Bryce Dallas Howard

"I know exactly who to choose," Christina says with a wicked, devilish smile. "Do you know Bryce Dallas Howard?"

"Oh, I'm familiar," you respond. "Offering up another ginger in your place? I thought you guys stuck together."

Christina giggles softly. "Normally, yes, but she's been taking a lot of parts from me lately, so I'm positive she wouldn't mind another." She suggestively squeezes your perma-hard dick as you two exit the car. "I mean, that should have been me in Jurassic World. Wouldn't you rather see these titties bouncing around than her wide ass?"

"I mean....in her defense, it is a pretty nice ass," you rebut. You had personally fired off a few loads thinking about taking the 'Argyle' star from behind. "Didn't they have to Photoshop it down for the Jurassic World poster?" The two of you proceed down a pathway that leads around the back of the mansion.

"That is just a rumor, it is not THAT big," Christina says with a resigned sigh. Even if it was just a rumor about Bryce's distracting posterior, you wouldn't mind doing a thorough investigation. And you might be imagining things, but it seems as though Christina is swaying her hips more as she walks, reminding you of her own sizeable rump. Lost in thought, you don't snap to until you two round a corner to find a party in full swing.

There's a long buffet, and a very active and crowded bar area with high tables placed around the yard for people to gather. No one seems to notice the two half-naked people that just entered their presence as you two meander around, searching for Bryce. "Ugh, you'd think it'd be easy to find her fat ass in this crowd," Christina loudly grumbles. "Just wait here, I'll go look inside."

You shrug and grab a drink from a nearby table as she walks away. Taking a look around, you spot more than a few other potential targets. You noticed Jennifer Lopez, and Eva Longoria chatting in line for drinks. Across the way, former Maxim cover girls - Jessicas Alba and Biel - were trading phones, laughing with each other. You could find a way to entertain yourself if Christina was gone for a while, it seemed.

However, you soon notice a bright plum of red hair standing alone and looking out over the Hollywood Hills below. I guess she was out here this whole time, you think, throwing back what remains of your stolen drink and making your way over to Ms. Hendricks elected stand-in. She's wearing a black tank top and a tight pair of jeans that reveal Christina may have been right: her ass was smaller in person. Nevertheless, you reach out with both hands and grab two healthy handfuls, squeezing tightly as you press against her, eliciting a surprised "Oh, wow!"

"I've been looking for you," you say, feeling the firmness of her ass between your fingers as she turns to see who is groping her.

"Well, I think you found me," she replies glibly. "Is there something I can - ah- help you with?" She winces as you continue to grip her ass through her jeans, fingers digging in as best they can through the denim.

"Actually, yeah," you reply, releasing her ass and turning her by the hips to face you. "I haven't cum in like 20 minutes and it's killing me." Your hardening dick as it slaps against her leg as she turns, leaving a small trail of precum as it goes.

"Oh, well, we can go inside and take care of that," her green eyes stare deep into your own.

"Nah, right here is fine," you bluntly reply, grabbing her shoulders and quickly pushing her to her knees.

"Oh, well, OK then," she says, ambling down into a kneeling position. She looks from your dick and back to you for final confirmation as you nod aggressively. Slowly leaning forward, she gingerly opens her mouth and envelopes your leaking tip.

"Finallyyyy," you moan, ready to enjoy another expert blowjob from a famous redhead. She starts slow as you allow her to set the initial pace. There will be more than enough time for you to have some fun with her, might as well take it slow and enjoy. She sucks somewhat hesitantly at first, perhaps unsure if anyone is watching. She goes down slowly, tongue barely moving as it slides along the underside of your shaft. Her mouth is a perfect circle, sliding down your length. Her pace is barely a crawl, but you can feel the saliva building her mouth as she lets is cascade down your cock.

As it drips from her mouth, her hand reaches up to make sure it reaches the base. Sucking and slurping all the while, you can't deny her skills; the woman knows her way around a cock. Her pace picks up a little as her hand and mouth work in tandem. Her head and neck begin to twist and turn, cascading her hair around her shoulders.

SHLUP SHLORK SLURP! Your dick is dripping wet now, and she sucks in earnest, cheeks hollowing and lips tightening around you. Just as you start to drift off into a lust-fueled haze, you hear a familiar voice behind you. "Just couldn't wait, could you?"

Christina has returned, and with another, 3rd redhead in tow? "Wait, who's that?" you ask, confused.

"This is Bryce," Christina says with a giggle, as she watches you realize your mistake. You look down at the auburn-haired beauty pleasing your cock. "So, who are YOU?"

She pulls back off your cock with a loud, exaggerated pop. "I'm Jessica Chastain," she replies, continuing to quickly stroke you. "You weren't looking for me?"

"Oh shit!" you say with a laugh of your own. "Well, I've made worse mistakes."

"So, should we leave you two alone or are you coming with us?" Christina asks.

A tempting offer to be sure, but it would be rude to leave Jessica without a parting gift for her work so far, right?