He fucks Jessica's ass

Jessica’s throat tightened. He was less asking her for permission and more telling her what he was going to do, yet she somehow couldn’t bring herself to protest. Their dynamic had shifted so far at this point that he was fully in charge. With the photos he had just taken he had her in the palm of his hand and the idea of being so totally under this almost-stranger’s control gave her a wild thrill.

"Les belles salopes aiment se la prendre dans le cul," Pierre growled as he set the camera aside and instead grabbed the small paper bag Jessica had received from the Vogue interviewer. Reaching inside, he produced a small, elegant bottle of fancy massage oil, then tossed the bag back onto the table. She watched him with her large, beautiful doe eyes as the stout, hairy man squeezed a healthy dose of oil into his palm as he approached her.

“The secret of anal sex are two things!” he explained as he set the bottle down on the couch within his reach, then rubbed his palms together to warm the oil a little, “Relaxation and lubrication!”

Jessica’s heart raced as Pierre positioned himself right behind her. She felt anxious excitement, but remained completely still, like a deer in headlines, hissing a gasp as his strong hands made contact with her butt.

“Relax, Jessica!” Pierre’s voice was soothing as he began by massaging the supple musculature of her glutes, giving them a glistening sheen and easing her into the action. He could sense her nervousness and was determined not to rush things. Soon, he felt her settle a little, melting away under his skilled hands and he began letting his fingers linger a bit more towards the center. Despite her initial reservations, the actress basked in the worshipping of her booty, soon cooing and moaning with pleasure as his fingertips began to dance across her wrinkled opening. Smirking, he grabbed the bottle of oil once again and let a thick stream squirt at the little blue bow tattoo at the top of Jessica’s ass-crack, allowing it to dribble along the valley and across her forbidden hole. She gave a gasp that sounded as much of pleasure as it did of surprise. Despite briefly clenching up tight when he rubbed her opening with his thumb, another calming reassurance got her back to relax, allowing him to slowly work the first digit past her sphincter.

“There we go!” Pierre grinned with triumph. He began thrusting back and forth, working the viscous lube into the intoxicated actress’ asshole, gradually pushing deeper.

Jessica grunted. She had closed her eyes and dug her fingers into the thick leather cushions of the couch as she endured the Frenchman’s efforts. Aided by the THC, her entire mind was focused on the strange sensation. Herr backdoor had been largely off limits until now and the crazy shudders that now ran through her body were completely alien in a good way. That thick finger skillfully fucking her ass felt deliciously forbidden, adding to the surprisingly intense, physical sensation. To her own surprise, there was hardly any pain as Pierre took his time, adding lube several times to keep the motion nice and easy until he finally had worked his entire thumb in.

“How does it feel, Jessica?” he asked, admiring the goosebumps that had formed all over the actress’ flawless skin, which was still shiny with oil.

“Mmmh, good…” Jessica moaned.

“What was that?”

“It feels so good!” she repeated, louder this time and with a huge smile on her face.

“Exactly, bitch!” Pierre smirked. Pulling his thumb out of her hole, he gently ran it along her lubed-up rim, teasing her a little before placing the tips of his fore and middle finger against her opening. “Dumb sluts love it in the ass…”

The crude words hardly registered in Jessica’s brain as before she had processed them, Pierre pushed forward and his two well-lubed fingers **** their way into her butt. She bucked, overwhelmed by a mixture of sharp pain and immense pleasure, but Pierre’s free hand held her by the hip and he didn’t let her escape as he stretched her with his digits.

“Arrrgh!” she gasped, struggling as he proceeded with a bit less carefulness, but she had nowhere to go. Soon, the Frenchman had worked the tension out of her and she relaxed, feeling the sting dissipate and being replaced by pleasure.

“Yes, beautiful,” Pierre’s soothing voice encouraged her as he felt her ease up, allowing his fingers to work back and forth. Coaxing the tension away bit by bit, he was soon able to thrust deep and hard into her ass, mimicking a fucking motion as Jessica’s guttural moans got louder and louder. As she had ceased her struggles. His left hand was freed up and he swiftly slid it in between her legs, pressing his thumb against her little clit. A powerful shudder shook her frame and immediately her cries turned an octave higher as he synched the stimulation of her sensitive nub with his thrusting into her ass.

He knew she had no clue how she had gotten herself into this situation, but she wasn’t so **** that she’d black out. She’d remember all of this, was going to live with the memory for the rest of her life of how she squealed like a little whore as he fingered her ass.

Loving the effects of his actions, he worked the helpless actress into an absolute frenzy, using the full extent of his skill until she was screaming at the top of her lungs. She was unable to handle it, overwhelmed by what he was putting her through with the guests in the neighboring rooms surely being aware of what was happening.

“Aaargh! Aaaah! FUUUHUUUUUCK!” Jessica screeched, completely helpless.

Then he suddenly stopped. Disoriented and caught off guard, she almost choked on her own screams, bucking backwards against the empty air as her holes suddenly clenched around nothing. She didn’t have to wait at all, however, as she received a hard, flesh-jiggling smack to her buttock, then her hip was grabbed. She was still out of breath, her body covered in sweat as she felt Pierre position himself behind her and press the thick head of his cock up against her tiny sphincter. She didn’t protest, instead she kept completely still and let it happen.

“Sale pute!” Pierre spat through clenched teeth as he grabbed his thick cock around the base and pressed forward. For a moment, nothing happened. He could feel her wrinkled opening resist, not letting his lubed-up cock inside. Then, he felt her sphincter slowly yield against the pressure, stretching to give way. Jessica gave a cute little squeak, once again experiencing a pang of pain. However, after the thorough preparation she was getting the hang of it and managed to relax and allow the pain to wash over her as the thick, rounded head of Pierre’s cock slipped past her sphincter.