Lamarck wants some one-on-one time with Jessica

Jessica was dropped onto the bed like a discarded plaything. She rested there, eyes still closed, while listening to the others. She could overhear the men talking amongst themselves.

“Yo, Lamarck, we good now. Take off!” Beezy stated gruffly.

“Nah, B…” the younger man denied, “Remember I said I needed some alone time with Ms. Alba here… that means not having to look at your ugly ass the whole time!”

Jessica could feel Lamarck’s hand caressing her ass. She felt like a toy being fought over by the two men. She didn’t appreciate being objectified, but did enjoy being desired enough to be fought over. She continued to listen in on their discussion.

“I don’t need some old dude getting up in my business when I’m fucking. This ain't no peep show! I want some privacy with this fine bitch!” Lamarck argued.

“Hah! You already had your fun with her, boy. Blew your load twice already! I’d be surprised if you have anything left in the tank!” Beezy said with a grin.

“I got enough to last me another couple of hours, old man… Just long enough for you to get back to the old folks home and pick up your prescription dick pills for when I’m done,” Lamarck shot back.

“Hah, as if I need pills for that…” Beezy grunted in reply.

“B, if you don’t give me the alone time we agreed on, I’ll just tell Fiddy what you did…” the young man reminded the elder. The thought of what Fifty’s reaction would be to finding out that he had stolen Jessica for himself sent a chill down the large man’s spine. It was the only reason he’d allowed the young upstart in to begin with. As much as Beezy detested sharing with the hoodlum, he was better off letting the kid have a taste so that he could enjoy the whole meal afterwards.

“I’ll give you one hour,” Beezy counter-offered.

“Shit, B… I need some time to clean her up and get her ready first… two hours. You won’t even see me when you get back! I'll be out of your hair...” Lamarck grinned at his comment, taking extra pleasure in seeing Beezy’s annoyed reaction to the thinly veiled insult.

It seemed that they had come to an agreement though. Beezy wiped off and started to dress. “I’m coming back in an hour and you'd better not be here…I’ve got plans for the day and they don’t involve you.” he said to Lamarck. He looked down at the naked, cum soaked starlet and smiled when their eyes met. “I’ll see you later...” Beezy said as he finished buckling his belt and popped on his shoes. He then pointed to his watch as he eyed Lamarck, “Your time starts now!”

The large man turned and left the hotel room to the two on the bed.

“Well, baby girl, looks like it’s just you and me,” Lamarck told Jessica as he brushed her chin. His tone had softened notably compared to his confrontational manner with Beezy.

Jessica sat up, feeling her courage build up from the drop in aggression. “So, why would I want to do anything with you?” she asked, testing him.

Lamarck smirked his self confident grin and laid back so that his impressively sized serpent was in plain view. “Girl, you know you like the feel of this inside you. Let’s have some more fun while it’s just the two of us.”

A small grin formed on Jessica’s lips as she gazed over at the big black appendage. She was sore and spent but the idea of that thing stuffing her up from the inside was still nastily appealing. Lamarck took her staring as a sign she would stick around and said, “How 'bout you dress up in something nice, so I can unwrap you after?”

“Shouldn’t we wash up first?” Jessica asked, not wanting to dirty her wardrobe.

“Shit yeah, hah! I forgot about that!” Lamarck said, looking at his own cum soaked body. “I don’t want Beezy stank on me when I’m giving you the goods. Let’s take a shower first!”

The two took a quick shower together. The stall was small, so they had to take turns standing in front of the shower head to get water. Jessica was first, letting Lamarck rub her down and clean her off. It was a welcome respite from the rough play they had just had and gave the golden skinned Latina a few minutes to recharge. Lamarck’s fingers were gentle. They smoothly ran over her wet skin with finesse, revitalizing her sex drive in the process. When they reached down to her honeypot, she could see a trail of white cream leak down her leg. She was filled to the brim with cum in both holes and it felt devilishly good. She let the evidence of her slutty behavior wash down the drain as much as she could, then cleaned herself off and turned her attention to her showermate. Jessica bent down to let tall black man take the water spray. She ran her hands up his chest, washing his front with the same sensual grace he gave to her. Lamarck’s dick perked up in appreciation and she paid special attention to it, polishing it clean. Before they could get any further, Lamarck shut off the water. It was time to play dress up for him.

They toweled each other off and headed back out. Lamarck pulled off the stained sheets and hopped on the bed. Jessica rooted through her luggage to find an outfit that would look good for him. When she had originally packed for this trip, she didn’t think to bring anything sexy, but was now kicking herself for the missed opportunity. Maybe she should go shopping later. From what she had now, Jessica pulled out a few choices for him to pick from.

The first item she picked out was a string bikini. It was a modest one but easily showed the most skin of all her options. She held the top up to her chest and the bottoms over her crotch and turned to Lamarck. “How about this?”

Lamarck stroked his chin with one hand and his cock with the other. “Hmm… very nice. I’d love to see you on the beach in that. What else you got?”

Putting the bikini on the dresser as a ‘maybe’, the modeller dug out her next item. It was a small top with a long maxi skirt that started from her hip and stretched down to her ankles. She held the clothes over her naked body and turned to Lamarck again.

“Mmm… love watching that sweet ass turn around,” Lamarck noted appreciatively before he assessed the skirt ensemble. “That would look pretty sexy with you walking down the street.” then nodded for the next outfit to be presented.

Jessica put the skirt away and picked out the third option. A silky top with string shoulder straps, matched with a pair of tight blue jean shorts. The nude tinted top almost blended with her skin, making it appear like she was topless if not for its glossy sheen. She turned to Lamarck to get his take on it.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Lamarck said, openly stroking himself as if he were just watching all this on television. “I can already see your nips poking through that shirt! What’s next?”

Jessica made a mental note of her nipplage in the silk top; either as a warning or a reminder, she wasn’t sure just yet. She put the ensemble away and picked up a patterned romper for her next item. It was a one piece outfit resembling a short sleeved blouse and shorts, put together with an elastic band at the hip. The top had a low cut ‘v’ that would give her ample cleavage. The pattern was almost like that of a diamondback snake. Lamarck took a minute to appreciate the look and said, “That’s definitely a contender. One more, babe, we on the clock!”

The Hollywood starlet glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed. Twenty minutes of the hour Beezy had alloted them had already passed. She picked up the final item and held it up to her breasts. It was a light and breezy, flower printed summer dress. The fabric was paper thin and she could make out her skin tone through the lighter colors. Normally she would wear garments underneath, so wasn’t sure how much would be showing if she wore it bare. Lamarck seemed to appreciate the prospect though. “That’s the one!” he called out, “Put it on!”

Jessica obliged. She lowered the gown so that she could step into it, leaning forward to do so.

“Slowly….” Lamarck added. He was stroking himself at a slow, smooth pace as he watched the show.

Jessica smiled and took her time, giving her audience a good view of her bending over. She dipped one foot in the dress, slid it part way up her knee, then stepped in with her other foot. Like a reverse showgirl, she smoothly lifted the dress up her legs, letting her body shape it like a second skin. Standing upright, she raised the dress over her hips while her eyes trained in on Lamarck. Her hips waved from side to side hypnotically as the fabric covered her belly and moved up to her chest. She slid the thin straps over her shoulders and adjusted the summer dress as sensually as she could, rubbing and feeling her body through its thin fabric. The dress clung lightly to her body, hanging loosely on the sides. Her observer nodded in approval as he eyed her soft curves being hugged by the material.

“Give me a twirl,” he said, spinning his finger in the air. His other hand remained on his massive cock which had reached its peak rigidity.

Jessica stood on her tiptoes and spun a pirouette. The skirt swung freely around with her, raising up to reveal more of her thighs. It continued forward with the momentum, then bounced back. It was a flirty dress. Jessica leaned on the dresser and popped out her ass, arched her back and turned to look at Lamarck seductively. Resting with his back to the headrest, Lamarck licked his lips and curled his finger for her to come closer. The girl in the flower dress turned and walked toward the bed, jutting her hips with each step. Her eyes bared down on her target with primal determination. She put one knee on the bed’s edge and climbed on top. The dress got pinned under her knee and yanked back, causing her to stumble. The embarrassed seductress giggled into the mattress over her flub, and lifted her skirt over her knees so she could crawl better. Lamarck chuckled at the faux pas and smiled as Jessica got back into character.

Crawling with more control, Jess emulated a panthress on the prowl. She bent low to the bed, facing forward. She moved in with an arm and opposite leg, stepping sinuously toward her prey, making sure to keep her dress' skirt above her thighs. Step by step, she closed the distance until she was upon him. She lifted her head up, giving him a quick flash of her breasts under the low cut top, and sat up on her knees. Jessica angled her head and planted a kiss on the black man’s lips. He reciprocated and placed his hands on her to feel the Latina’s warm body through the filmy fabric. Jessica could already feel his hands groping her breasts through the material and her nipples were rock hard. They jutted into the summer dress, threatening to pierce the fabric as the man’s hands dug under her skirt and felt up her naked body underneath. She felt him rub her thighs and reach around her ass. He groped her cheeks, causing her to let out a soft moan into his mouth. Her own hands found their way around the young man’s muscular back, tracing the curvature of his delts.

They released their lip lock with Lamarck still clinging to Jessica’s lower lip. It sprung back when he let go, leaving only a trail of saliva between them that soon collapsed as well.

“Why don’t you go on and suck my dick now, baby girl?” Lamarck suggested, nodding his head down to his groin. Jessica licked her lips, cleaning off the saliva, then turned her attention to the true object of her affection.