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The rest of that day and the next were difficult for me. I had kept my job, so I had work to do, but of course, I couldn’t concentrate. Jessica was busy the first day, so CaCee couldn’t talk to her about me, but the next morning she told me that that she had talked to her, told her I was really into girls, and (with a wink) that I was “very, very good.” She said that Jessica seemed excited and expected me in her room that night at 10:00. Knowing what I’d be doing that night, I was totally distracted, constantly thinking about sex. To make matters worse, I spent most of my time with CaCee, and every time I saw her, I saw how sexy she was and remembered how much fun I had going down on her. I was just completely horny all the time.
By the time I reached Jessica’s room, I was more than ready. At 9:00, I was pacing the floor in my room, unable to concentrate on anything except my “job” for the night. By 9:30, I gave up and just went on to Jessica’s room. Standing in the hall outside her door, I could hear the shower running inside. Then it stopped and in a few minutes, I heard a hair dryer, then silence, then the sound of soft footsteps, and finally silence again. I was still only 9:45, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. I knocked quietly on the door and from within heard a pleasant and common “Yeah! Come on in.”
The first thing I saw when I opened the door was Jessica’s bed – a canopied California king piled wit more pillows than I’d ever seen before. And next to it, there she was, wearing a short terrycloth robe that confirmed she had just gotten out of the shower. “Hey!” she said brightly, “How ya doin’?”
“Ummmm … Doing good,” I responded. I was tongue tied, not really knowing what to say. I felt nervous and shy, both because she was so famous and because of what knew I was about to do. That feeling intensified a moment later when Jessica’s robe suddenly dropped to the floor, revealing that incredible body that I had been thinking about all day. In profile, the lush curves of her breasts and her ass were outlined for just a second, before she jumped onto the bed like a playful little girl, her boobs bouncing lightly on her chest.
“So you like pussy, huh?” Jessica was grinning, biting her lower lip. I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed by her question or if she was suppressing a mocking giggle. In any case, her question set me back for a moment. I never expected her to be so direct, and my response was a lame “Uh, yeah.” It didn’t matter, though - she wasn’t really paying attention, anyway.
I watched, enraptured, as she lay back in the huge pile of pillows, marvelously naked, arms and legs all stretched wide, her blonde hair spread out like a golden veil over the clean, white linen. She squirmed a little on the bed, trying to get comfortable, then settled in, her head lolling lazily to the side as she got ready for a long session of luxurious pleasure. She looked absolutely beautiful, a vision of sex, like some hedonistic queen, splaying herself open, exposing her private parts so her slave could service her. Almost subconsciously, her pelvis inched up slightly off the bed, subtly begging for attention, or perhaps offering up what she sensed I wanted. My god, her thighs were just lovely, perfectly proportioned to her body, creamy tan, shapely and smooth. And between them, topped by a small tuft of feather blonde hair, was nestled the most beautiful font of femininity I’d ever seen - a juicy, pink morsel just begging for an intimate touch.
Finally she spoke again. “Well I’ve got the pussy,” she breathed, “I just hope you’re good, ‘cuz it’s been way damn long! I’m really, really horny.” With a devilish grin she continued, “You might be in there a while.” Her eyes were steamy - bedroom eyes, I thought - and her hips had now begun a slow, rhythmic pumping, subtle but undeniable, adding even more sensuality to an already erotic scene. I could feel myself becoming more aroused by the second. “You can take you’re clothes off if you want,” she said indifferently, “or leave 'em on - whatever. But don’t take long. … I’m … ready right now.”
Jessica settled back farther into the pillows and seemed to just be waiting, not entirely patiently. She was oblivious to me, off in another world now, her eyes dreamy and half-closed, not even looking at me. She hadn’t even called me by name. I thought back to CaCee’s comment about the “pillow princess” and chuckled at how literally true that seemed right now. My train of thought was broken after a few seconds, however, when Jessica realized that I had yet to move toward her. Her eyes opened with a look of mild surprise, like she couldn’t understand where I was. “Well come on, I said I’m ready,” she said quietly. It was half a request, half a command.
I reacted swiftly, removing my clothes and climbing onto the bed, positioning myself at her feet, between her outstretched legs. Jessica stared at me there, closely watching my every move as I prepared to make love to her. I started simply, lifting her left foot and running my hands tenderly up and down the length of her outstretched leg, drawing a nice “Mmmmmm” from my famous mistress. Moving back to her foot, so delicate and pretty, I kissed and licked it in several places. I looked up to see her reaction and was pleased to see a big, contented smile on her face. She seemed to enjoy this kind of worship.
Now my gaze was drawn down the length of her lovely leg, into her crotch, already gleaming with moisture. Above it, I could see that delicate patch of fine blonde hair, almost invisible in the dim light of the bedroom. I was a little surprised by that, since “bare” was the thing these days, but on her it looked very pretty and feminine. Raising her leg straight up in the air, I continued to kiss and lick at her foot and calf, at the same time inching toward that luscious treat in her crotch. When I reached her knee, I swirled my tongue against the sensitive area behind it and was rewarded with a breathy sigh. I let my hands move down to caress her thigh, then run lightly over the bottom swells of her ass. Jessica sighed again, which I took as my cue to move further still.
I licked ever so lightly at the skin of Jessica’s left thigh, just inches from her quivering quim. The scent of her arousal filled my head as I continued to tease her. She was trembling now, clearly in need of some satisfaction, which I was not about to give, not yet anyway. I pulled away, just a bit, to assess the physical affects I was having on her. I gazed at her cunt, so close now to my eyes and my lips.
It looked incredible, so good, and so ready for attention that it was hard to ignore. Jessica was clearly aroused, and it showed in the overheated maw between her legs - beautiful, engorged petals of pink, meaty flesh, the inner lips protruding boldly and wetly through the over challenged sheath of the outer ones. Her cunt was a succulent, dew-covered delicacy, the most scrumptious-looking tidbit of flesh I’d seen in a long time. Nonetheless, I did ignore it, continuing to focus my lips on her inner thighs, while my fingertips traced delicate circles over the flat expanse of her mid-drift, barely making contact with her skin, trying to drive her crazy. It seemed to be working, based on the delightful whimpering noises she was making and the tremors I could feel coursing through her body. I had to smile to myself. If Jessica was at this point already, before I had even touched her pussy, then this was going to be a truly extraordinary sexual experience. I could tell she wanted it badly, needed it badly. I thanked the gods for her recent celibacy and thought of how I would drive her up the wall before making her shiver and shake with a totally satisfying orgasm. It made me shiver as well in anticipation.
Wasting no more time, I started with a soft, delicate kiss right at the center of her open cleft, producing a wonderful little gasp from her. I pulled away slightly and licked all around the little crevice, teasing the surface of her lips, sometimes venturing inside a little to savor the warm nectar that was now flowing freely. Then I settled into a long series of easy tongue-strokes, licking her there like a contented puppy, with the tip of my tongue just barely inside her.
I looked up from my place there, up over the flat expanse of her abdomen, past the perfect mounds of her breasts, to her face. Jessica was wide-eyed, intent, entranced by the sight of me slaving there between her sweet thighs. I caught her gaze and held it as I continued to work my tongue into her, telling her with my eyes how good she tasted, how wonderful her warm, sticky flesh felt as it grabbed at my invading tongue. Jessica kept her eyes on mine for a while, clearly excited that I was enjoying her so much, then closed her eyes as a huge smile filled her face. Her hips continued to move easily up and down in response to the wet little muscle exploring inside her. Mmmmmm,“ she murmured. "Yeah, I could get used to this. Soooo good. Nnnghh. I had no idea.” Looking down at me working on her, she teased, with a little-girl smile, “You think you could just live in my closet and do this whenever I wanted it?”
Extracted from Serving Jessica by Milene on Literotica.com
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By the time I reached Jessica’s room, I was more than ready. At 9:00, I was pacing the floor in my room, unable to concentrate on anything except my “job” for the night. By 9:30, I gave up and just went on to Jessica’s room. Standing in the hall outside her door, I could hear the shower running inside. Then it stopped and in a few minutes, I heard a hair dryer, then silence, then the sound of soft footsteps, and finally silence again. I was still only 9:45, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. I knocked quietly on the door and from within heard a pleasant and common “Yeah! Come on in.”
The first thing I saw when I opened the door was Jessica’s bed – a canopied California king piled wit more pillows than I’d ever seen before. And next to it, there she was, wearing a short terrycloth robe that confirmed she had just gotten out of the shower. “Hey!” she said brightly, “How ya doin’?”
“Ummmm … Doing good,” I responded. I was tongue tied, not really knowing what to say. I felt nervous and shy, both because she was so famous and because of what knew I was about to do. That feeling intensified a moment later when Jessica’s robe suddenly dropped to the floor, revealing that incredible body that I had been thinking about all day. In profile, the lush curves of her breasts and her ass were outlined for just a second, before she jumped onto the bed like a playful little girl, her boobs bouncing lightly on her chest.
“So you like pussy, huh?” Jessica was grinning, biting her lower lip. I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed by her question or if she was suppressing a mocking giggle. In any case, her question set me back for a moment. I never expected her to be so direct, and my response was a lame “Uh, yeah.” It didn’t matter, though - she wasn’t really paying attention, anyway.
I watched, enraptured, as she lay back in the huge pile of pillows, marvelously naked, arms and legs all stretched wide, her blonde hair spread out like a golden veil over the clean, white linen. She squirmed a little on the bed, trying to get comfortable, then settled in, her head lolling lazily to the side as she got ready for a long session of luxurious pleasure. She looked absolutely beautiful, a vision of sex, like some hedonistic queen, splaying herself open, exposing her private parts so her slave could service her. Almost subconsciously, her pelvis inched up slightly off the bed, subtly begging for attention, or perhaps offering up what she sensed I wanted. My god, her thighs were just lovely, perfectly proportioned to her body, creamy tan, shapely and smooth. And between them, topped by a small tuft of feather blonde hair, was nestled the most beautiful font of femininity I’d ever seen - a juicy, pink morsel just begging for an intimate touch.
Finally she spoke again. “Well I’ve got the pussy,” she breathed, “I just hope you’re good, ‘cuz it’s been way damn long! I’m really, really horny.” With a devilish grin she continued, “You might be in there a while.” Her eyes were steamy - bedroom eyes, I thought - and her hips had now begun a slow, rhythmic pumping, subtle but undeniable, adding even more sensuality to an already erotic scene. I could feel myself becoming more aroused by the second. “You can take you’re clothes off if you want,” she said indifferently, “or leave 'em on - whatever. But don’t take long. … I’m … ready right now.”
Jessica settled back farther into the pillows and seemed to just be waiting, not entirely patiently. She was oblivious to me, off in another world now, her eyes dreamy and half-closed, not even looking at me. She hadn’t even called me by name. I thought back to CaCee’s comment about the “pillow princess” and chuckled at how literally true that seemed right now. My train of thought was broken after a few seconds, however, when Jessica realized that I had yet to move toward her. Her eyes opened with a look of mild surprise, like she couldn’t understand where I was. “Well come on, I said I’m ready,” she said quietly. It was half a request, half a command.
I reacted swiftly, removing my clothes and climbing onto the bed, positioning myself at her feet, between her outstretched legs. Jessica stared at me there, closely watching my every move as I prepared to make love to her. I started simply, lifting her left foot and running my hands tenderly up and down the length of her outstretched leg, drawing a nice “Mmmmmm” from my famous mistress. Moving back to her foot, so delicate and pretty, I kissed and licked it in several places. I looked up to see her reaction and was pleased to see a big, contented smile on her face. She seemed to enjoy this kind of worship.
Now my gaze was drawn down the length of her lovely leg, into her crotch, already gleaming with moisture. Above it, I could see that delicate patch of fine blonde hair, almost invisible in the dim light of the bedroom. I was a little surprised by that, since “bare” was the thing these days, but on her it looked very pretty and feminine. Raising her leg straight up in the air, I continued to kiss and lick at her foot and calf, at the same time inching toward that luscious treat in her crotch. When I reached her knee, I swirled my tongue against the sensitive area behind it and was rewarded with a breathy sigh. I let my hands move down to caress her thigh, then run lightly over the bottom swells of her ass. Jessica sighed again, which I took as my cue to move further still.
I licked ever so lightly at the skin of Jessica’s left thigh, just inches from her quivering quim. The scent of her arousal filled my head as I continued to tease her. She was trembling now, clearly in need of some satisfaction, which I was not about to give, not yet anyway. I pulled away, just a bit, to assess the physical affects I was having on her. I gazed at her cunt, so close now to my eyes and my lips.
It looked incredible, so good, and so ready for attention that it was hard to ignore. Jessica was clearly aroused, and it showed in the overheated maw between her legs - beautiful, engorged petals of pink, meaty flesh, the inner lips protruding boldly and wetly through the over challenged sheath of the outer ones. Her cunt was a succulent, dew-covered delicacy, the most scrumptious-looking tidbit of flesh I’d seen in a long time. Nonetheless, I did ignore it, continuing to focus my lips on her inner thighs, while my fingertips traced delicate circles over the flat expanse of her mid-drift, barely making contact with her skin, trying to drive her crazy. It seemed to be working, based on the delightful whimpering noises she was making and the tremors I could feel coursing through her body. I had to smile to myself. If Jessica was at this point already, before I had even touched her pussy, then this was going to be a truly extraordinary sexual experience. I could tell she wanted it badly, needed it badly. I thanked the gods for her recent celibacy and thought of how I would drive her up the wall before making her shiver and shake with a totally satisfying orgasm. It made me shiver as well in anticipation.
Wasting no more time, I started with a soft, delicate kiss right at the center of her open cleft, producing a wonderful little gasp from her. I pulled away slightly and licked all around the little crevice, teasing the surface of her lips, sometimes venturing inside a little to savor the warm nectar that was now flowing freely. Then I settled into a long series of easy tongue-strokes, licking her there like a contented puppy, with the tip of my tongue just barely inside her.
I looked up from my place there, up over the flat expanse of her abdomen, past the perfect mounds of her breasts, to her face. Jessica was wide-eyed, intent, entranced by the sight of me slaving there between her sweet thighs. I caught her gaze and held it as I continued to work my tongue into her, telling her with my eyes how good she tasted, how wonderful her warm, sticky flesh felt as it grabbed at my invading tongue. Jessica kept her eyes on mine for a while, clearly excited that I was enjoying her so much, then closed her eyes as a huge smile filled her face. Her hips continued to move easily up and down in response to the wet little muscle exploring inside her. Mmmmmm,“ she murmured. "Yeah, I could get used to this. Soooo good. Nnnghh. I had no idea.” Looking down at me working on her, she teased, with a little-girl smile, “You think you could just live in my closet and do this whenever I wanted it?”
Extracted from Serving Jessica by Milene on Literotica.com
#jessicasimpson #bigtits #cleavage #blonde #erotica #lesbian #literotica #celebrity
