grunt as Marc had decided to jam two fingers into her butt. Pain shot up her spine as she felt him stretch her anus, takin her last hole, completing her defilement. “Ow… oh… oww… noo…” she groaned as Marc furiously began to thrust his fingers in and out of her asshole, her anal walls grabbing him tight. Closing her eyes she could do nothing but endure the assault and hope for the best, knowing she was completely at the men’s mercy.
“Look at you, taking fingers in your ass like Sasha fucking Grey!” Eric chuckled as he listened to her whimpers, “God, you’re pathetic!” He looked at Marc. “I think she had enough preparation. Look at her! She is so desperate to get her butthole stretched now!”
Marc grinned. “Just what I was thinking!” He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself behind Jessica’s upraised butt, her hands still spreading her cheeks. With relish he placed the head of his cock against her slightly prepared, exposed pucker.
“Oh god!” Jessica mewled desperately, “Why…”
“Because you deserve it, bitch!” Marc growled and pressed forward.
“NNNNGHAAAAA!” despite her best efforts Jessica couldn’t hold back the painful scream as he forced his cock in her ass, stretching her sphincter and anal walls wide as he sunk in several inches. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she let out another loud scream as his second thrust buried the rest of his cock inside her forbidden hole, her most intimate of places desecrated.
“OWWWW!” she squealed, making the men laugh as her assrape began. She let go of her buttocks and pushed herself up on all fours to ease the angle, give her tormentor less downward force as he proceeded to pick up pace, his cock sliding in and out of her tightest orifice. She hung her head low to hide her painful expressions but her screams betrayed her. “Agh! Sto- OW- oh sh- NO!” she tried to beg them to go slower, go easier on her, but she found herself unable to form a sentence.
Marc gripped her hips, gritting his teeth as his pelvis tapped repeatedly against her butt. Her ass was tremendously tight, squeezing his cock so hard it hurt, but not enough to destroy the pleasure and joy of taking Jessica Alba’s asshole. He gave her butt a loud smack, relishing the way she tightened around him and squealed in pain. “AHHH…. STOPP… OHH.. PLEASE!...OH SHII….”
“C’mon, Jessica, let’s see that Million-Dollar-smile!” he teased, reaching out with both hands. Hooking the middle and index finger of each hand into the corners of her mouth he pulled, forcing her head back up and stretching her beautiful face into a scurrile grimace as he punished her gorgeous derriere with hard, unforgiving thrusts.
“LLLGHHIIGHG PLIIGHKGGKG!” Jessica’s plea was deformed to an incomprehensible mumble as she was forced to take the sodomy, her rectum feeling like it was about to be torn apart.
Meanwhile Eric sat down on the couch in front of her, taking a break from fucking the Hollywood star and stroking his cock to the sight of her painfully contorted face, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth clenched and bared by the smile that his partner’s fingers forced her lips into.
She was in hell, it could not get any worse. And then… it got worse!
A shocked and disbelieved Jessica Alba felt a feeling of pleasure well up behind the pain of the anal assault. ‘GOD!….. NO MORE… PLEASE!’ she thought as the feelings of extreme pain and humiliation began to mix with pleasure, sending an overwhelming cocktail of signals to her brain. Her tits bouncing wildly beneath her body, her face forced into a demeaning snarl that hurt her lips, her tormentor’s balls slapping against her plundered cunt, his cock stretching her sorry asshole beyond belief… it all combined to trigger an incredible reaction from her body. She felt an orgasm arise. Her anal rape was about to make her cum!
“Shit, man!” Eric exclaimed with an incredulous snigger as he saw a subtle change in Jessica’s behavior, “I think the whore likes it!”
Marc laughed. “Of course she does, she’s a fucking skank after all, aren’t you, Jessica? And skanks love it in the ass!” He pulled his fingers from her mouth and instead grabbed her luxurious brunette hair, brutally yanking it like reigns in sync with her ass thrashing.
“OOOHHH….. AHHHHH!!!” To her incredible embarrassment her moan was not only a noise of pain, but there was definite pleasure that filtered through. “Noo… I… ugh… I will… never… like it… Ohgod!” she protested, denying the impulses that sparked through her body as her asshole was all but destroyed.
Eric chuckled and leaned forward, slapping his shaft against her defaced features. “Say what you like, your body doesn’t lie!” he told her, “And your body says you are a whore who likes her ass fucked!”
Jessica was about to reply, about to tell him that it was not true, to tell him to Fuck off for the millionth time, but when she opened her mouth all of a sudden she could not make a noise. Her eyes widened further than ever before and her jaw slackened in shock as her body clenched, her anus trapping Marc’s shaft balls-deep inside her rectum. Her pupils darted around in terror for a moment before her eyes rolled back in her head as the first anal orgasm of her life rocked her world.
“Aww! Look at you, you dirty, lying bitch!” Eric mocked, “Cumming! Like! A! Whore!” he accentuated each word with a hard slap to her face.
“Shit, you should feel her ass right now!” Marc laughed, “She is milking me so hard, the greedy, little slut!” He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips again. Her arms shook for a moment under the weight of her upper body before they collapsed, her head hitting the floor with a ‘thud’.
“AWWHHHH GOODDD!” Jessica gasped for air when the contractions of her muscles finally subsided enough for her to breathe again, her head spinning heavily as the result of her unwanted pleasure. How could this happen? She felt Marc pull his cock out of her ass, felt her sphincter quickly pull tight again.
“Oooh…” she groaned feebly as he brought his hand down on her butt cheek hard before stepping back, leaving the groggy starlet in a face-down-ass-up-position.
“What a pathetic piece of trash!” he gloated, stroking his cock at the sight of her reddened asshole that still clenched and unclenched rhythmically in the after-shocks of her orgasm.
“Yeah, I told you she was just a bimbo! Everyone knows that,” Eric grinned, pushing his foot against her plump lips, “Suck my toe, you disgusting skank!”
“MMMHHHH,” her power to fight drained out of her, she couldn’t muster any more resistance. Obediently she parted her lips and let the mean man’s toe slip into her mouth, barely slobbering it.
“You disgraceful set of holes! Imagine if Cash knew about this…. Do you think he likes the idea of you getting raped?” Eric sneered as he felt her soft tongue. He started to move his foot, toe-fucking her warm, wet mouth. She didn’t even react, just letting him proceed to degrade her. In her mind there was no way they could do anything else to her, they had already taken everything! She just wanted them to be done with her.
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“Ungh… ooh… uh… hah… oh…” Jessica grunted and gasped as Eric’s cock slammed into her cunt from below. After giving her a short break the two men had ordered the slender brunette actress to get up again and straddle the bald businessman, who sat on the couch. Tired and wobbly she had complied and under the steady stream of demeaning things they hurled at her she had sat in Eric’s lap, allowing him to slip his cock back in her warm, juice-soaked twat.
For a while he had allowed her to ride him while he amused himself with slapping and kneading her ass cheeks, but she was weary and after she had slid her wet pussy up and down a couple of times at a slow pace Eric had had enough. He had grabbed her waist tightly with both hands and held her in place as he began to pound her vagina hard. At any other time the rough fucking would have made the ‘Sin City’-actress yelp and scream, but all she could muster now was a series of moans and grunts as her tits bounced wildly in front of the man’s face.
Meanwhile Marc watched from a few feet away, catching his breath as he watched his colleague destroy Jessica Alba’s pussy. He squeezed the contents of a small bottle of lotion he had found in her purse into the palm of his hand and spread them over his cock while he enjoyed the show of how her buttocks bounced as they tapped against Eric’s lap, revealing quick glimpses of her tiny, defiled asshole, which had puckered up to its previous size again. If the bitch thought they had done everything to her… then she was in for a surprise!
“Ah… ngh… fck… ooh…FUCK…!” Jessica flexed her jaw, her head thrown back as she took the pounding. Knowing that the worst was over helped her. She was so sore, yet she still felt pleasurable jolts run through her body as he took her. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to endure another unwanted orgasm…
“Fuck… How many dudes have you fucked? How could anyone enjoy this loose twat?” Eric growled, stopping the thrusting and pulling her down, so he was lodged balls deep in her vagina, “Mark, come on, help me out!”
“Huh,” Jessica moaned, opening her eyes and looking down at him in confusion before she glanced back over her shoulder. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw Marc standing right behind her with a sinister grin on his face and she understood what they had in mind. The shock brought new energy into her tired body. “NNNOOO! Come on guys… PLEASE! Not that! I can’t… handle it! You will break me apart! PLEASE!” She tried to push herself up and off Eric’s lap, but he just wrapped his arms around her and held her down.
“Are you really that stupid to think that you won’t get DP’d?!” Marc chuckled as he squatted down to line his cock up with her asshole again, “This is happening, so deal with it!”
Jessica struggled desperately, but Mark placed a hand on the small of her back and held her in position as he pushed forward.
“NOO…. Dear God... NOOO!! PLEEEEAAASE! OH GOD, NO… NO… NO!!! GOODDDAAAAARGH!” Jessica squealed helplessly as her backdoor was again impaled and Marc’s cock forced its way in. The lubrication helped and slowly he sank into Alba’s already fucked asshole, filling both her first and secondary fuckhole simultaneously with more than fifteen inches of man meat.
Jessica wouldn’t have thought it was possible to be so full of cock! She felt both her holes being stretched to their limits, only a thin wall separating the two dicks violating her. For a moment she was paralyzed by the fear that the men would tear her apart, that their cocks would squeeze her insides, but when Marc slowly began to thrust in and out of her ass the worries dissolved into thin air. She had feared the pain of being penetrated by two men, imagined that it would be excruciating, but now she was shocked to find out that instead of pain she felt like the pleasure radiating from her pussy was multiplied by the cock up her butt, that despite the circumstances, she found that her body loved to be DPed.
“Oooooh…” she let out a throaty groan, her hands searching blindly for something to hold on to as her body was overloaded by painful and pleasurable sensations. Finally her fingers clawed themselves into the couch’s leather cushions, squeezing them tightly to master the feelings as Marc pumped his cock in her ass faster and faster while Eric joined in, adjusting his thrusts to her pussy to mimic his partner’s rhythm.
“Yeah…. Baby. That’s how it’s done!” the bald businessman grinned, one of his hands lingering up her body to grope and fondle her swinging tits, “I bet Cash love squeezing these, doesn’t he!?”
Jessica was reduced to a moaning mess, unable to reply as these horrible men gave her more pleasure than she had even experienced. Unladylike grunts poured from her mouth and there was nothing she could do to stop it as her world was flooded by endorphins.
“Fuck yeah…. BITCH!” Marc hissed close to her ear, his cock now punishing her asshole at a furious pace. Determined to force one last orgasm out of her he yanked at her hair, forcing her back into a vicious arch and smacked her face and tits with his free hand.
“GAHHHH… OHHHH… AHH… OHGOOOOOD!!!” squeaked as for the third time of her ordeal her holes contracted and a wave of unwanted bliss set her body ablaze. Her orifices, filled with fifteen inches of fuckmeat, clenched down hard and hungrily squeezed the cocks. Then her world faded to black and Jessica, overwhelmed, slipped into unconsciousness.
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Slowly Jessica came to, though she was still heavily disoriented. She felt herself lying stark naked on a soft couch, her legs spread out, her whole body feeling sore. “Mmmh,” she let out a pleasurable moan as she felt lips and hands roam over her body, kissing and worshiping her breasts, toned stomach and her gaping pussy.
“Hah!” she let out a gasp as a pair of lips latched on to her swollen clit, nibbling and sucking the sensitive flesh.
“Don’t worry Eric, she’s conscious enough to know what we are doing!” Mark said…
The voice rang clear in her head, blowing the fog from her mind and bringing back the memories of her predicament, the fear, the pain, the humiliation, the… pleasure. Slowly she opened her eyes to see the two naked men kneeling over her, playing with her naked body. “Goddd… Enoughhh! Guys.. No more!” she moaned, lifting her hands in a weak attempt to push them off, but they weren’t even bothered. Instead Eric slipped two fingers into her pussy, savoring her reaction as she shuddered at the sensation.
“You know, Jessica!” Marc’s voice almost sounded gentle as he kissed her stomach and looked into her eyes, “Glad you came around. We were just discussing were we would dump our load!”
Her eyes widened when she realized she still wasn’t through. “Please…” the word slipped from her lips even though by now she knew it was useless.
Marc chuckled. “Come on, Jessica!” he lightly tugged her nipple with his teeth, “We made you cum three times. It is only fair that you do something for us… So, where do you want our baby batter? In your cunt or your asshole?”
His words were enough to wake her up completely. Fear rising in her gut she sat up a little, desperation in her eyes. “Please, please, PLEASE not down my holes, please!” she begged, placing her hand on Marc’s arm, trying to appeal to him, “Don’t, please! I… I’ll suck you off, okay? I’ll suck you off and you can shoot your wad all over my tits! Or my face! Cum all over my face and make me messy… please?” Hopefully she stared at the men as she spoke the humiliating words. It might be degrading, but she couldn’t bear to have them cum inside her.
The men laughed at her self-demeaning plea, making her face blush. They looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement. “Fine! Fine! Fine!” Marc smiled and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You blow us like the skank you are and swallow every drip we give you!”
Her heart skipped a beat. “S- swallow?” she gasped, a lump in her throat, “No, No, please! Don’t make me do that! I can’t! I have swallowed it before, please! I’ll throw up! Anything else, PLEASE!”
Amused, Eric shook his head. “So anything else? Fine…. Perhaps the cunt? What do you think Marc?”
He had only been semi-serious, already planning to plaster his sperm all over Jessica Alba’s beautiful facial features, but seeing her reaction changed his mind. The slender actress went pale. “Oh god, no!” she whined, terrified, “That’s even worse!”
Marc chuckled. “No to this, No to that? What the fuck Jessica… You know you don’t get a say in this!”
“But no…. you guys can’t... You don’t understand!” she babbled, in her panic saying whatever spilled out of her mouth, “You see… Cash and I… we… we’re trying for a third child! Ever since we got married, I stopped the pill... so the only time he cums inside if we chasing a child! Even Cash rarely creams in me!”
The men looked at each other, surprised by the starlet’s inconsiderate revelation, and sinister grins spread over her faces as they both had the same thought. Before stating the obvious out loud, Jessica threw another line in.
Please, I’m begging you guys!” If you came in me, god knows… I’ll probably end up pregnant!”
“Alright,” Marc said to Eric, “Let’s breed the bitch!”
The look of pure horror on Jessica’s face was priceless as his words sunk in. Her worst nightmares were coming to life. “FUCK, NO, NO, NO, FUCK NO, NOT THIS!” she yelled and with the power of despair she jumped up and dashed for the door, trying to get past the men. She didn’t care that she was naked, that her face was smeared with all kinds of fluids; she just needed to get out of this room, away from these men - at any price.
However, Marc was too quick and too strong. The good-looking businessman caught the actress as she tried to escape, wrapping his arms around her waist and trapped her. She struggled and squirmed as she lost her footing and was lifted high into the air and screamed as he brutally slammed her down to the floor, the impact of her back on the carpet knocking the wind out of Alba momentarily.
Before she knew what was happening Marc knelt above her head, his legs pinning her arms to the ground, leaving her immobile. “NOO!” she yelled as he leaned down over her and grabbed her legs and despite her fierce struggles he pulled them towards himself, further and further, until he had bent her in half, her toes against the floor and her knees beside her ears, trapping her with her butt raised high in the air.
“HELP, STOP IT!, GUYS…. I REALLY MEAN IT!” she grunted, still doing her best to fight the physique of her male counterparts, but she was worn down after all her ordeals and Marc showed little trouble holding her down in the degrading, yet revealing position.
With wide eyes she looked up at Eric, who stood over her and stroked his cock with a wide grin, enjoying a perfect birds-eye view of both her cunt and her asshole, shamelessly presented by her awkward posture.
“DO IT AND I’LL KILL YOU ERIC!!” she yelled, doing her best to squirm, but she could hardly move. He ignored her completely as he squatted down and guided his cock into her upraised twat, sliding in with a loud, forceful “UGGGHHHH!!”
“NO…PLEASE ERIC, ON MY FACE… I’LL SWALLOW… OR EVEN MY ASS, PLEASE, ANYTHING, ERIC NOOO!” Jessica grunted as he began fucking her in hate, rapidly picking up pace as his sole goal was to squirt his baby batter into breeding tunnel of Hollywood’s finest woman. His downwards thrusts drove the air from her lungs, reducing her screams to gasps and every time he pushed in his ballsack slapped against her exposed asshole, further reminding her of every shameful detail of her ordeal. Finally it was too much. She couldn’t hold back anymore as she felt tears run down over her face as she began to cry. “PLEASE… ERIC… PLEASE…” was all she still managed to blubber out.
“Oh, look!” Mark chuckled, “The skank is bawling! She’s in tears!”
For Eric the sight of his victim’s breakdown was enough. With a last couple of prompt but tough thrusts he pulled out and for a moment hope glimmered in Jessica’s eyes, but it quickly turned to shock as he reached down and forced two fingers of each of his hands to expose her breeding pussy wide, spreading her battered cunt, exposing the diameter of into her rich pink hole.
“Harrgh!” he groaned loudly as he aimed carefully, the tip of his cock an inch from her stretched open twat, and exploded.
“Nooohooho!” Jessica watched horrified as the bald man shot jet aft jet of thick white cum into her defenseless vagina, filling her breeding tunnel with baby batter.
“Jeeeez!” he grunted when, after twelve shots of potent sperm, his orgasm subsided. Once he had finished blasting into her exposed hole, Eric made things worse by shoving his penis inside, one last time ensuring every drip of his baby matter would get its chance.
“Nooo…..” Jessica was horrified. The bald man had shot his set of thick, pale batter into her defenseless vagina.
“OHH FUCK! That.....felt…..absolutely….. epic! ” Eric grunted. He finished by sending a big gob of spit down her hole for good measure before stepping back and collapsed on the couch, never more satisfied in his life.
Marc let go off her and Jessica’s legs bounced back to the floor. “Oh god…” she closed her eyes and cried, her hands clasping her forehead in disbelief. “Why did you have to do that, Eric?.... Why?”
“Shut up, CUNT!” Marc growled without sympathy as he moved between Alba’s toned slender legs for one final time. “OHH NOO….. MARC, PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS…. PLEASE! ” Jessica looked at Marc in a blur of tears, “Please?... I beg you.. PLEASE, MARK!!” She weakly tried to push him off, but he wasn’t bothered.
Mark hopped on top of Jessica once again as he begin to bury his cock inside her over-flooded cunt. With Eric coming back towards the pair and holding Jessica in place for one final time, Mark proceeded to spread open the Sin City star’s legs. It was here, for the last time Jessica knew she was getting it, and there’s nothing she could do. Lying flat on the ground, legs opened supported by Marc’s own strength, the businessman plunged inside with an initial rough thrust and proceeded to fuck Alba missionary style. “Never did it occur that you would get gang raped tonight before meeting us, right, Jessica?” Marc grunted, looking her deep in Alba’s eyes as he pounded her. With every thrust he shoved inside her cunt was so full that drips of juice and batter oozed out. “YOU WANT TO CARRY MY CHILD? DO YOU, JESSICA!! DO YOU??”
”NO… NO… NO….ARRRGHHHHHH she whimpered with every thrust as visions off becoming pregnant from this ordeal shot past her inner eye while she felt his body clench above her, the sensation of warm batter finally shot inside her womb, filling her up so much, Jessica’s vaginal leaked even more so than before! After Marc fired, he literally collapsed on top of her.
For a moment they both lay there, catching their breath, Jessica sobbing softly while he still shuddered in the aftershocks of pleasure. After a while Marc rolled off of the Hollywood star, his cock slipping from her pussy followed by a small stream of cum that dribbled down her ass crack and onto the floor.
“Ohgod…” Jessica cried, tears running over her cheeks as Marc grinned satisfied. She was absolutely speechless. He reached over and roughly squeezed her breast a final time for good measure.
“You know,” he said, still wanting to mock the abused actress further, “I wonder when you’re pregnant…. Will Cash ever know about this?”
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” Jessica screamed through her tears and abruptly sat up, anger and hate in her eyes, “I’m going to make your life miserable from now on! I’m reporting you guys to the cops!! I don’t care anymore! You bastards won’t get away with this! You need to get what you deserve…”
“Shut up for a second, will you?” Eric interrupted her tirade with a cocky smile, “You see, we have this whole place rigged with cameras… We have footage of you from every angle, stripping, cumming from getting fucked in the ass, cumming from being double penetrated, begging for a facial… you make one dumb move on us and the whole thing will be leaked to every celeb gossip site, to every porn site, we will fucking broadcast that shit all over national tv if you piss us off! And with all the footage we have it will only take a little computer magic to make it look completely consensual… You’ll be a bigger scandal than Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian and Jennifer Lawrence combined! Every nerd on the planet will jerk off to HD-close-ups of you getting your slutty asshole wrecked! So, Jessica,” he got up from his chair and squatted down right in front of her, staring her down, “Will you be a good, little whore?”
Jessica looked at him, horrified by the picture he had painted. She would never be able to survive that. All of her co-stars, friends, family seeing her like this? It would ruin her! Shamefully she lowered her eyes and nodded.
“Say it!” the bald man demanded, lifting her chin to force her to look at him.
“I… I will be a good, little whore,” she mumbled in a shaky voice, all the fight gone from her eyes.
“Great,” he gently patted her cheek, then straightened and helped Marc to his feet.
One after the other the men took a quick shower and redressed while Jessica just sat on the floor, still butt-naked, staring blankly ahead as she felt the two sticky loads splattered in her pussy.
While Eric collected the multiple cameras that were scattered across the room and put those in a suitcase Marc pulled a bottle of champagne from the mini-bar. “You know, Jessica, “he stated while he uncorked the bottle, “Since you worked so hard for it we decided we would give you the contract… it’s signed already! All that’s missing is your autograph!” He smiled when Jessica looked at him in surprise. He poured a glass of champagne and walked over to her, offering the glass. “I think this means we should celebrate!”
She stared up at him, not sure what was on his mind, but after a few seconds she understood that to get this over with she would have to comply. At least the contract was secured… With a shaky hand she reached out for the flute, but at the last second he pulled it away. She looked at him in confusion.
“Sorry, this is mine,” he laughed and quickly downed the alcohol, then tossed the flute across the room. “This is yours!” With that he lifted the big bottle over her head and tilted, pouring the bubbly contents down on her, soaking her from head to toe. Jessica began to cry again as one and a half liters of cooled sparkling wine ran all over her abused form, matting her hair and burning in her eyes, in one last act of humiliation.
“Next time, bitch,” he told her, “I will fuck you with the bottle!”
With that he turned around and the two businessmen left the suite, leaving the defaced starlet behind.
Jessica sat on the floor, naked, champagne-soaked and crying for another half hour before she mustered the strength to drag herself into the shower where she spent another hour scrubbing her body under the searing hot water.
She dried herself off and collected her clothes, not surprised to find that her bra and panties were missing. She dressed and re-applied her make-up before she walked over to the little table where the men had left the contract.
She sighed with relief when she saw that the men had indeed signed it, giving her the solace that her ordeal hadn’t been for nothing, but that relief quickly vanished when she saw that they had added another clause.
“Honest co-founder Jessica Marie Alba binds herself to meet with the investors on a monthly base to present and discuss current developments!”
Horrified she read the small sentence again and again, unable to believe it. She sat down in shock. If she wanted the contract she would commit herself to monthly abuse, would have to be theirs to do with as they pleased on a monthly basis… Slowly she picked the sheet of paper up and, swallowing hard, she tore it up into little pieces, discarding them in the bin before she quickly left the suite. She couldn’t be their plaything. The deal had failed!
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