Chapter 8: Porn Star
Jessica sat at the table, sipping at her morning coffee as she flipped through a a magazine. James had already left for work, and she had the whole day to herself. It had been nearly two months since her honeymoon, and she had been faithful to her new husband the whole time. The boredom was beginning to wear on her, however, and more than a few times she had found herself in a warm bubble bath with her hand between her legs, her thoughts taking her away from her marriage. She had considered buying a vibrator, but the thought of James finding it was absolutely mortifying.
Jessica sighed and leaned back in her chair. She had been meaning to go find a job, but just couldn't find the motivation. She had even stopped going to the gym. So far, her marriage had been a passionless prison, with the only high point being her daily excursions to the bath tub.
"Knock, knock."
The sound of someone at the door, brought Jessica out of her reverie and she jumped up from her seat. Wrapping her robe tight around her body, she made her way over to the front door.
"Who could that be?" she muttered to herself.
Jessica turned the handle and pulled open the door.
Then she almost fainted.
"Did you miss me?" Pete asked with a arrogant grin.
As soon as Jessica regained her composure, she slammed the door, only to have Pete stick his foot in the way. She continued pushing, but her unexpected guest just pushed his way in.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Jessica asked as she continued holding the door open, as if expecting Pete to leave.
"Nice to see you to Jess. How are things?"
"Fuck you!"
"Oh, come now. Is that any way to treat an old friend?"
"Listen asshole! You are not my friend, and I'd appreciate it if you would get the fuck out of my house! How the hell did you find me anyway?"
Pete smirked.
"I have my ways," he said.
"Well, that's great but now if you'll excuse me..."
"Jess, Jess, Jess. You have to learn to relax," he said, shutting the door.
With a smile he unzipped his pants.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jessica yelled.
"I'm taking my pants off so you can give me a blowjob," Pete said nonchalantly.
Jessica stared dumfounded.
"I am not giving you a blowjob asshole! I'm married now!"
"But you wont be for long if your husband finds out."
Jessica's jaw dropped open.
"Y..You wouldn't!"
Jay let his pants drop to the ground with a smile.
"Let's see if that cute little mouth of yours still knows how to suck a cock!"
Jessica was stuck. She didn't put it past Pete to tell James her dirty secrets and if that happened, her life was over. He had her. She would have to do whatever he wanted.
Reluctantly, Jessica dropped to her knees, looking up at her blackmailer with contempt. He just stood there with that smirk on his face, his pants around his ankles, and his large dick hanging half-erect in front of him.
She shuffled over and reached out, grabbing his cock in her small hand. Pete smiled as she opened her mouth and took him in.
"That's it!" he said. "Just like the good little whore you are!"
Jessica let his dick fall from between her lips.
"Don't call me that!"
Pete grabbed her head and shoved his cock back into her face.
"I'll call you whatever I like! If you don't want your husband to find out what a slut his sweet little wife is, then I suggest you do what ever I say. You're my personal whore now! Do you understand?"
Jessica remained silent.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes," she answered quietly.
"Good. Now tell me what a dirty slut you are."
"I'm a dirty little cocksucking whore!"
To her surprise, Jessica found her panties become a little damp. She was turned on by having Pete dominate her!
She began bobbing back and forth, coating Pete's shaft with her saliva as he took a handful of her hair. Even though James had left for work less than an hour ago, Jessica was still worried he might come home so she wanted to finish Pete off as soon as possible and get him out of her house.
Reaching up, she started caressing his balls coaxing him to cum in her mouth. Her lips slid back and forth along his slick cock.
"Look into my eyes when you suck my dick!" Pete demanded.
Jessica stared up blankly as she continued sucking. She was stroking him faster and faster, eager to make him cum. The minutes passed before Pete grabbed her by the back of the head and shot a massive load of hot cum against the back of her throat. At first, she considered spitting it out, but she knew that Pete would just make her lick it back up, so she swallowed it down like the slut he wanted her to be.
Wiping a small gob from the corner of her mouth, Jessica stood up feeling very used and embarrassed.
"Well I guess you'll be going now?" she said, turning her back on Pete.
"Oh I think I'll stick around for a while."
Jessica's heart dropped.
"You can't!" she pleaded. "If my husband comes home..."
"He won't be home for hours," he said. "Now I think I'm going to relax."
Jessica watched as Pete strolled through her home and took a seat on her living room sofa.
"Why don't you get me a drink babe!" he said slumping down in his seat.
"Asshole." she muttered under her breath as she walked into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, she returned with a drink, setting it down in front of Pete. She then sat down in an armchair as far away from him as possible and crossed her arms.
"Take your clothes off honey." he said, taking a sip of his drink.
"What?"
"I think you heard me."
Jessica gritted her teeth as she slipped off her bathrobe, tossing it aside. She was wearing a pair of plain white panties with no bra.
"Jessie! I'm disappointed in you. No sexy lingerie? Oh well. Take off those panties and come over here."
Jessica did as she was told, pulling down her underwear and kicking them off. She then walked over to stand before her unwanted guest.
Pete looked up at her, inspecting her body as he took another sip.
"Why don't you have a seat on the floor there babe," he said.
Jessica sat down in front of him holding her knees tight against her chest.
"Now don't be shy. Come on, spread those legs."
Jessica swallowed her pride and let her knees fall open, exposing her tight little shaved pussy. She couldn't believe what was happening. This was her and her husband's house! This is where her children would play and grow up, and here she was showing her pussy to another man.
"Play with yourself, my sweet little whore."
It sent shivers through her body when he talked like that, but she did as she was told, sliding her hand down to her cunt. After stroking her clit, she slipped a finger into her hole and closed her eyes as she fucked herself.
Pete quickly downed the rest of his drink, and stood up. Jessica looked up at him, nervous about what he would do next.
"Let's move into the kitchen," Pete said, taking her by the arm.
He pulled her into the kitchen, grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, setting her on the table.
"Not here Pete. Please! Let's go to the bedroom, or better yet let's go to a motel!"
"No!" he replied sternly. "I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are right here on your dining room table! And you're going to love it aren't you?"
"Y..Yes I want it. Please fuck your whore."
Each word she muttered stung Jessica like a dagger in the heart, but she knew it was needed to keep her marriage and her life in order."
Pete grabbed a hold of her nipple, twisting hard as he leaned in to kiss her. She felt a little sick as his tongue penetrated her mouth, but she returned the kiss as enthusiastically as she could. Pete then pulled away, and grabbed the bowl of fruit from the center of the table and tossing it on the floor. Jessica was about to say something, but bit her lip as he climbed up onto the table.
He roughly rolled her onto her stomach and stuffed two fingers into her pussy from behind.
"Jess! You're all wet! You love this don't you?"