Riled-up starlet

„Nggh… fck… oh… nnnh…“ Jessica whimpered, her eyes closed in bliss as the vibrations of her small, but powerful vibrator coursed through her body.

She was lying on the damp sheets of her hotel bed, on her back. The small, dark blue tanktop was pushed up above her breasts, bunched around her neck to expose her bare tits, jiggling as she squirmed with pleasure while the black cotton panties she had worn hung now from her right ankle as she played with her own pussy.

She just couldn’t help herself! Three hours had passed since Robert had dropped her off at her hotel, ending her seedy little mishap after he had thoroughly taken advantage of her. But it had taken less than five minutes after making it back to her own room that Jessica found herself squirming. The day’s activities had left her riled up to a shocking degree!

Three hours on her own… and Jessica was currently working on her fourth self-induced orgasm!

First in the shower. Before she even really knew what he was doing she felt her own fingers wander, travelling down between her thighs to play with her bare cooch. As the hot water washed over her body Jessica used two fingers to fuck herself to release, her mind focused back on the **** she had been made to take over the day.

Afterwards, for a brief couple of minutes she had almost believed she had taken care of her needs. But after toweling her nude body off and stretching out on her big bed to relax just for a few minutes she soon knew that wasn’t the case. Minutes later she was squealing into the palm of her own hand, trying her best to keep the noise down as her sore pussy gushed all over her fingers.

Then, as the feeling of satisfaction slowly subsided she had drifted off to a little slumber, only to wake to find her own hand once again buried in her snatch. Only then had she remembered her trusty little pocket rocket. The small, silver vibrator that she carried in her purse whenever she was on a trip, always supplied with a fresh set of batteries.

"Fuck... ooooooh!"

The little bastard had proven its worth numerous times over the years, dutifully taking the edge off whenever needed. She had lost count of the nights of peaceful sleep it had provided her, a satisfied smile on her full lips.

Now it was at work again, the shiny silver tip gleaming with a coating of her pussy juices as she guided it slowly up and down her slit, teasing her sensitive cunt lips before rewarding herself with a little presure on her engorged clit.

"Oooh!" she gasped, her brow furrowing with pleasure as sensations ran through her body. Her feet lifted off the matress for a few seconds as a big wave of joy rolled through her. Her free left hand was lying on her chest, groping and squeezing at her exposed tits while her right hand guided the vibrator back down through the drenched groove of her pussy.

In her mind, images of the day flashed vividly, the memories fueling the fire inside her pussy. Getting fucked - properly fucked - and used by two strangers who, she had to shamefully admit, had made her their bitch and made her love it.

She huffed, her cute nose scrunching as she remembered how Stefan had cuffed her hands behind her back and fucked her, making her take his cock with no mercy, turning her into his personal cocksleeve.

The vibrator dove further down, leaving a slimy trail of cunt slime across her taint and Jessica let out a hissing breath as the buzzing toy pushed directly against her puckered asshole. She pushed a little harder, sending waves of pleasure up her clenched backdoor, making her toes curl. She really had enjoyed the old cabbie licking her there, his tongue and lips worshipping her tiny bumhole!

Her left hand moved up from her heaving chest to her cheek, lightly touching the spot where she had been hit and had received the most shocking realization of the day. She liked being smacked around! The slaps she had received to her ass and even her face today had not been the playful swats she had received to her butt sometimes by other men, they had been full-****, rough open-palm hits that stung and hurt... and she had liked it.

A whimper escaped Jessica's lips, the vibe again pressing down on her clit, with intent now. She was a pain-slut!

The thought increased the pleasure even and her butt lifted off the bed as her throaty moans got louder. I'm a pain-slut!

"Fuck! Yeah!" she groaned, eyes squeezing as she tossed her head from side to side, hairs sticking to her sweaty forehead as she felt the imminent release. I'm a pain-slut!

The muscles in her stomach rippled and her free hand came back down to grope her chest and roughly pinched her left nipple.

"I'm a pain-slut!" she audibly squeaked as she came, her body bucking furiously on the bed, making the mattress squeak as Jessica Alba came hard, hastily grabbing a pillow to silence her further squeals.

After she had calmed down Jessica lay on her bed, feeling her heart race, her breath going hard. Her body was soaked in sweat. Slowly she opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

"Fuck..." she muttered, realizing that it was not enough!

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Jessica felt a nervous flutter in the stomach as she walked down the crowded streets of Amsterdam's world-reknowned red-light-district. To her left and right all kinds of sordid establishments offered their services and people of all shapes and sizes moved along, with curiosity and need in their eyes.

She had to come here! Had to see it for herself!

As she moved, she got quite a few looks, though she was confident that most minds would be too occupied to notice who she was.

She had not packed to dress slutty, but going through her suitcase she had found something as good as any slutty dress with a much better denial factor!

The dark grey yoga pants were by far the tightest piece of cloth she owned, hugging her legs and mound and grabbing her firm butt so tight it clearly showed her ass-crack in the most sinful of wedgies. To pair this she wore a black sports bra, which actually was a size too small, pushing her tits up and together in quite the spectacular show. As she had left the hotel she had covered herself with a dark blue hoodie, but now that she was at this symbol of sin she had unzipped it and let it hang open, allowing all passersby to see her tight stomach and plunging cleavage.

As she had entered the red light district she had also inched ´the yoga pants down a bit, brazenly showing off the blue bow-trampstamp as well as the edge of the tiny pink g string she wore, the sluttiest underwear she possessed, in a true fuck-me-display.

If need be it would take her less than five seconds to turn her skanky attire back into an - admittedly revealing - workout outfit, complete with white sneakers.

In case anyone managed to tear their eyes off her body to her face she had decided to mask herself a little bit, using her big sun-glasses as well as a black cap reading "I LOVE AMSTERDAM" which she had bought in a small souvenir shop. She had also grabbed a small gym bag she now slung over her left shoulder. Inside were a hundred bucks in cash, her passport and phone, a few condoms as well as a spare set of clothes, a wide, white shirt and grey sweatpants, in case anything was to happen to her current set.

At first she had worried that her masking would draw attention, but as she wandered the streets she cam across several people in similar get up. Apparently wanting to experience the red-light district without being recognized was something not only world-famous actresses did...

With a spring in her step Jessica walked down the street, ready to get into a bit of trouble...