Jessica gets a Make-over Part II

„AAI-AH-AH-UH-AH-AH-AH!“

Stefan smirked at the series of small, girly moans that escaped Jessica’s lips as he fucked her roughly from behind inside the cramped space of the changing room. He just couldn’t get enough of this girl’s pussy and, to be fair, it seemed her pussy could not get enough of him.

Immediately as they had entered all eyes in the seedy adult store had turned towards them, more specifically towards the golden-skinned, scantily dressed beauty he had dragged in after him. It was only afternoon, so the dimly lit store was still sparsely populated, but a handful of nerds, pervs and shadow-dwellers were scattered across the store, looking for something to satisfy their twisted desires.

When Jessica realized that she was the undivided center of attention she had acted quickly, lowering her face and letting her hair fall to provide some cover, hoping to God none of the losers inside had recognized her in the shady light.

In contrast to her shyness, Stefan seemed to relish the attention. Changing his grip from her upper arm to her butt he quickly led her through the store, greeting the fake-titted blonde woman in her forties who worked the counter with a nod and a grin before focusing on the merchandize.

Jessica had kept her gaze low the whole time, feeling the eyes of those customers on her, undressing her as she was terrified of the prospect of being recognized while Stefan had picked several items of the shelf. In fact, she didn’t even see what it was he grabbed, not daring to lift her eyes until he had dragged her into this small changing room where a flimsy, dirty curtain was all that separated her from the greedy stares of the perverts outside.

While Jessica was usually very capable to speak up for herself and stand her ground even against some powerful men and women in the Hollywood industry (usually when shooting down attempts to talk her into doing nude scenes) the last couple of hours had derailed her off that track and she meekly complied as he ordered her to take off her ankle-boots and didn’t even speak up as Stefan tossed the finely crafted, expensive boots into the cabin’s trash can, taking away the last pieces of the outfit she had left the hotel in barely two hours ago.

Her cheeks reddened when she was handed the replacement. While the cowgirl-boots had been sexy, cute and stylish, the ones Stefan had picked out for her could only described as hooker-boots. Shiny black leather, the shafts reaching a good four inches past her knee with terrifyingly thin, four inch long heels. To be fair, they matched her tight, black top, but that was all that could be said about them.

As Jessica sat down on the changing room stool to put the slutty things on she was more than aware that she was providing Stefan with a perfect view up her way-too-short skirt, inadvertently showing of her little pink pussy, and once she had managed to squirm into the boots she stood shakily on the thin heels. Despite her years walking red carpets all over the world in sexy, slim heels, these provided a serious challenge to her sense of balance.

“Perfect!” Stefan had whispered, while she was unable to meet his eye. He had then grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her towards the dirty, full-length mirror (she didn’t even want to think about the origin of those smeared, white-ish spots), making her look at herself.

It absolutely was a matching outfit, nobody would dispute that! Ironically, the piece of clothes that hid the most of her body were the boots, her top and skirt showing sinful amounts of thigh, midriff and cleavage.

‘SLUT’ she had read the letters written over her tits. Anyone seeing her like this wouldn’t doubt it.

“Just a little accessory…” Stefan had whispered, wrapping a thin band of studded leather around her petite throat, locking it tight. Jessica hadn’t protested, just watched in horrified amazement as she had allowed him to turn her into a slut, his hands sliding down her curvy body as they admired her in the mirror.

“Time for a little test ride…” Stefan had whispered, kissing the side of her neck while his fingers slowly rolled that slutty white skirt up exposing her pussy and ass.

“No, wait…” she had finally managed to protest, “There are people outside!” Nonetheless she had offered no resistance as he pushed between her shoulder blades, bending her over.

People could hear them, would probably even see the curtains move if they did this right there! She knew it, but nonetheless she had pushed her butt out towards him, offering her pussy like a bitch in heat. When he had impaled her he had found her soaking wet!

He fucked her hard and fast and while Jessica tried her best she just could not stop herself from moaning with pleasure as his smooth cock hammered her pussy. She braced herself against the cabin’s wall, hands on either side of the mirror and watched herself get fucked roughly.

Stefan had pulled her top up to once again expose Jessica’s tits and now he groped and squeezed her swinging breasts as he took her. “Kleine Ficksau!” he hissed at her and Jessica looked up at him through her tussled hair, desire and shame in her eyes as he tweaked her little nipples.

He felt the cum rise in his balls and he did not care to fight it. This was a sprint, not a marathon and while he was aware that everyone knew what they were doing it would just not do to make this thing last any longer than it had to.

Jessica let out a gasp when he pulled out of her pussy without a warning, then she squealed with shock and pain when he jammed his cock up her asshole. She had been fucked there only half an hour ago and his cock was plentifully lubed up by her pussy juices, which allowed him to **** his cock inside, though just barely.

Her sphincter squeezed tightly around the head of his cock, both her mouth and eyes gaping widely with shock as he came, squirting his second hot load up Jessica Alba’s rectum, giving her a cream-filling.

Once he finished they both froze like this for a second, the head of Stefan’s cock stretching Jessica’s tight anus, both of them breathing heavily while Stefan’s hands roamed over her smooth ass, caressing the warm skin, squeezing it slightly.

“Oh my… fuck…” Jessica gasped as she felt the cock slip out of her butthole, leaving it filled with two big loads of jizz.

“This tight, little asshole of yours is quickly becoming my favorite cumdump!” Stefan smirked, making Jessica blush with his crude words, “Though I’m worried that I’ll leave it too loose to keep all that cum in…”

“But don’t worry, I have a solution!” Jessica swallowed, just regaining her breath, her mind racing as she heard the cracking of plastic as Stefan opened a small package, another item he had grabbed.

Her eyes than grew wide and she almost flinched away when Stefan grabbed her left buttock with one hand and spread her open before pressing something cool and smooth against her butthole, pushing it in.

“Aaaah!” Jessica squirmed and grimaced as she felt her asshole expand to accommodate the object, before it all of a sudden almost automatically slipped an inch deeper, her ring muscle now tightly sealed around a slimmer part.

Stefan then pulled her skirt back down and mentioned for her to stand.

Jessica straightened awkwardly, the filled feeling in her bum a strange one. She turned around, one hand gingerly feeling her own butt.

Stefan held up the packaging with a grin. “A buttplug!” he explained, laughing when he saw her shocked face. “Don’t worry, it’s a nice one! Even got a nice, red crystal worked into the base… Also there is this…” he held up a small remote control, but before Jessica was able to bring out a word he flipped a little switch and a current shot through Jessica’s body, her eyes bugging comically as the small, foreign object stretching her backdoor buzzed to life and began to vibrate, almost making her stumble forward into his arms.

Stefan laughed at her speechless shock and turned the device back off. “Fun, isn’t it? Now…” almost gently he straightened her shirt, which had still exposed her tits before he pressed the empty package along with two price-tags into her one hand before putting a few Euro-notes into the other, “I want you to go out there and pay for that stuff!”

“No, wait…”

Before Jessica could formulate a sentence Stefan yanked the curtains to the side and pushed her out of the cabin, once again leading her with a firm grip on her butt while his other hand was in his pocket, toying with the remote control.

“H… hello!” Jessica spoke up as she approached the register, getting the attention of the fake-titted older blonde, who looked up at her with an amused sparkle in her eyes.

“Hey there…”

Jessica’s ears burned as she realized that this woman had most definitely heard what had happened inside that changing room and the knowing grin unnerved her. It got even worse when she placed the price-tags on the counter, not knowing what to say.

The woman’s grin widened as she picked up the tags and she gave Jessica a wink before she scanned them, reading them out loudly for everyone in the store to hear.

“One pair of boots, model ‘Fuckpuppet’ in black…”

“… one leather collar, model ‘Happyslave’ in black…”

“… and one vibrating butt-plug, model ‘Anal Bitch 1000’” she lifted the empty packaging for everyone to see before shooting Jessica an amused look. “Couldn’t wait to try that one out, huh?”

Laughter arose from several sides in the shop as Jessica’s face burned.

“That all?”

Before Jessica could speak up Stefan jumped in, silencing her by flicking the plug to life as he addressed the blonde. “One more thing, Sandra. You still offer these make-up-sessions, right? Could you give my friend here a face to match her outfit?”

The blonde’s grin widened as she fixated Jessica. “Sure do!”

-

When Stefan led Jessica out of the shop half an hour later the starlet was truly unrecognizable. Her hair was now tied into a short French braid that dangled between her naked shoulder blades, a hairstyle that Sandra had called a ‘whore-handle’.

Also, the blonde had applied a ton of make-up, thick, dark-red lip-stick as well as a big layer of black eye-shadow. When Jessica had looked into a mirror she had been shocked, but Stefan, Sandra and the rest of the patrons had assured her that she looked perfect.

On the plus side, wherever Stefan would drag her next, looking like this surely nobody would recognize her as Jessica Alba!