Chapter 7
Cuntlipstick on collar told a tale on Roger. Jessica knew he'd been rutting Sylvania for some time. But that morning during the opening session of the international conference on censorship and freedom in the media, the unmistakable imprint of Sylvania's twat had been wrapped around his neck, right above the knot of his tie.
If Jessica had invented a lot of the fuck action during her nighttime reverie on the jumbo jet, there were some fancies of hers that were real and in the flesh. Her flesh.
Now naked and hot.
Underarms oozing.
Heaving moist breasts.
Heavy moist breaths.
Jessica James lurched into orgasm as she felt Sylvania's fingers slime on up her arsehole. Her dyed golden hair was a slick web across her flushed face.
The dark-haired woman's mouth was glued to her clit. Her hands roamed Jessica's chest with gay abandon. The oily tendrils of her plaited and beaded hair slapped furiously against Jessica's tumultuous thighs.
"More. Fuck me more."
Looking impassively through the parted windows and the heavy, drifting curtains of the London fog outside the suite in the hotel, Jessica took in the view of a quiet, narrow cobblestone mews. Her eyes, a glassy jade mist, caught sight of the building, looming large and homely and faceless, seeming to glare at them from across the court.
If they could see in-and they could if they were looking-Jessica trusted they were enthralled by what they saw.
And then Jessica saw him.
Of course.
She knew he would be there.
Thomas Valentine, cock long and lean. Expres-sion mean as he jacked himself.
Sylvania spread Jessica's legs wider as she pushed her back onto the wet mattress.
"Now," Jessica whispered.
"Say it again, Jessica."
"Pop me now," she echoed, spraying a mist of saliva from her lips.
Slowly, Sylvania did as she was bid.
She inserted lengths of her hair up Jessica's rump. Stuffing them in with twisting fingers. Stubbing with her thumbs.
"Aiiiii!"
Then herky-jerking her head from side to side. Sucking clit and cuntfolds. "Eaugh."
Ooze flying from her nuzzling lips. Cascading, mixed with Jessica's ladyjuice and rectal mucus down the insides of her thighs.
"Uuuuunh."
Jessica was a wash of sparkling liquid from her navel to her bent knees. "Eeeee-eeeh-ek."
She pressed her body forward, feeling the movement of her enslaved dark cutie within her and without her. Tensing her jaws as she rushed again into orgasmic jitters.
"Aaaaah."
Jessica let loose a slither of piss over Sylvania's brow. The darkling woman snapped her head back spasmically. "Ow!"
Yanking the beaded tresses from Jessica's churning haunch. "Aaaaak!"
Then spitting a mouthful of piss back into Jessica's still-spouting quim. "Unh."
"Love it, lover."
"Love me."
Jessica held out her open palm. Cupped Sylvania's mouthcheek. She patted the flesh gently, comfortingly.
Then smacked her in the jaw. "Yeowch!"
Sylvania growled as Jessica slapped her across the cheek. She bit into Jessica's hand and brought up a fist into the bleach-blonde puss.
"Fucking dyke bitch!"
Jessica struggled earnestly to maintain her balance. Her hips jerked uncontrollably from side to side, her conical tits fluttering.
"Oooooh."
She sank to the bedding in a wet, spent heap. Jessica looked over at Alexander's form, splayed out sleeping on the other bed.
"Looks as if he's coming around now," Sylvania said, indicating Alexander's rhythmically moving finger and half-opened eye.
"No," Jessica said. "I know the look. He's gone-way far out."
"Where's Roger?" Sylvania said, still frigging at her enlarged clit.
"Roger?"
"Yeah. You do know Roger, don't you?"
"Gotcha. I'm a little wiped out now, hon. Must be all those drugs and booze you forced down me on the flight last night."
"Yeah. Really forced you, didn't we."
"Fuck yourself off, bitch. Roger went out to get some wine a while back."
"Have his pants on?"
"Believe so."
"Sure?"
"Of course not."
"What's the last thing he did before he left?"
"Came off up your arse, Sylvania. If I recall correctly," Jessica giggled.
Sylvania looked past Alexander, out the window. Focusing on the stern facade of the large building to the left. Catching a glimpse of the man stroking his twanger. He looked familiar. Had she seen him before? Where?
"Up my bum," Sylvania mused. "That was a long time ago. I hope he isn't into any trouble."
"I hope he is."
Jessica James trembled in orgasm as her sweat turned hot and cold.
She half closed her eyes, staring down at the twosome copulating between her legs.
On the porcelain floor of the large bathtub, Alexander pumped his pecker in and out of Sylvania's punkhole. Wrinkling his forehead as he squeezed off a pod of jissom up her taut arse.
Jessica turned on the water in the tub, giving rise to a head of steam as she streamed her own boiling piss onto the two bodies in rut.
She thought she heard someone at the door. Inside the foyer.
They'd gotten tired of waiting for Roger to return, and Sylvania had ordered up a bottle of champagne. That itself had been some time ago-before Alexander had reawakened.
"In here," Jessica heard Sylvania cry out woozily, gargling come.
"Shut up, you silly cunt," Jessica said.
She slapped a clenched paw along Sylvania's wet hair. Knocking her head into the side of the tub. Clawing her tits.
"Yeow!"
"Don't you go doing that to her," Alexander said, suddenly a gentleman knighterrant. "You didn't act like this a few days ago. What the fuck's gotten into you?"
Jessica grinned silently.
Jessica had gotten into Jessica. The doppelfokker, fuckstress bitch-demon inside of her quim had come to the fore.
"The fuck you think you're talking to, Alexander," she belched. "You ballless jell." Jessica kicked his balls. "Cocksucker."
Spat onto his tits and gave them a twist as hard as she could. "Awk!"
As he yiped in new erection, Jessica leapt from the tub. Wrapping a towel about herself, she slid into the foyer.
There was a tray with a large silver ice bucket containing two bottles of champagne. She yanked one bottle but of the bucket and began to open up the wire corkguard.
She caught slight movement out of the corner of her eyes. There in the living room of the suite was Roger with Ginger May.
On the floor.
Nearly nude.
Both of them.
And another dude, whose naked form, chillingly familiar, was lithe as a prowling panther.
There was a third bottle of champagne open, and Roger and the woman were passing it between them.
"Glad you could join us," Roger said.
The other man's head turned about. Jessica froze in recognition. Of course.
What did she expect.
She let the towel drop from around her wet body. Showing her rigid pink nipples and oiling pussfuzz dyed metallic gold.
"H-h-hi, Thomas," Jessica said wanly.
She stooped to the floor, averting her eyes.
"This bottle's almost finished," Jessica said. "I'll get us another.
Her three fuckmates held forth their champagne flutes.
"Hold them close," Jessica said. "I'll want to fizz it right into the flutes when it starts piping up the neck."
After filling their glasses, Jessica turned on her heel and patted into the bathroom.
"Since when did Jessica become such a snit-bitch?" Jessica thought she heard Thomas Valentine whisper.
And who was he, anyway?
Her phantom lover.
A nobody.
And he'd fucked all her girlfriends. In front of her. Fucking creep. Fuck him.
"Sylvania," Jessica said with admirable steadiness to her voice, "Ginger May's out here now. With Roger."
"Oh. Fantastic!" Sylvania shouted, deliriously mocking in tone.
Echoing off the bathroom walls.
Jessica stuck her head into the bathroom.
"Now you get out there, Sylvania, and suck her pussy raw or you're in real trouble."
"But I'm in love with you now, Jessica. And only you, my dearest."
Jessica stepped up to her tits.
Slapped her face repeatedly.
"Yeow!"
"Cunt!"
"That makes two of us," Alexander remarked vaguely.
Jessica cracked him upside the head. "Stinking cuntflesh!"
"You eat out the old hag, too, lover-boy. Fuck her in the pussy. Fuck her bum. Fuck her in the face. I want her satisfied."
She pointed to the door and Alexander and Sylvania slinked out into the foyer.
There they broke into a run, running up to Ginger May and mounting her.
Alexander slung his long shlong down along the inside of her fine throat.
Sylvania slid her legs between Ginger May's hips and flat-fucked her in a jerking frenzy.
Clit frictioning clit.
Jessica sashayed into the room carrying a bottle of bubbly. Roger draped her legs, lapping up the cuntjuice running freely.
It was incredible, Jessica thought. The way all resistance to the new Jessica crumbled at the scent of her cunt.
The sight of tart nipples hard as bullets. Hot as coals. Rounded arsecheeks luminous as the fullest moon.
There was no denying Jessica's power. All else dissolved when she was physically present. All past indiscretion was forgotten, and one craved ever so much more humiliation.
Demanded only to be enslaved by Jessica.
To serve her well and to take well their punishment. For it was only that they deserved for submitting themselves to a snot rut-cunt like her.
For the honor of drinking her perfumed piss.
Jessica plastered the heavy bottle into Sylvania's sputtering bung.
"Oh. Yes."
Then she swung it right up Ginger May's twitching cunt. "Ouwh."
Forced Alexander to blow the champagne bottle like a green glass cock. Make believe the froth of champagne was jissom.
Jessica jacked off Roger into the bottle and then shoved it down everyone else's throats.
She made sure that Thomas Valentine got his.
He held his hardwood pecker as he witnessed the suckfuck frenzy.
Ginger May was fucked front and back.
Fucked in her yip, pummeled in the pussy and hiney by both Alexander and Roger. She was then fistfucked in the fanny, cunny and, yes, in the mouth, by Sylvania's Vaseline-slimed paw.
Alexander blasted joyjuice all over Ginger May's tits. Sylvania rubbed it in with her tongue.
Roger, his rump pulsing with cool bubbling alcohol, ejaculated a drooling line around Jessica's head like a molten halo.
Jessica James then perched herself on a couch and lit a cigarette.
She was dripping with her own piss. Her body was a jell of sweat, ladyjuice, and jissom.
"Who wants a real fuck?" Jessica sang out. "Real high tits, real hot cunt." She farted. "And don't forget my asshole hungering down there."
Thomas Valentine held her shoulders.
"You will help me through this, my love," Jessica murmured to him.
He forced her down.
"Yes, Thomas. That is the way."
He made Jessica fuck and suck. Jack off random cockmeat. Take twangers in, not only mouth, ass, and cunt, but also in navel, between the toes, in her armpits, nostrils, eyesockets, and earcups.
"I love it. I love what you do. To Jessica. To that Jessica. And to this one."
And he made Jessica fuck on womanflesh. Cunt-suck them. Fistfuck their innards. Eat pussy for dinner. Take engorged clit within her.
Jessica felt her Thomas release her from his grip. Was she now on her own? Where was he? She needed him. She couldn't do this without him.
Or could she?
Alexander and Roger were eagerly whipping her off as Sylvania, dear Sylvania, -rimmed her shuddering rump with pointed tongue. And Ginger May poured another round of champagne.