Mark is calling to check how the meeting went

“Hey, Jess,” Mark’s voice on the other end of the line was cheerful as usual.

“Oh, h-hey Mark,” Jessica swallowed hard. Swiping a few loose strands of hair behind her ear she closed her eyes to try and collect herself, but found that the room was still spinning. After the brief jolt of clarity, she felt herself slide back into the haze. Not only that, but the surge of adrenaline now mixed into the cocktail of hormones currently racing through her system and seemed to double the potency of the rush. She had to concentrate to get her words out. Was she slurring or was she imagining things? “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to check in, see how your meeting went…” Mark chirped, totally oblivious to her turmoiled state. “Pierre’s quite the character, huh?!”

“Yeah, yeah, really well, thanks. We had a few drinks and I am back at my room now,” she rambled. None of it was a lie, making the words easier to get out as she tried her hardest to focus and keep her handle on things.

“That’s great, Jess, really! If Pierre liked you, I feel like we really got our foot in the door on that one. Really great job, thank you! Now, tomorrow when you come back to the states you have a stopover in New York. It would be really beneficial for us if you could use that time to…”

She was about to groan, already feeling the cursed tenseness cutting through the relaying state of her being when suddenly, without warning, the phone was ripped from her hand.

“Wha…” startled, she spun around, her eyes going wide with surprise when she found Pierre standing right in front of her and in her personal space. He cut off Mark’s next assignment with a swish of his thumb, then tossed her phone aside carelessly. Jessica didn’t even have the time to protest as he stepped in closer and grabbed the back of her head firmly with both hands. She let out a muffled squeak of surprise when the Frenchman closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers.

Caught completely off guard, the actress didn’t even protest and let it happen as she was passionately kissed. Her mouth opened almost on instinct, letting his teasing tongue inside while she stood bolt upright, utterly overwhelmed by the moment. She could hear herself moan, amazed by how much her own voice sounded like she enjoyed it, but even while she was surprised, she felt her body melt into the kiss. His touch was amazing, his strong hold of her smaller, womanly body made her feel in ways she hadn’t felt in years, her pussy tingling. She felt dominated, yet in her current state of mind, it was a wonderful sensation and her eyes fluttered closed in bliss.

Jessica wasn’t sure when the switch flipped, but soon she found herself kissing the Frenchman back, her tongue working itself into a frenzy. Somewhere, her sluggish mind had simply given up trying to fight what was happening and the actress found herself giving in to her most primal instincts. Even while she knew that this man was taking advantage of her, that she had fallen into his trap, she couldn’t find it in herself to stop. Feeling him push her, he turned them around then slowly led her backwards towards the bed, never once breaking the liplock. She gave a muffled moan, knowing where this was headed, yet simply allowed him to **** her backwards until her calves hit the side of her bed. She fell, grunting softly as she hit the mattress and Pierre followed her down to land on top of her.

She simply lay there on the bed, arms sprawled out over her head, enjoying the sensations that coursed through her body and letting him have his way with her. As he kissed her, his free hand travelled up and down her body, caressing her curves gently before he moved to cup her breast. A squeak slipped from her mouth as his touch suddenly turned decidedly rougher and his fingers dug into her soft, malleable flesh. She wasn’t usually into being dominated, yet now she couldn’t help but bask in the moment when Pierre’s other hair firmly grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, exposing her sensitive neck to his hungry kisses. She suspected that his weed had something to do with it as well, but it was hard to deny that the groan that she gave as he nibbled on her throat was full of pleasure.

“Aaah!” she squealed, eyes widening when his fingers hooked into the neckline of her top and he unceremoniously yanked it down, exposing her left tit completely. Her arms came up, she didn’t even know what she was going to do, but it was a moot point anyway as Pierre had anticipated her move. He caught both her wrists with his free hand and pinned them to the bed above her head, reducing her to watch helplessly as his lips trailed kisses across the silky-smooth, caramel skin of her cleavage. She whimpered as his tongue reached her perky, dime-sized nipple. He circled the small areola teasingly, causing it to pucker up before sucking the whole nipple into his mouth. Jessica gasped and bucked at the sensation, then squealed when he used his teeth to send a sharp bolt of pain through the sensitive flesh.

“You love this, don’t you?!” Pierre hissed as he feasted on the helpless woman. With one hand pinning her wrists to the bed and his mouth latched onto her stiff nipple, his other hand was free to roam. He could feel her petite body shiver as he wasted no more time, sliding his fingers down across her flat, feminine belly and beneath the waistband of her silken suit pants. Her breath hitched as his fingers slid over her mound, searching for a way into her panties before he realized that she was wearing a bodysuit. She gave him an awkward, apologetic smile that was wiped off her face in a flash as Pierre simply hooked a finger below the cotton and unceremoniously pulled it to the side to give himself easy access to her slit. It was his turn to give her a smile as his lingering digits traced across a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair right above her clit before they made direct contact with her slit, finding her small inner lips hot and wet to the touch. He winked up at Jessica. “Je savais que tu étais une énorme salope!”

The Latina gave a girly whimper, face flushing with a mixture of shame and arousal. She didn’t know what he had said, but she had made out the word ‘salope’, faintly remembering it to mean ‘slut’, so she could hazard a guess that he was calling her something dirty. Yet those thoughts and any other thought were gone in a flash when Pierre wasted no more time pushing a thick, strong finger between her folds, sliding them along her wet groove without entering her, tingles shooting up her spine.

Jessica mewled, her thighs twitching with raw excitement. She could hear him chuckle, laugh at her, but it didn’t matter as at the same time his finger massaged her sex, quickly finding her good spots and targeting them. She lifted her legs and spread them apart to give him more space, somewhat aware of how pathetic she was acting. Yet it was completely worth it as Pierre proved once again to be talented with his fingers, teasingly massaging the outer regions of her dripping twat. As he did, the pad of his thumb found her clit. She let out a little scream as the Frenchman expertly coaxed her hood back, making direct contact with her pink button to rub it in small circles. Twisting on the sheets, she found herself not trying to break free, but instead angling her hips to offer him easier access to her pussy. She was so wet that she could hear the sounds his fingers made as they slid along her slimy lips, adding to the embarrassment as well as to her excitement at the situation. It was all incredibly raw, his tight hold pinning her down, his hungry growling in her ear, his fingers expertly rubbing her pink fuckhole. It all mixed with the heady highs of the tequila and the THC into one of the most intensely sensual experiences of her life.

Then, he let go of her. She gasped out loud, eyes going wide in shock and she bucked against the empty air as Pierre suddenly withdrew his hands from her and stood. Wide eyes full of pleasure and confusion she looked up at the man who towered over her, who had been well on his way to making her cum in record time. Just as she wanted to utter a word of protest, however, he moved to grab her pants by the waistband with both hands. An embarrassing squeak escaped her when he roughly yanked. Not even bothering with her belt or zipper, the passionate Frenchman simply ripped her pants down over her hips and thighs until they tangled around her ankles, binding them together like a set of restraints.

Breathing heavily, Jessica watched on as he pushed her knees up to her chest, folding her double and putting her in a rather helpless position as he easily controlled her with one hand keeping a hold of her bunched up pants as she felt completely **** and exposed.