Stripped Slut

Panting heavily, Jessica lay draped over a trash bag, her mind racing as she tried desperately to catch her breath, to fix her scandalous state of dress, to at least regain a smidgen of modesty… but she was too weak! Her orgasm seemed to have sapped all strength from her limbs for the moment and she could do nothing but lie spread-out on this pile of stinking garbage, her shirt pulled up over her face, her naked butt high in the air…

In the ass! She had allowed this man, this stranger, to fuck her in her asshole!

The shock and shame came hard even as pleasure was still coursing through her body and she felt the blood rush to her head, heating her skin. “Ohgod…” she whispered silently as she felt her formerly virgin sphincter contract, felt a small, warm dollop of semen run down her left inner thigh. In the ass…

Stefan grinned as he looked down on the small pile of shuddering flesh that was supposed to be a glamorous Hollywood actress, proud of his handiwork. He could still scarcely believe his luck! He had only met her a few hours ago and just now he had sodomized Jessica Alba in some dirty Amsterdam alleyway! It was surreal!

With the way she was positioned he was in a great spot to admire her bare butt and he took the opportunity to inspect the actress’ bumhole, which twitched shyly in the aftershocks of pleasure. Kneeling down he heard the exhausted starlet only give a small whimper of protest as he grabbed both her buttocks in his hands and unceremoniously pried them apart to give himself a better view.

“… please…” he heard the girl feebly mutter, but he simply ignored it, instead licking his lips and enjoying the sight of her used rear entrance. She was still very tight, one good assfuck didn’t change that (he’d have to put some more effort into that) but it was nonetheless easy to see that she had just been sodomized. Her puckered hole was slightly reddened and sore, twitching every couple of seconds in the aftershocks of release and it still gleamed slightly wet, no doubt filled to the brim with thick, white cum!

Just to amuse himself he placed both thumbs on either side of her hole and used them to spread the hole just a little bit, causing another small droplet of creamy semen to drool from her anus. He grinned as he felt the actress shudder at the sensation.

Moving quietly as to not attract her attention he then quickly pulled a small digital camera from the side pocket of his bag, turning it on, thanking God that he had had de-activated all sounds on the device beforehand and congratulating himself for the decision to pay a few extra hundred Euros for a better quality camera. He brought it up close and quickly snapped a series of ultra-close-up-pictures of Jessica Alba’s freshly fucked asshole as well as some of her soaking wet snatch before moving back a little to capture both holes along with the famous bow trampstamp above her crack. While the tattoo would not hold up as a proof of her identity in court, everyone who saw it would nonetheless know whose orifices this were!

Finishing up with a final full-body-shot of the disheveled, slumped-over beauty he slipped the camera back into the bag just as quickly and quietly as he had produced it and turned back to Jessica.

“Hey!” he called out, almost gently.

He saw her turn her face slowly, though her shirt still obscured her features.

“Come here!” he whispered, grabbing the starlet’s shoulders and pulling her back off the pile of garbage, making her kneel on the dirty cement with her back to him. She swayed slightly and he had to keep a hold of her to keep her in position, though he used that for his own advantage as he reached down with both hands and firmly squeezed both of Jessica’s naked tits. The actress moaned as she was fondled and turned her shirt-covered face up with what he assumed was a pleading look. He responded by pinching her nipples.

“Do you know what a ‘Dreilochstute’ is?” he asked, using his grip on her nipples to lightly shake her breasts. Jessica’s reply was a moan, but he saw her slightly shake her head.

“Word by word it means ‘three-hole-mare’!” he chuckled, “Mare is used in Germany like ‘bitch’ in English. Means a slut who takes it in all three holes! In her mouth, her cunt and in her ass! Sounds familiar, Jessica?”

From beneath the shirt came a shameful moan, then a nod. Stefan smirked, kneading the golden tits roughly. “What are you, Jessica!”

“A Dreilochstute!” the reply came silently and shaky.

“What was that?” His fingers dug into her breasts.

“A Dreilochstute!” she repeated, louder this time, her back arching against his hands.

“Louder!” he demanded, delivering a loud smack to the side of her right tit, making the poor, distressed girl cry out.

“A Dreilochstute! I am a Dreilochstute! Please!” she squealed loudly, **** to please.

“Very good,” Stefan muttered, satisfied with her submission, stopping to **** her boobs to reach into the bag again.

“… please…” Jessica began again, kneeling on the concrete, “Can I get up…” Her whole body froze as she felt cold, hard steel press against the warm skin of her tummy, then slide down beneath her skirt. Before she realized what was happening there was a loud ‘SNAP’ and suddenly her bunched-up denim skirt fell away from her hips and to the alleyway’s floor, leaving her officially bottomless.

“Wha…” Before she was able to voice a complaint, before she was even able to understand fully what was happening, the pair of scissors slid beneath her top and another quick cut made the white garment fall away from her face, hanging in shreds, the straps over her shoulders ripped just as fast as a widely grinning Stefan pulled it away, leaving the starlet stark naked in the alley, save for the pair of boots.

Shocked, Jess found the strength to stumble to her feet and away from the German, looking down her naked body with wide eyes. “What the hell?!” she gasped, instinctively moving her arms to cover her modesty as she glared at him.

Stefan smirked at the rather pointless attempt to cover up, then shrugged as he tossed the shreds of the top and skirt onto a pile of trash. “The wrong outfit for where we are going!” he smirked.

“Are you fucking MENTAL?!” Jessica was seething at the man’s audacity.

“Relax!” Stefan calmly reached into his bag, “I have just the outfit for you right here…”

Jessica’s eyes went wide as he produced what he apparently intended for her to wear.