One Night in Jessica Alba

CHAPTER TWO -- Phone Sex

Two months had passed without any issue. Two crazy months of promotion after endless promotion. Yet, all of Paris thoughts had not left the images of Jessica cute little tits and her ever so soft nipples, that needed to be sucked constantly. She often times found herself fingerfucking, while going to various party locales in Las Vegas and New York. The thought of calling Jessica was always tempting, but the girl kept her busy by sending countless photos of her in tight blue bikini on the set of INTO THE BLUE. Paris half-wanted to drop everything that she was doing to get there, but she knew she couldn't. She couldn't risk the chance of being busted unless Jessica absolutely wanted to.
Then it came suddenly. Jessica was actually calling her.
"Hey, hot sexy mama," Paris said, pulling down her top exposing her pink nipples, allowing them to harden in the back seat of the limo.
"Hey yourself," Jessica said. "Wanna do me a favor?"
"What would that be Jessie,?" Paris said, speaking the name variation that only boyfriend's of Jessica's could use.
"Can you come down to the set and fuck my brains out?" Jessica asked.
"Jessie...you know I've got things to do...parties to be at...."
"Don't worry about it then," Jessica said, tempting anger. "Just know that my cute little ass is almost naked every day and when I'm on set, getting wet, I'm thinking of how much I need your tongue licking away at my pussy juices."
"Jessie, that's so hot," Paris said, toying with her nipple.
"Paris, are you playing with your tits again?"
"You know it, Jessie," Paris returned. "I can't not play with my tits while I'm on the phone with you."
"Baby, can you save it until you get here?"
"No, Jessie...I need to get fucked NOW!!!!! Talk to dirty to me you bitch!"
"How bad do you want it!?!"
"Now, BITCH! NOW!"
"Fine then...I'm in my trailer just listening to music. There are about twenty people outside. All watching the movie being shot. I'm in nothing but a little blue thong and a bikini top. I'm willing to take them off but I need something first."
"What, Jess?"
"I want you to describe what you would do to me, now."
"Jess, Jess, I'd watch you wiggle that ass of yours until I couldn't take it anymore. Then I'd grab those cheeks, squeeze them and pull you down into my arms. I'd catch a feel of your tits in the most naughty of ways, but letting my hands slide all the way through your top until I can feel your nipples."
"What would you do to them?"
"I'd play with them! Making them harder until I make you drop your top!"
"Paris, you're making me wet here."
"After that, I'd push you down onto the bed. Ass up in the air, so I spank you relentlessly. Oh such a great ass!"
"Spank away, spank away! I'm enjoying each hit! Making my pussy that much wetter."
"After each hit, I would massage those cheeks then kiss my way around them. Making sure that tight little ass of yours was taken care of. As I continue to kiss you, I move up your body and unsnap your bikini top allowing it fall to the bed. I grab your tits again but this time, I pull you into a hard embrace!"
"Keep going! I'm needed some serious pleasure here!"
"I pull back and take off that bikini bottom. Then I just dive into your pussy. Eating you until you can't take it anymore."
"How's that tongue working it's way?"
"It does it's magic, Jess. It opens up your pussylips, kisses them and enters the groove. It moves around rapidly finding your clit, forcing you to scream my name!"
"Oh Paris! Paris! Paris! Paris! Paris! Keep working that tongue! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it good!"
"I stop for a few second and insert three fingers in you and thrust and thrust and thrust!"
"I'm your bitch, Paris! I'm your BITCH!"
"Causing you to cum all over my fingers, which I delicately taste with each individual finger leaving you with nothing. But now, Paris wants her pussy fucked. You game for it!"

The door instantly opened and there stood Paris in a tiny thong and no top whatsoever.
"Yeah, baby, I'm game."