Unspoken Pleasure

Jessica swept off her wraparound designer dress, revealing only a garter-belt and stockings, plus of course her drop-dead-gorgeous body and said, “I’m fucking horny and I want someone I can use for a bit.”

“Okay,” was all I could muster, as I stared at the body of an actress I admired, although she had gone a bit too Miley Cyrus since she’d turned legal and began trying to break free of her squeaky-clean Disney image.

“Stop staring and get licking,” she ordered, as she sat on the other edge of the couch from the fisting and spread her legs.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“S-s-sorry, I stammered, realizing she was right: I was staring.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her completely shaved pussy. As I licked, I realized she also perfumed her pussy, as the scent of strawberries lingered.

“That’s it, lick my pussy,” she moaned, as she grabbed my head and held me in her wetness before she added, “I’ve been checking you out all night.”

Hearing that a huge celebrity who’d just spent 30 million on an auction for a live-in lesbian had been checking me out was flattering, although part of me realized the obvious: she wanted to have me serve her before I served her rival Brittany.

Of course I was fine with either theory, maybe they were both true. The important part was that I was licking Jessica Jones’s pussy! Add that to the fact that I’d already been between Governor Greene’s legs and would undoubtedly be performing between Brittany Banes’ in the near future and I had quickly become, in my brief time as an out and about lesbian, a celebrity pussy pleaser.

I don’t know if I was that good, which seems unlikely, or she was that horny, which tasted like a good bet, but in a couple of minutes she began grinding her pussy on my face and I just kept my tongue extended and tried to please her as best I could as she fucked herself on my face.

She squealed, similar to the high-pitched voice she’d become famous for on her popular television show, as her cum flooded onto my face. Only a little of it hit directly on my tongue as she’d used my entire face, forehead to jaw, to get herself off.

When she let go of my head I eagerly focused on lapping up her cum, wanting to savour every last drop.

As she looked down at me, she told me, “Now that bitch is stuck with my sloppy seconds.”

I felt used, but I didn’t say anything, instead licking a little more cum out of her pussy.

“You may go now,” she said to me still lying there as if I were an expendable servant and she were a Caesar. It pissed me off. Even after the humiliating treatment I’d put up with from Karen and Sabrina, this was different.

I stood up, glared down at her and quipped, “So the tabloid stories are true.”

“Pardon?” she asked, surprised by my tone.

“That you’re a pretentious, selfish bitch,” I responded.

“How dare you!” she gasped.

I don’t know what came over me, well yes I do, it was a sudden unexpected rush of dominance that overwhelmed me as I straddled her on the couch, lifted up my skirt to reveal I was sans panties, grabbed her head and shoved it in my pussy just like she’d done to me. I ordered the stunned bitch, “Get licking and get me squealing.”

For some reason I knew she would obey, that she was a sheep in wolf’s clothing, as she began licking me.

A second rush coursed through me at the thrill of being in charge, of demanding and getting what I wanted. I held the twenty-million-a-picture diva between my legs as she licked me. Obviously she had licked a lot of pussy before, as she was really getting me riled up rather quickly.

The diva teased my clit, parted my pussy lips, and used her tongue like a tiny cock.

The position however was awkward for me and although her tongue felt great, I knew I wouldn’t get off like this.

I let go off her head, turned around and plopped back on the couch and ordered, “Now get back here and eat my cunt, slut.”

I didn’t know if calling her a name would end this brief power shift, but it jumped out before I even had time to realize I was saying it.

She rolled over and willingly moved back between my legs. This time though, she moved her tongue down to my asshole and started licking that.

The Jessica Jones was licking my asshole!

My surreal life had taken yet another surreal turn.

I looked around and saw that Ashley was busy between Governor Greene’s legs while a large woman in a pink corset was fucking her with a strap-on.

Around the room women were eating women, women were fucking women; it was indeed a complete lesbian orgy.

The Jessica probed my puckered asshole for a couple of minutes before she moved back to my pussy and licked.

My orgasm built quickly this time, the fact I was dominating Jessica Jones, that I was in the middle of a wild orgy and that the entire night had been a stimulating kink show, all contributing to it.

“That’s it, slut, suck my clit,” I demanded, this time it being my turn to grab her head and hold her deep in my pussy.

She obeyed, flicking on my clit like a snare drum as I closed my eyes and allowed her to trigger my orgasm. When it went off, my cum flooded onto the famous actress’ face. She, like I had, lapped up as much cum as possible throughout the orgasm.

Once I let go of her head, she sat up, and kissed me.

I kissed her back, surprised by the intimate act.

But once she broke the kiss, she slapped me hard across the face and snarled, back in her wolf bitch persona, “Little girl, don’t you ever fucking call me a slut again!”

She then marched away as I lay there bewildered and still coming.

I looked over to see Ashley now on her back getting fucked, another woman straddling her face.

I looked around the room and watched the orgy playing itself out in front of me.

Sex was happening everywhere, including a daisy chain that was beginning to form on the floor. Wanting to taste more pussy, I staggered weakly off the couch, picked a spot at random, touched someone’s shoulder and asked, “May I join in?”

A spot was opened up as over a dozen women were now in the circle.

I was licking a redhead’s hairy bush while an older woman licked my shaved one.

The daisy chain lasted over half an hour, sometimes with us swapping places. I licked four different pussies and I came twice more, before Ashley tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me, “We really need to go.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Midnight,” she answered.

“Oh, shit,” I said, as Ashley’s school night curfew was eleven.

We went to the room we’d begun in and got back into our own clothes. I asked Ashley, “Have fun?”

“Oh my God, there will never be another tonight!” she spouted.

I nodded, “It will be hard to top this… but it will be fun to try.”

“That it will,” Ashley nodded as she kissed me yet again.

Breaking the kiss, we finished getting dressed, grabbed our new heels (Ashley needing the very large shopping bag the Governor had thoughtfully provided for her) and walked out together to our limo and driver, knowing that whatever adventures we had in store we would experience together.