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Presenting Jessica

By: The_Bear_Man



He had cum on her stomach, splashed her panties and short, brief skirt, rubbed his cock over her sopping wet pussy and denied her climax in favour of his own. 

Bastard! 

He rolled her over and, with her torn shirt, tied her hands behind her back. He then used her for over three hours in a sequence of slow, deliberate, sexual torment. He cut the clothes from her glorious body, secured her, bent, over a chair; bottom and labia exposed, and fucked her to several ecstatic, exhausting orgasms. The experience had made her faint. It had never happened to her before or since.

Jessica Weston shivered, trying to turn her thoughts away from Steed Fowler before she ended up with a wet spot at the crotch of her tight white jeans. She moved to the window of her apartment, and, letting her hands roam loose in the tresses of her shoulder length blond hair, looked out at the endless lake of water before her and the deep blue sky broken only by the wispiest of clouds. 

This was paradise, but Steed was coming to see her. 

Why? 

She had been 'sacked' from her role as a presenter on Fox Sports. They were letting her contract run down and her future now lie in other directions. It was fine by her, fine by them and, in any event, she was sick of being nothing but eye candy for the late night viewers. Open another button here, sit on the desk and cross your legs there ..... She was better than that and she would prove it!

Jessica was tall, slender and stunning. In fact her occasional appearances behind the mic on WWE had lead to Vince McMahon offering her a part in the WWE to replace Stacy Keibler such was the attraction of her presence. However, her presenting career was over, she was moving on to other, more credible, opportunities. She didn't need Fox, WWE or any presenting job, so what did Steed want?

Steed Fowler was a high flying, low life. He ran cheap imitations of sports 'magazine' shows using risqué parodies of well known presenters, across lesser known, more regionally oriented cable channels. The very fact that he was visiting after such a long time out of her life concerned her.

Staring again at the idyllic surroundings Jessica once more found herself thinking about Steed. The bastard was old enough to be her father, but still ................ Those orgasms, that afternoon, the feelings of ecstasy, what a memory!

The sounds of a summer afternoon through an open window infiltrated her mind, relaxing Jessica until a new sound came to her attention; an approaching car. A blue Mercedes rolled into view. She knew it was him and her stomach fluttered. She watched as Steed climbed out through the driver's door and could not help but stare at his huge torso; bulging biceps threatening to burst through his white T-shirt. He was in great condition for a man of any age never mind one of his advancing years. She felt the on rush of that wet patch once again.

"Steed," she welcomed the impresario cordially, if a little reservedly.

"Jessica, how are you?" He craned his neck forward and kissed her cheek. 

"You look as beautiful as ever Jessica," his eyes lingered on her unrestrained breasts, "makes me wish .........."

He smiled meaningfully scanning the length of her tall, slim frame and Jessica blushed. She might have already achieved way beyond the ambition of her wildest dreams, and be secure in the knowledge that, at twenty four years old, she could have pretty much any man she wanted but Steed Fowler had a powerful charisma that, despite her deep resentment of his character, made her go weak in his presence. She shook herself and dragged her eyes away from his expansive chest.

A momentary silence broke out between them before Jessica spoke.

"It's good to see you Steed but ........"

"But why am I here?" he anticipated her question.

Jessica nodded.

Steed moved into her apartment and set his huge frame down onto a luxurious white leather arm chair. He sighed and prepared himself to speak.

Jessica glanced nervously at Fowler. He smiled leeringly in return and immediately she knew that she might well not like what he was about to say.

The huge man sighed.

"Jess, you're a celebrity, known across the entire country. I have an opportunity for you and if you co-operate, then I give you my word that afterwards you will be completely free to pursue your new career and a few hundred thousand dollars better off as well."

Jessica, who hadn't even heard his proposal as yet, was confused and extremely concerned.

"Free to pursue my career? Your word, why would I need anything from you?" she hissed through gritted teeth. "What do you want?"

"Good girl," Steed remarked patronizingly, interpreting her question for a developing sense of genuine interest, "now listen carefully to me."

For the next thirty minutes the entertainment entrepreneur took his time to explain what he wanted.

"So, that's pretty much it. That's all there is to it!"

Jessica was lost for words. Finally her elusive tongue found its way forward.

"Let me see if I understand. You want me to appear one last time, for your two-bit sham of an organisation, let the viewers donate money via their credit cards, presumably into your personal coffers, and when the amount reaches certain totals I take my clothes off?"

"Spot on Jess!"

."..and then as an extension to the presentation I get taken by imitation WWE wrestlers and 'used' in the ring?"

She sounded incredulous. 

He nodded, smiling inwardly at the ambiguity that could be attached to her last statement.

."... All live and unedited?"

"Nitro-Nights," he started, Jessica shivered as he used the name of his own show, "will never have seen such publicity. We will promote it as 'Jessica Weston as you have never seen her before -- and never will again!' It will be huge."

"There's no, way Steed. Not a chance. I will not play your perverted game."

"Okay lady, but you know that you're passing up the chance of a small fortune?"

"Even if we did what you suggest, the network will never show it." Was she relenting a little now?

"That's why this will be seen live only for a select 1,000 or so invited studio guests each paying a fortune to be there and then across a secure internet channel for pre subscribed viewers. The interaction will be via in-seat pledging devices or across the web. There will be no photography, no copying or recording from the internet; it will be a one off and it will earn us a fucking fortune. You can take 10%. Could be as much as a million dollars."

Jessica looked Steed square in the face. Their eyes met and for a moment he thought he had his girl. Then the blond beauty let him have it.

"How dare you try to involve me in your cheap little porn fest? I'm through with this crap, including you and your fake show and, if you think I would degrade myself in this way, you can take your small minded thoughts of sickening fantasy, get out of my house now and never come back."

Steed Fowler rose slowly to his feet. His frame stretched out imposingly. Momentarily Jessica thought he was going to strike her. Instead he smiled.

"Okay Jess, I'll go. But think about it and ring me if you have a change of mind." He tossed his card onto the coffee table and left.

Jessica watched him walk down the drive, get into his car and pull away. It was only then that she dared breathe again. With a mixed sense of relief and reprieve she flopped heavily down onto a comfortable expanse of sofa.

******

"Hi babe?" Jason called from the front hall.

Jessica tried to hide her relief. "In here," she yelled.

He walked in with a smile on his face, and Jessica felt an immediate sense of comfort, something she had craved in the few hours since Steed left her.

"Hello gorgeous," he said, undressing Jessica with his eyes and acknowledging his girl with an appreciative smile. 

Jessica's eyes lit up with pleasure. Jason took her hand and kissed it. "You make me hornier every time I see you, babe."

Jason laughed and Jessica waited for a lull before asking, "You're a little late. Did you have a good day?"

He shook his head just as the front door slammed closed. "No, the bastards' wouldn't sign, still want a higher payment and so I now have to find more, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars more!" Jason was looking to buy an old warehouse to turn into a brand new gymnasium facility.

Fleetingly Steed's proposal came back into Jessica's mind, but she quickly shook it out of her head. 

Jason grabbed her hand. "Let's go for a walk," he said, "get out of the house for a bit and into the open air."

Jessica agreed desperate to get into the fresh air and cleanse herself of Steed's repulsive presence, so she practically dragged Jason out of the front door. Her boyfriend stumbled down the steps as she pulled him to the side of the house and towards the woods that circled the lake. 

"What's going on?" He asked concerned with her sense of urgency. 

They stopped moments later, having immersed themselves amongst the trees. Jessica lent back against an old, large trunk.

"Sorry," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. She found herself unable to stop there and placed her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She inhaled deeply, loving the smell of him. "Darling, you feel so good."

He stroked her hair. "So what's going on?" he asked once more.

"I missed you."

"I'm here."

"No." She leaned back against the rough bark so she could see him. "This week I mean." She used her fingers to tuck his long hair behind his ear. "All you do is come in, sleep, worry about the gym and leave again."

Jason had had a busy and frustrating period just recently made worse by the fact that even though they spent a lot of time together they still officially had separate places and so Jason had his own house to tend to as well.

She kissed his ear, whispering, "I've forgotten what you look like."

"I've been so busy lately." He pulled away a few inches. "I don't have time for myself, let alone seeing you."

"It's not that," she said, wondering at his defensive tone. They both worked too much; she was hardly in a position to throw stones.

He took a couple of steps back, saying, "I know I didn't return a couple of your calls."

"Jase," she stopped him. "I just assumed you were tied up. It's no big deal."

"So why the concern then?"

Jessica crossed her arms, suddenly feeling cold. "It's nothing. I just miss you that's all"

He reached out and stroked her cheek. "I love you." Jessica looked at him. She liked the words but sensed that something wasn't quite right. She could tell he was a little distracted but wasn't sure how to draw it out of him. 

"Let's walk around the lake," she suggested.

He glanced back at the house, then at her. "Okay babe. Good idea."

She led him through the remaining trees, taking the well-worn stone path to the shore. They fell into a companionable silence, holding hands as they navigated the dirt track that cut into the shoreline. Overhead, Jessica could hear squirrels amongst the leaves and a colourful bird swooped in an arc just above the trees.

Lake Willow was a large, natural lake that was three hundred feet deep in places. A cold wind came off the water and she shivered. Jason put his arm around her and she cuddled into him. 

Jessica stopped and turned to face her boyfriend. "Please don't cut me out of your life sweetheart."

He gave her one of his most engaging smiles, and she knew from experience that an apology was coming. "I'm sorry I've been working so much. I will make time for you, for us, I promise." 

Jessica returned his smile.

"You wanna head back?" he asked glancing at his watch.

"No," she said, slipping her hands around his neck. "I want you to take me behind those trees and ravage me."

He laughed, but stopped when he saw she was not joking. "Out here in the open?"

"No-body's around."

"You can't be serious."

"It's been a whole week," she said, though she hadn't given it much thought before now. It wasn't like Jason to keep his hands off her for this long.

"It's cold."

She put her lips to his ear and whispered, "It's warm inside of me."

Contrary to his body's reaction, he said, "I'm kind of beat."

She pressed her body closer. "You don't seem beat to me."

"It's gonna start raining any minute now."

"Come on," she said, leaning in to kiss him. She stopped when he seemed to hesitate. 

"What's wrong?"

He took a step back and looked out at the lake. "I told you I'm tired."

"You're never tired," she said. "Not tired like that."

He indicated the lake with a toss of his hand. "It's freezing cold out here. Let's go back now."

"It's not that cold," she said, feeling suspicion trace a line of dread down her spine. After their year together, she knew her boyfriend well enough. He chewed at his bottom lip when he felt guilty. The way his lip had partially disappeared meant there was something he had to tell her but either did not want to or did not know how.

She crossed her arms, asking, "What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" she repeated, staring at Jason as if she could will the truth out of him. His lips were set as before.

"Oh, shit," she breathed, suddenly understanding. "Oh, no," she said, putting her hand to her mouth, trying to calm the sickness that wanted to come.

"What?"

She walked back down the path, feeling stupid and angry with herself at the same time, her mind reeling.

"Jessica ...." He put his hand on her arm but she jerked away. He jogged ahead a few steps, blocking her way so she had to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"Who is it?"

"Who's what?"

"Who is she?" Jessica clarified. "Who is it, Jason?" 

She was clenching her teeth so tight that her jaw ached. It all made sense: the distracted look on his face, the defensiveness, and the distance between them. 

Jessica came straight out with it. "Who are you screwing you bastard?"

He took a step back, confusion crossing his face. "You don't think . . ."

She felt tears well into her eyes and covered her face with her hands to hide them. 

"How could you think that?" he demanded, as if he had been wronged.

"Do me a favour, okay? Don't lie to me. Don't you dare lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you about anything," he insisted, sounding almost as angry as she felt. 

"Jessica .... "

"Just get away from me," she said, walking back toward the lake "I can't believe this. I can't believe how stupid I am."

"I'm not cheating on you," he said, following her. "Listen to me, okay?" He got in front of her, blocking the way. "I'm not cheating on you."

She stopped, staring at him, wishing she could believe him. He said, "Don't look at me that way."

"I don't know how else to look at you."

He let out a heavy sigh, as if he had a huge weight on his chest.

For someone who insisted he was innocent, he was acting incredibly guilty.

"I'm going back to the house," she told him, but he looked up, and she saw something in his expression that stopped her.

He spoke so softly she had to strain to hear him. "I really have been so busy recently Jess, there's no one else you have to believe me."

She looked into his eyes.

"Mean it?"

"Cross my heart."

"I love you."

"Love you too."

"So fuck me then."

Jessica leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. Jason pulled her close, and with a low moan she pushed his lips apart to allow access to her questing tongue. She could feel his lips tremble as she forced her way lightly between them. He did not pull away but groaned, softly, so she reached down and felt his hardness through his jeans, making him moan all the more.

She had more than just a physical itch to scratch. After the visit from Steed, Jessica needed the reassurance of Jason's love to temper the weird feelings that were irritating her stomach. 

"I don't know if I can do it out here." 

'Don't worry,' Jessica grinned. "I'll do all the work!"

She could feel the hot pulse between her thighs, making her heart race, making her wet. She pulled her boyfriend's T-shirt over his head and ran her hands over his smooth, warm chest. She slipped his belt through the buckle and unzipped his jeans, then crossed her arms at her front and peeled away her own tight white T-shirt. She wore no bra, and her breasts were pert and firm, the thrusting nipples hardening even more on exposure to the air until they protruded with a tingling stiffness.

His jeans betrayed his erection, which Jessica began to knead softly through the denim cotton. Jason groaned in response. 

"Lick me Jase," she whispered in his ear, "I need to feel your tongue." 

He laughed, rather self-consciously, and she saw a flame of excitement flicker in his deep blue eyes. 

Slowly his open mouth approached her teasing breasts, fastened on a nipple and began to kiss. Jessica felt her insides contract with heightened desire and she squeezed his cock more purposefully through the restraining fabric. It began to firm up to maximum proportions, and Jason's mouth suckled harder as his excitement grew. She delved through the open fly and inside his boxer shorts as his burgeoning shaft thrust itself into her hand, seeking stimulation.

"Oh yesssssssss, Jess," Jason arched his back as his girl bent down to give his now rampant penis a feel of her tongue. Already he was emitting a pre orgasmic liquid. Slow down, thought Jessica. It would be unthinkably frustrating if he came before she could get him inside her. She gave his cock a last, loving lick and stood back up to kiss him. He could taste his juice on her tongue.

"Babe I so want you, but let's go back to the house." 

Jessica was confused over Jason's apparent reluctance to make love to her outdoors but was so turned on that where they actually did it seemed relatively immaterial.

"Okay, come on then."

Without any further hesitation Jessica set off running, naked to the waist with her T-shirt in her hands.

"Come on Jase, quickly I still need you to ravish me!" she shouted, laughing, as her boyfriend followed her through the woods and back to the house.

By the time the front door had been reached their coupling was a frenzied competition to see who could touch most skin first. Hands, mouths, tongues all played a part until they stumbled hot and lust filled into the hallway.

"Come on then lover boy, if you're so tired then lay down here and watch."

Jessica pushed Jason against the arm of her sofa causing him to fall backwards. He stared up at her expectantly.

She started to shed her remaining clothes. Her T shirt had already been released from her fist and dumped on the floor, and soon her skin hugging white jeans had joined it. Then, making sure he was watching, Jessica turned her back and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. Looking over her shoulder, she watched him as she slowly pushed them down over her naked hips. She bent forward and slid the white silk thong over her thighs and then down her long, long tanned legs to her ankles. Daintily stepping out of them, she tossed them aside. Making sure her feet were parted, she shifted so her bottom was pointing directly towards him. 

"Watch me," she purred barely above a whisper.

She turned around and lowered herself into a chair opposite Jason, the same chair that had been occupied by Steed Fowler only hours earlier. Not taking her eyes off him and making sure her knees were spread wide, Jessica began teasing him. Her pussy was wet and swollen; the lips engorged and spread wide, her juices trickled down and towards the rose of her bottom.

Jason couldn't hold on. With a groan he delved inside the open fly of his jeans and wrapped his fist firmly around the base of his swollen cock and pointed it towards her. The first clear drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip, hanging suspended, begging to be licked. Slowly, his fist moved upwards forcing more of the precious liquid to flow from the widened slit. With the ball of his thumb, he spread it around the helmet shaped head. His tightened fist pushed the skin down the shaft, drawing it tight all the way to the base. Jessica watched as if her eyes were glued to his hand and his cock, as it twitched and throbbed, another clear drop forming at the tip. 


Presenting Jessica Ch. 02



Please note that all characters in this story are entirely fictional.

******

Steed was elated.

Jessica was devastated.

He was celebrating his conquest; his successful manipulation, his result!

She was incapable of coherent thought.

After a few minutes glorying in the scenes on the screen, Steed moved through to the living room, and found himself faced with Jessica's prostrate body. 

She had dressed herself, albeit skimpily, and now lay on the floor curled up as if to say 'if I stay here with my eyes closed it will all go away'.

But of course it wouldn't.

Fowler stepped into the room and stared down at his 'victim'. He smiled. He was in no hurry.

Jessica didn't move.

From where he stood he could see one side of her face resting on her arm. He studied her. Her face really was beautiful and her legs appeared sleek and tawny. She had thrown on a loose blouse and cut off jean shorts and the naked skin of her back that showed where her top had bunched up was provocatively suntanned.

He moved to her, crouched and gazed. Jessica's head rested on her left arm with her elbow sticking out. Her right arm hung limply across her chest with the upper part pushed against the side of her breast over which her blouse was pulled snugly. He felt a pang of desire when he saw her hard, jutting nipple through the light fabric and smiled as he saw strands of her hair moving wispily to the touch of her breath. 

Her blouse had three buttons fastened leaving a bare triangle above her hip that revealed her flat, toned stomach as the skin bordered the short, brief cut off denims. The low hung nature of the shorts highlighted the folds of alluring skin where her groin started and it felt, to the watching lustful eye, that he ought to have been able to see a tantalising glimpse of her trimmed public hair. Fowler was unsure as to whether she had fainted or not. 

"Hey, hey Jess."

Nothing.

"Come on baby, talk to me." He reached out and, lowering his hand, touched her shaking her right leg.

"Come on, wake up." He was certain that she was only sleeping, no doubt overcome by the events of the past hour. 

Jessica didn't respond so he handled her more vigorously, shaking her whole body watching her loose breasts wobble enticingly.

She moaned. Then she moaned again and slowly brought her right hand up to her face rubbing her eyes and cheeks back to life.

Jessica smiled and momentarily seemed to forget what had just happened. Then it came flooding back. She froze and lay motionless before sitting quickly upright, eyes wide with alarm.

"It's okay honey," Steed told her in a somewhat condescending manner.

"No it's fucking not Steed. You're blackmailing me to join your seedy little venture. What the fuck will those morons pretending to be wrestlers do to me Steed?"

"I know what I'd like to do to you."

"Eh?"

"Never mind them, I know what I'd like to do to you," he repeated.

"Cut it out Steed, I'm serious; you could be in heaps of trouble over this you know."

"No baby, you're the one in trouble," he mocked.

"Fuck off!" Jessica yelled. He had never heard her swear so openly, so much before. But then she was mightily pissed off. 

He stood up to return to his make shift studio. Whilst his back was turned her hands moved quickly down the front of her blouse moving from button to button. In a flash all were undone and she stood facing him with her blouse pulled wide open.

"Steed!" 

He turned and smiled staring at her naked breasts.

Jessica was breathing heavily, she looked great. Her tits were perfect - dark erect nipples pointing straight at him.

"What?" he answered.

"You can have me if you scrap the tapes and leave me alone."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I'll think about it."

She gasped at the audacity of the man.

"Steed, come on ... please?"

"Take off your shorts and we'll see." 

Nibbling on her bottom lip Jessica swallowed hard and, being ever mindful of her predicament, unbuttoned the fly of her cut offs. Hooking her thumbs under the sides of the shorts she tugged them down, bending slightly as she lowered them. Her breasts swayed under the action. 

Once the cotton material had been lowered to her knees she let it drop and stood back up as the shorts bunched around her ankles. Freeing her left foot she kicked the garment away with her right. Then she pressed her legs together tight.

She wore no panties.

"Beautiful!"

Jessica looked at the floor embarrassed. "Now do we have a deal?" she asked.

"Turn around," Fowler commanded.

She let out a deep sigh and then followed his orders. The entire length of her back and legs was tanned and Fowler stroked his concealed erection as he thought of her lying naked on the tanning bed.

"Okay, face me again."

She did as she was told.

Now get down on your back and spread your legs for me.

"No!"

"Suit yourself." He turned to walk away once more. 

"Please Steed, come on, just fuck me and be done with it."

"Look babe if you're not playing ball it looks like the films hit the net or you present our show."

"Okay." She snapped. Then she was down, on the floor flat on her back and her legs were spread wide; her pussy gaping.

"Sweet as honey." He drooled lasciviously at the sight before him. Jessica had never been so humiliated in her life. 

Okay, stand back up and turn around... slowly." Fowler once more issued his command. 

Jessica did as ordered, turning away from Fowler, showing him her ass. Then she kept turning until she once again faced him. 

"I didn't mean all the way around," he said. 

Jessica once again swivelled her body, but this time stopping with her back to him. He made no sound at all as she moved for him. Not to being able to see him heightened her sense of exposure ... she wanted to know what he was doing whilst she paraded so lewdly in front of him, giving away her body just to save her career. 

"Take off your top and spread your legs again," She did as she was told and the blouse she wore as her last vestige of modesty fell to the carpeted floor.

"Good. Now bend at the waist and look at me from between your legs." 

Jessica gasped when she saw the upside down figure ogling her. His trousers and underwear were off and his hard cock was facing her erect and ready. Not only was it rock hard, but Fowler's penis looked much bigger, longer and thicker, than she remembered it. She was also very aware of how exposed she was, and as the cool air infiltrated her pussy, it became evident that her labial lips had parted for this perverted bastard to see all he wanted. 

Fowler told her to come over to him and Jessica gratefully stood upright once more. As soon as she was standing next to him, totally naked, he reached out and placed his hand between her legs. Jessica gasped. This was awful. She tensed, but didn't back away as she felt his finger move slowly down the length of her slit and push painfully into her pussy. 

"You're dry. Rub your clit, I want you wet."

Jessica didn't know how much more humiliation she could take. This cheap shot bastard had his finger inside her and she was about to masturbate for him. 

Jessica located her clit with her forefinger and began a slow rubbing motion. As she became more lubricated Fowler's still resident finger began to move slowly in and out while she stroked herself for him. He stared alternately at her finger and then her face. Jessica didn't know which was more embarrassing. Soon digits from the hands of them both were moving more freely, sliding over the ever hardening nub as her natural lubricants were released allowing him to finger fuck her with an ever increasing pace. 

Fowler removed his finger and so Jessica stopped circling her clitoral button. 

"Get on my lap," he ordered.

Retaining as much decorum as possible, Jessica sat on Fowler's knee sideways with her knees together, but was quickly told to straddle him. She stood up and lifted a sleek leg across his lap and then sat once more. She glanced down and saw his hard cock pointing up at her. 

Jessica quickly averted her eyes. Seeing this Fowler smiled. 

"Put it inside you." 

"Please, I can't do that. Don't make me ..." Jessica whined. 

"Do it or else..." 

The former sports show presenter knew she had no choice. She shifted on Fowler's lap trying to impale herself on his cock without touching it. But it was a futile attempt. She gave in and grabbed his rigid shaft, angling it downward. Raising her body upwards, Jessica guided the hard dick to her pussy and sat down. She felt his big, thick cock slide into her. Then she was completely impaled. Fowler smiled and stared lustfully at her.

"Tell me you can feel it hard and deep in your cunt."

"I...I...can't say that."

"Say it."

Jessica could sense that this would become part of the deal.

"I can ... feel you inside me ... so hard and deep ..."

"Say cunt."

"...in my ... c ... c ... cunt."

Jessica almost sobbed the last word out. She felt even more shamed than before.

His hands rose to Jessica's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. His fingers found her nipples and, pulling them, twisted hard. Jessica felt even more humiliated when the traitorous buds grew to their full size. She tried to defocus her mind to will them back to non-turned on levels, but to no avail. 

His fingers moved away from her breasts, only to be replaced by his mouth. While he sucked on one tit, Jessica felt his hands cup her ass, pulling her up and then pushing her down. After switching to her other breast and suckling on her nipple, Fowler pulled his face away and extended his arms to his sides in a reclined manner over the back of the couch. 

"Now fuck me," he ordered. 

Jessica couldn't believe the shameful situation she was in, but she did as she was told. She realized she needed leverage and so put her hands on Steed's shoulders lifting herself up. When she thought his cock would slip out, Jessica reversed direction, sitting back down on his lap. Then she lifted up again. 

She was fucking this two-bit-cheap-show slime ball. 

And he was letting her, willing her on. Oh sure, he was encouraging her but she was the one moving. It was she who was doing all of the work. She was fucking him! That was humiliating enough, but she was further shamed by the feeling inside her pussy. She had never felt so full and her sensitive folds of pink, parted flesh were letting her know how good it felt. 

Her thrusting got faster. 

Fowler watched Jessica's face change. Having started out with a great deal of shame and emotional pain, her features were now contorted with lust. He knew she was enjoying his cock. It's not that she wanted to fuck him, but her body was receiving pleasure from their coupling in spite of the fact that she was being manipulated against her will. 

Steed Fowler brought one hand between their bodies and located Jessica's clit. As he began to rub, Jessica's eyes shot open and stared at him in attempted defiance. But she kept moving up and down, impaled upon his shaft, and he kept rubbing her clit. Soon he felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders and her movements became so rapid that his finger lost contact with her clit. Jessica let out a moan, arched her back and cried out like the lost soul she was. 

Lonely, abandoned by her boyfriend and manipulated into humiliating herself Jessica Weston climaxed.

A long, hard, lust-filled, sobbing orgasm. 

Fowler waited for Jessica to open her eyes and he watched gleefully as her gradually returning awareness brought with it acute embarrassment and a reddened face. But he was not yet done. Not yet spent nor satisfied so he ordered her to continue, and Jessica once again began fucking him. 

He had waited for her to climax, but now he wanted to cum. He grabbed her firm buttocks and guided her up and down his cock. She cried out at the heightened feelings of drying sensitivity following her own orgasm. He forcefully pulled her down onto his lap, jerking his hips up while holding her in place. Then he erupted. 

Jessica sat on Steed Fowler's cock feeling his hot sperm flow freely into her pussy. Tears ran openly down her cheeks. She had never before felt so violated, but the fact that she had climaxed first in manifestation of her own undeniable enjoyment was even more disturbing. She felt Fowler's penis throbbing, spurting sperm into her, until finally, with Fowler well and truly spent, the torrent subsided.

Jessica sat, silently shrouded in embarrassment, while the bastard recovered his breath. She felt his cock shrink and then slip out while she sat on his thighs. In her spread position, Jessica immediately felt his thick juice leak from her gaping pussy. But she was afraid to move, not knowing how this awful man, her manipulative, blackmailer would react. 

"Fuck me that was good babe." Fowler once more spread his arms along the back of the seat and looked somewhat mockingly at the girl astride his thighs.

"So do we have a deal then?" Jessica asked.

"Mmmm, not sure yet."

"What, you bastard, you said that ..."

"Dave," Fowler shouted, "get in here."

One of the camera team came bounding through to Jessica's living room.

"Shit boss, you fucked her?" he asked with envious surprise.

"Yeah, and now she wants us to keep the films away from the internet and let her off presenting the late nighter. What do you say Dave."

"Come on Steed ..." pleaded Jessica.

Dave was a little word shy given the situation he found himself in and stammered out an unintelligible response.

"I think Dave here needs something too Jess."

"No, please ..." 

"Play with yourself," ordered Fowler. "Masturbate! And don't fake it. I won't let you stop until you cum." 

"Oh come on," Jessica was gutted. As if the embarrassment and degrading nature of this situation wasn't bad enough she knew that reaching a climax would be difficult given that she had only just had an orgasm whilst impaled on this bastard's dick. 

"Do it Weston, or else ..."

Jessica stood up resigned to her fate and the two men watched as the beautiful blond haired girl began stroking her pussy. Her finger disappeared inside the slit as her hand moved steadily up and down. They watched intently as one finger dipped inside and then they began to touch themselves as her hand pumped in and out. Jessica's other hand focused on massaging her clit. 

"The sooner I cum," Jessica thought, "the sooner we'll be done."

Despite having already climaxed recently Jessica felt herself getting wet once more. The men could sense it and they smiled. There was no way she could masturbate and not get excited. As her finger slipped in and out she could hear the tell tale noises her juices were making. When she touched her clit, she felt how hard it was. 

Jessica closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling between her legs. Imagining she was home alone in bed she fell to her knees with her thighs spread wide apart. 

While her eyes were closed, Dave moved over to her and stood between her legs. As he watched her masturbate, he jerked off. 

"Go on Dave show the slut what she means to you."

Fowler's voice caused Jess to open her eyes and through the mists of her humiliation she saw a stream of sperm shoot onto her face. Load after load covered her nose, mouth, eyes and cheeks as well as leaving several trails down onto and over her breasts. Dave redirected his shooting cock to between her legs and covered her hands and pussy with the remaining spunk.

Jessica felt the fresh cum running down her face and dripping off her nose and chin. When she inhaled, the gooey substance was sucked into her nose, blocking the air flow. She instinctively took a deep breath through her mouth to get oxygen into her lungs, and in doing so, drew in yet more cum. Jessica tried to spit it out, but each time she moved her lips, the sperm simply trailed down her chin.

"Why did you stop?" Fowler asked the startled girl. "You haven't cum yet. I told you not to stop until I see you cum. Now masturbate!"

Jessica became nauseous. She felt the sticky sperm on her face and tasted it in her mouth. No one had ever cum on her face before, nor had she ever tasted it in such vast quantities. That only happened in movies. She watched the disgusting man standing before her slowly stroking his still hard cock. 

She knew that she must finish herself off before anything else sprayed her face.

Once again, Jessica's hands delved busily between her legs. This time the feeling was a little different. The cum deposited on her hands and pussy was now being rubbed inside her. She was actually rubbing his cum into her body. She found the thought excruciatingly sickly, but the extra lubrication actually helped her stimulation. Before she knew it, Jessica was once again on the brink of climaxing. 

"Uh... ah...aahhh," Jessica moaned as her orgasm approached, "oh... ah...aaahhhhhhh." 

The two men watched with glee as the Jessica came. There was no doubt that it was real. Her face reflected her ecstasy and her hips jerked as, to take her through the final throes, her fingers moved even more quickly. 

Finally she came to rest. When Jessica opened her eyes she saw Fowler and Dave smiling down at her. She was ashamed that they had witnessed her orgasm. But at last it was over and she would be free to put all of this behind her as if it had never happened. As Dave stepped back, Jessica stood up. While she was putting her shorts back on Fowler sat back down in the chair. 

"Okay, Jessica, one more thing before you go." 

Jessica looked apprehensively at the man, "But I did what you asked. I masturbated and came for you." 

"Yes you did, but I'm not completely satisfied yet. I still have another erection. Suck me, Jess." 

After all that she had done, this was completely unexpected.

"No, I won't do that," she rebelled. "I can't do that." 

"Jessica," he said in a condescending tone, "remember our deal. You don't want to lose all of the career aspirations you ever had, do you? Think of your future." 

Jessica hesitated for a moment and then realized it was hopeless to protest. She dropped to her knees between the outstretched legs of his seated body and looked at the long thick cock in his hand. She took the cock from him and opened her mouth around it. As the purple head penetrated her, it stretched her lips gloriously wide. 

"Shit," she thought, "it's gigantic."

The humbled TV presenter moved her head up and down on the hard cock. She felt the soft skin with the rock solid centre slide between her lips. She started licking the end using the small darting motions of her tongue as her mouth continued to stroke.

Jessica seemed to have a certain natural ability.

Fowler was in ecstasy. As he watched the blonde head bob up and down in his lap, he felt her moist lips sucking him off. He knew he wouldn't last long. When he felt himself about to cum, he grabbed the back of Jessica's head and forcefully held her trapped on his erupting cock. 

Jessica felt him twitch and knew he was going to cum. She tried to pull her head away, but he held her too firmly. She felt the first load hit the back of her throat. The next and the one after filled her mouth. She was forced to swallow the sperm in order to make room for the next load. The bastard came so much that her mouth filled up time after time. By the time he released her head, her belly was full and her lips were dripping.

He pushed her away leaving a thick string of sperm connecting them. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The action seemed somewhat animal like and added to the general wild look that Jessica's dishevelled appearance was taking on.

"So Fowler. We're done then are we. I'm free from your seedy little TV plan, free from the internet and free to forget all about you?"




Presenting Jessica Ch. 02



"I don't know Jessica, what do you think Dave?" 

"All I know boss," said a more confident Dave, "is that we got that entire masturbation scene on tape and managed to get your blow job as well."

"Really," Fowler stroked his chin as if considering the new found information.

"Please Steed, I did everything you asked. You fucked me, I blew you, you came over me, shit Steed you've robbed me of every ounce of self respect please let me be free of you."

"You know what Jess, fuck it, I just love you. I love your body; I love your face ..."

He stood up menacingly and knelt before her his face inches from hers.

"I love your tits and I love your juicy, widespread cunt!"

Jessica did not like his tone one bit.

"So, you know what, bollocks to letting you be free. You can do my show or I open a special Jessica Weston porn site. I have enough footage and pictures of you from today to provide weekly updates for years."

"What," she was devastated.

"Come on Dave, let's go pack the kit up and piss off.

"Steed please. Look you can fuck me again, all the team can, come on, don't do this."

"Fuck off Weston. Here come to this address tomorrow," he threw a scrap of paper at her. "If you're not there expect to see your gorgeous body all over the web before you can say 'swallow my cum'!" he laughed at the allusion to his recent experience of her.

As the men went to pack up their gear Jessica knew she had been duped into being their sexual plaything without them ever having any intention of freeing her from her role in their cheap internet show.

Covered in drying sperm and naked, except for a pair of brief cut off shorts with the fly buttons wide open, Jessica curled her body into a ball and cried her heart out.

******

To be continued ... 



Presenting Jessica Ch. 03



The audience jumped, almost as one, in response to the loudest bang they had ever heard. 

As if on cue, two jets of fine spray showered across the entry to the long walkway.

Nobody moved.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared, interested, anticipating what might happen next.

Then they saw. 

Saw a figure, nubile and lean; appear almost silhouetted through the water jets.

Hazy, water driven, light induced bands of blue, green and yellow appeared, floating in front of the female form, enveloping her in an aura of rainbow delights.

Still nobody moved.

They could only stare at the magical experience unfolding before them. 

Supernatural?

They gazed in awe and wonder.

The female shape stepped forward, looking fresh and eager in her new costume; the pink T-shirt, tight and low cut; the blue denim waistcoat with white lace trim; and the white fringed calf length boots. She looked like a cowgirl, she was a cowgirl. She could be anything they wanted.

One hot, ready-for-anything, cowgirl.

Then there was her skirt. She could feel the heat of the lights ride up her long tanned limbs. The skirt was short, very short and white, white to accentuate the colour of her flesh. One slight movement and she knew the cheeks of her bottom and the thin line of thong material would be revealed. Anywhere else it would be embarrassing, but not here. Here it was good, it was cool and it was sexy.

She could feel the frilly lace hem of the skirt brush against the tops of her thighs and she knew that she would drive them wild.

Laughing softly to herself, and trembling just a little in anticipation of what she was about to do, she stepped forward. The water jets stopped and the audience, now snapped out of its reverie, cheered as one. 

A single wall of cacophonic sound.

******

Jessica had been left with little choice. She had worked hard to progress in her TV career and she was poised to become more mainstream having left Fox Sports which in turn meant more fame and more money! So when Steed Fowler turned up and blackmailed her into presenting his internet and audience only cheap pseudo porn show, given that she had so much to lose, she had reluctantly agreed.

Jessica had turned up at the 'rehearsal' and discovered exactly what would be required of her. It wasn't nice but she hoped that if she could get through this ordeal then that would be the end of it. She would take his money and be free to pursue her career and leave this day and Fowler far behind.

However she was concerned. Apprehensive that, even though her exposure would be contained, she was involved in something that she would never be able to leave behind. It scared her and it could make or break her.

******

"Jason, just get lost please."

"But Jess I ..."

"You sold me out in return for that bastard's money. There is no way back from that Jason. You will never have my trust again. Goodbye!"

Jessica slammed the phone down on her erstwhile boyfriend. She could still not bear to think about the day when he took her into the woods near the lake outside her house and had sex with her whilst Fowler and his crew set up cameras in the house to film them. All for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Even hearing his voice made her feel sick. No, she was on her own now and for the time being at least that was the best way to be.

******

Every head in the room moved to look her way. As the nubile form made its way down the ramp towards the main stage the expectant silence gave way to rapturous noise. Although the natural sway of her body and her costume combined to give Jessica an air of confidence it was with an inherent nervousness that she entered the auditorium.

Keeping her eyes low, she skipped down the gentle slope to meet her audience, taking a long moment before looking up at the games master who was none other than Steed Fowler himself. He was grinning lecherously. Jessica sat down on a bar stool style seat and, nervously, she glanced down at the floor, eyes looking anywhere but at Fowler.

"Glad you could join us today, Miss Jessica," she heard him say calmly after clearing his throat. His voice was deep and resonant; his tone was light and mocking. "We are always glad when our star performer decides to be good enough to put in an appearance." 

Jessica gulped as a loud cheer reverberated around the theatre. She looked up at Fowler, her face flushed with the potential for her embarrassment. Staring into his eyes she found ice cold blue staring hard back at her. Her mouth went dry as she tried to reply, stopping her words from forming properly and allowing only the most embarrassing little squeak. The audience laughed and she closed her mouth, a mortified look on her face. 

"I must say, your state of attire is quite fetching my dear." He continued to mock her for the benefit of the show, "But you are very late you know, was it the complexities of your costume that caused you to be behind schedule? I can certainly forgive tardiness when it is in the pursuit of such perfection in dress," Fowler continued, looking her up and down pointedly. 

Again a loud cheer rang out. Jessica could already sense of excitement building up in the room. An excitement that would no doubt be gratified by her and what she was about to endure. 

Jessica flushed even hotter, watching his eyes as they lingered on her chest. She squirmed slightly in her seat, then stopped as the subtle movement reminded her that her small, tight thong was beginning to worm its way between the folds of her pussy lips. 

"I'm sorry, sir...: she stammered, finally finding her voice, "I...uh...overslept..."

Glancing up at one of several large screens around the room she saw the camera focused on her thighs at the point where they met the high hem of her short cowgirl skirt. She felt like a total fool.

"Ahhh, the dark coils of dreams had you in their grasp, and you were too taken with their shadowy promise to hear your alarm?" The questioned was asked in a light tone, but held an edge of dark steel within it. 

"...Erm...the alarm didn't..." Jessica sputtered, trying to regain control of her tongue. The unflinching gaze of hundreds of lust hungry people was wreaking havoc inside her. 

"Your personal reminder didn't wake you, is that it?" Fowler asked pointedly, a hard tone creeping into the edges of his manner. "Perhaps we can furnish you with a more reliable reminder, Miss Jessica, one that you could not possibly forget. Up you get."  

He tapped her left thigh with his wooden pointer as he stated simply what he wanted her to do. Meekly, head bowed, Jessica rose from her seat, careful to smooth her brief skirt down as far as she could. It was an ironically demure gesture given her predicament. She stood shaking slightly. 

Fowler sat himself down in his own swivel chair in the centre of the stage, motioning her over with a crisp gesture of his hand. With quaking legs, and lurching stomach, she moved slowly towards him, standing with her back to the audience. The whole of the theatre was deathly silent. She could hear the tiny clicks of her heels on the hardwood floor as she fidgeted with her feet, unable to look Fowler in the eye.

"What shall we do to her?" Fowler shouted to the audience.

"Strip her!" ... "Fuck her!" ... "Whip her!" ... "Make her beg!"

None of them were very palatable in Jessica's mind.

"Okay now look at your voting pads in the arm of your seat. You will see the choices you have. Select one ... now!"

Jessica glance up at the screen and saw the choices that would have appeared on the voting pads and on the thousands of internet screens currently tuned into her performance.

1. Tell her off 2. Send her home 3. Make her write out 'I shall not be late' 100 times 4. Spank her

Jessica was clear where this vote would go and so she steeled herself for a good spanking.

"So the first round of voting is in and we have a result. Place yourself over my lap, young lady," he commanded, voice calmly cold. There was a huge cheer. Jessica's eyes flew open feigning shock and surprise. 

"Wha....what do you mean?" she asked, her voice quaking. For an answer he reached out and ensnared her arm, hauling her onto his lap with a forceful tug. She fell forward, her abdomen colliding with his groin, her skirt flying up high. She heard delighted gasps from the audience as her virtually naked backside was suddenly revealed to all. Jessica squirmed as she felt herself being manhandled over his thighs, reaching behind and desperately trying to grab her skirt to cover herself. Strong hands caught her wrists though, and prevented her from accomplishing this. 

Cameras zoomed in close making sure that everyone was being treated to an unobstructed view of her backside and thighs, and the brief covering of white thong that could be seen at their juncture. She twisted mightily, trying to free herself from his grip, but found herself unable to overcome Fowler's steel-like strength. Her struggles looked great on camera and to the watching audience. Fleetingly she thought of how many erections she was now the source of.

"Ahhh... I think I'm getting a better idea as to the reason for your lateness," Jessica heard him say gloatingly as her arms were wrenched behind her back propping her ass up higher and putting her even more on display. She knew that the camera would be focused now on the way her thong was moulded around her pussy. Fowler had demanded that she finger herself a little before coming out just to make sure that she was juicing as she arrived on stage.

"See," he addressed the audience, "She had things on her mind other than keeping her appointment with you today." Jessica squeezed her eyes tightly shut, mortified. The entire population of the theatre and subscribing internet was now looking at her ass, and there wasn't anything she could do to prevent it. Jessica was experiencing the reality of her situation and it had genuinely started to concern her. 

She was so humiliated and embarrassed she couldn't even bring herself to scream. She struggled ineffectually, trying to wring herself out of his grip, but he held her fast. When she felt his hand pat her lovely firm ass, the intimate contact made her stop writhing and go rigid with anticipation.

"Now, while I deal out this lesson in timeliness, you will all be required to come up with at least twenty descriptions of our young Miss Jessica here," Fowler instructed. "After each slap the word you chose as most popular to describe her will be played out over the speakers for all to hear."

Jessica felt his palm explode on her backside in a terrific smack. Her eyes flew open and she ceased breathing, unable to believe what was happening, before the initial numbness of his slap gave way to a searing sting. 

"SLUT!" boomed out the surround sound.

Her other cheek flashed with white hot pain from another smack. Jessica kicked and struggled for all she was worth, desperately trying to avoid his hand as he rained a barrage of stinging blows down onto her pert backside. It didn't matter, his grip was too tight, and she was nowhere near strong enough to be a match for it. 

"WHORE ... FUCK-TOY ... SLAVE ... SPERM-BAG ..."

Smack after smack found it's searing mark, and all Jessica could do was endure it, tears welling up in her eyes, as much from the humiliation as from the physical pain. Each fresh slap brought with it the initial sting, and then a long slow heat that redoubled every time a new impact landed.

"PUSSY ... CUNT ... WORTHLESS ... SPANK-DOLL ..."

"Please stop..." Jessica heard herself sputter, the stinging heat from his spanking beginning to spread outward from her backside, enveloping her entire lower regions. His only response was to lift her ass even higher; landing a few slaps on her upper thighs as if to make his point. 

Jessica whined and cried out, a pitiful yelp after every smack, as Fowler got into a rhythm, spanking each cheek once before returning to the first only when the full impact of the pain was at its worst. To add to her humiliation Jessica was surprisingly hurt by the names being called out over the speaker system, each one stinging her with its ferocity.

"WET-TWAT ... COCK-MEAT ... GIRL-PET ... CUM-SWALLOWING ..."

Jessica could only lie there, the fight leaving her as new feelings began to flutter deep within her lower belly. The heat from his exploding hand was finding its way into the deepest part of her, affecting her in a way she simply couldn't believe. She was becoming even more moist! 

Fresh humiliation washed over her as she endured this punishment, feeling betrayed by her own body as her wriggling took on a new reasoning. She felt her back arching involuntarily, as if inviting further abuse of her tender buttocks. Abuse found them easily enough, as smack after smack continued on each reddened cheek. He spanked her thoroughly, moving his impact around covering every inch of delicate flesh, sometimes smacking their uppermost summits, and sometimes lavishing attention on that most tender area where the buttocks and thighs met. 

Jessica could hear herself panting now, and not only in pain. A fire teased at her pussy. A fire made all the hotter by the fact that her ass was being bared to all. No one moved their eyes from her as the display in discipline continued. Whether in the theatre or across the internet, everyone simply watched.

Then it stopped.

"So, let that be a lesson to you," Fowler gloated, giving each cheek an extra hard smack before stopping. 

The audience cheered and applauded. For a long moment Jessica just lay there, backside raised high to the watching world, simply panting and gasping, relieved the punishment had ended, and yet also...disappointed? 

Her mind whirled in a haze of disbelief, pain and desire. Her backside throbbed agonizingly, and the cool air she could feel from the air conditioning system only seemed to mock her agonies instead of soothe them. She began to rise up from his lap. The entire audience had just witnessed her being very soundly spanked, had just seen all of her girlish charms, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. Before she even got halfway up, though, she felt his strong hand press her back down.

"Where are you going slut?" Jessica could not believe her ears!

"Aren't...isn't it...over?" She stammered in a small voice, her heart full of dread.

"Not even close, girl," Fowler replied, hands holding her firmly in place. "I've simply tired of that particular target."

She seemed genuinely concerned now and the viewers were absolutely convinced that the poor girl was petrified of her situation. In fact that whole psychological area of whether she had expected this was becoming ever more grey for Jessica herself.

Jessica's mind floundered. She didn't understand what he meant, couldn't fathom what else there was... Her body was tired, worn out from what felt like an age of enduring a painful ordeal. What else could he subject her to?

"Since I suspect that it was not sleep, but some form of masturbatory diversion that kept you so late, Miss Jessica, I feel it only proper to make my reminder keenly felt in that place which seems to govern your thoughts." 

The audience went wild as they realised what he meant.

"NO! You can't!" she cried out, trying to get her exhausted body to fight its way out of his grip. Instead, she felt him pin her to his lap with his elbows, and begin prising apart her thighs with strong sturdy hands! She was being opened up to the entire theatre and across his internet channel. Jessica wriggled and writhed, but was simply no match for him.

"Again people please vote."

Jessica couldn't see this time as the large screens once more displayed the voting options.

1. Spank her pussy with her panties on 2. Pull her panties down and spank her 3. Let her up 4. Spank her ass again but leave her pussy alone

Again it would be a no-brainer!

And so it proved to be.

Jessica let her head drop in shame, keenly aware that the entire audience was now looking at her upturned backside and soft pussy flesh. Her ass glowed from the effects of Fowler's spanking, and even more horrifying, the sensitive leaves of her labia now glistened with evidence of her arousal, her clitoris swollen and distended ... throbbing ... pulsating.

She moaned quietly, feeling the insistent pressure of Fowler's strong hands as they held her thighs wide apart. She was going to let him do whatever he desired now, she knew. Against her will, or perhaps in spite of it, her body was now his. 

"Now it is time to pay a disciplined reminder to this very succulent part of you." Jessica heard him gloat as he wound down her panties leaving them mid thigh stretched by the width of her parted legs.

"Shall I?" he gloated as his fingertips patted the tender flesh of her pussy. Jessica's traitorous body issued a slight spasm at this simple touch as hot, lusting sensitivity coursed from her groin outwards. 

"Yesssssssss!" yelled the audience as one in response. His touching of her then ceased and there was a long, silence.

"My, my," Fowler chuckled at last. "Gentlemen, and ladies, it appears Miss Jessica has groomed herself for this reminder, shaving away any hindrance to my spanking!"

Tears welled up in Jess's eyes as her most personal hygiene was so flippantly discussed. It was true, she had shaved for this program, not that she had been asked to, it was just that she felt she ought. Now her decision was serving to inflame Fowler and the hundreds of thousands now watching her both live and on the internet. She wriggled and moaned as Fowler's wandering fingers then continued their tapping, patting at her reddened clitoris maddeningly. Then, suddenly, searing fire exploded on her most tender flesh!

"AAAARRRGGGHH!" Her cry reverberated throughout the theatre. Before she could close her legs, he had them ensnared with his own, keeping her exposed and vulnerable. Another wet slap battered her sex, stinging it torturously, and Jessica yelled in earnest. Once again her body betrayed her, though, unable to struggle against her tormentor, exhausted and aroused. 

Her clitoris burned like fire after the initial sting abated; filling her lower belly with a tingling heat she had never before felt with such intensity. Her mind fogged as her body took over, another slap assaulted her senses and left her unable to do much more than wriggle and yelp. Fowler took his time spanking her delightful pussy; each smack delivered deliberately and crisply, timed to optimise the painful sting. Her pelvis bounced on his knees involuntarily with each fresh strike, her tears falling from eyes screwed tightly shut. She gasped, yelped and moaned, each impact driving her further and further to a precipice unknown to her before now. Her humiliation mixed with a carnal desperation. 

She needed more.... She needed to stop......She needed to...

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH FUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSS!!" 

Her head and neck lifted up and she let out a primal cry as the climax she had been trying to hold off exploded through her in waves. Her body rocked on its precarious perch as shocks of hot pleasure ripped through her. Jessica could sense a force like never before forcing the juice from her body. She was sure that must be ejaculating her orgasm like a jet from between her legs but of course the effect that would create, if indeed it was true, would be lost on Fowler's lap. She had never squirted her pleasure before and it was amazing!

Each spank on her cunt flesh only seemed to magnify the assault until the humiliatingly shameful ordeal was finished and she was at last spent. 

With a few final hearty smacks, Fowler eventually ceased his ministrations on her tender pussy, now throbbing and raw from his abuse. She simply lay in his lap, her sex still exposed to the room's gaze as she panted, the stars bursting in her head still making it impossible to see. 




Presenting Jessica Ch. 03



Slowly, the world came back into focus. Jessica started to hear clearly the cheers and applause of the audience. She was numb with shock. Spanking her had been part of the plan, even on her naked pussy, but the orgasm! That hadn't been planned and she could feel Fowler's burgeoning erection underneath her stomach. The climax had shattered her. She could not believe the display she had just provided. 

She felt Fowler lift her from his lap, patting her backside fondly as he did so, and pull up her thong, revealing the sodden patch on his suit that confirmed that she had indeed ejaculated her juices all over him. She was led groggily back to her seat once again, trying frantically to absorb what had just happened. She was deeply humiliated. Not only had she been publicly spanked live on TV on her bare ass, not only had her pussy been made public viewing, but she had been slapped directly on her naked, juicing cunt and made to orgasm from it, all in front of thousands and thousands of people. 

Her blistered buttocks tensed in shock as the cold of her leather covered seat made contact, a small reflex that at once had the auditorium muttering with excitement once again. Jess lowered her eyes, not daring to look up.

"Now, I am sure that is a reminder that won't ever be forgotten!" Fowler proclaimed, in a tone as casual as though he were discussing the weather. "See that you are on time from now on, Miss Jessica, or I shall have to repeat your punishment."

The audience laughed heartily. Fowler was making a fortune, Jessica's orgasm had seen to that.

"Now it's time for the main event."

Everyone cheered.

"Stand up please Miss Jessica."

Jess eased carefully of her seat.

"This is the part of the show where you can bid to see Jessica strip. Each of you has already provided a credit card number which has been inserted into the voting device. You will now use the device as a means to bid and the sum total of your bids will see Jessica here take off an item of clothing."

Jessica looked down at the ground, her long hair hanging splendidly loose, and shook her head -- just as Fowler had planned for her to do.

"So first we need $5,000 and Jess will take off her waistcoat. Please start the bidding."

The large screen displaying the counter reached $5,000 in no time.

"Excellent," remarked the mercenary Fowler, "Jess, the waistcoat if you please."

Slowly Jessica slipped off her denim waistcoat. She hadn't revealed anything yet but the whole audience cheered, aware that their gorgeous bidding slave was now one item nearer to naked.

"Okay bidders, next up is her boots, and for them we need $10,000 each!"

The money was not Jessica's prime focus at this time but even so she couldn't help reflecting on the lumps of money being given to watch her take off her clothes. $10,000 to remove each boot!"

However, once again, just a few moments from Fowler's announcement the board had rattled up $10,000. Fowler turned and smiled and Jess removed her right boot. The announcement, the bidding and the end result were repeated for Jess's other boot. She stood facing her audience, gorgeous and still tall in her bare feet.

"And now for the serious stuff. Her skirt is next!"

The loudest cheer was reserved for this announcement.

"A change of plan. Please key in your own single bid that you can personally afford in order to make this happen. What would you bid individually to watch her slip off that brief, sexy cowgirl skirt?"

He was clever there was no doubting that.

The screen unbelievingly showed the top 3 bids as being $25,000, $17,000 and $13,000.

"Wow," remarked Fowler, some of you certainly want to see her naked. Okay to make it easier on those bidders the total value for Jess's skirt to go is $55,000, this way you others can supplement the top 3 bidders."

Fowler had secured all 3 top bids -- smart move!

Having gone through the preliminaries the total was soon reached.

"Okay then Jess, take it off."

As demurely as she could manage Jess undid the button fastening on her skirt and watched it slide down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of it. Most of her tanned legs had been in view previously, but having no skirt meant that her bare flesh went on and on interrupted only by the thin string of her thong.

A repeat of the process saw $80,000 bid for her t-shirt to be removed. Fowler could hardly contain his excitement as Jessica took hold of the hem of her pink, tight top and pulled it high over her head. The audience applauded wildly as she faced them wearing only a matching white lacy bra and thong.

"Hell, yes!" hissed Fowler reflecting the opinion of every one of his paying punters.

"Shall we do the rest?"

There would be no stopping now. The only problem was that Fowler had promised Jess he wouldn't make her get naked just yet. However even she could see that there would be chaos if she retained any item of clothing, given the ever developing air of wild lust.

The bidding process now went wild. For Jessica to remove her bra the going rate was apparently valued at $105,000.

Fowler was almost breathless with the excitement. He knew he would make a packet from the entrance fees and internet subscriptions but this windfall was a bonus.

"Take your bra off," came the short, curt command when the bidding was done. 

Fowler stood patiently waiting; the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Jessica reached around to her back; one of her long fingernails flicked the frail hook of metal free from its clasp and the straps loosened across her shoulders. She glanced up, first at Fowler and then at the audience, as she allowed the lacy material to slacken from its cover around her breasts. 

She tossed the bra onto the stage, furtively glancing as she did so at Fowler's crotch, the telltale bulge against his smart black trousers. 

The audience's combined gaze seemed now to linger lustfully on her breasts as she removed her hands form their front and exposed her tits fully. The cheers erupted.

Fowler let the furore quieten down a little before speaking again.

"Put your hands behind your head Jessica," he ordered. She did as she was told knowing full well that the resultant position would thrust out her breasts for all to see.

"And now for Jessica's Pussy!" There was a silent anticipation.

"If any of the top 3 bids is less than $75,000 we will not proceed." There was a murmur but not of too much discontent as clearly the majority of the watching audience, unbelievably, shared Fowler's valuation.

As Jessica stood almost naked and stock still, Fowler asked for the next round of bidding to begin. Interestingly all 3 of the top bids were for a total of $75,000. Had fowler been too clever -- could he have got more? Well, no doubt $225,000 just for Jessica to strip completely naked by removing her thong was seen by him as good business.

"Okay then my slut, thong off please."

Jessica turned her head to look at Fowler, before moving her hands away from her head and hooking her fingers in the strings on either hip. There she paused.

"Come on ... show us your pussy ... get naked bitch ..."

Jessica swallowed hard and began to move the material slowly down her thighs. Given the shaven nature of her pussy the thong was quite a way down her legs before her juice soaked slit came into view. The audience cheered. It was only seconds thereafter that the thong slipped to the floor and Jess stood stark pussy naked.

"Oh Jessica, you are so fucking hot," drooled Fowler, "bend over, grab your ankles and show your ass to the gentlemen and ladies." 

Given that she hadn't expected to get naked at this stage every extra command now was added, unplanned humiliation. But she complied flashing her wet pussy folds clearly between her slightly spread thighs. Fowler walked up to her and slapped her already reddened ass again. Jessica yelped, stumbled but still held her ground.

Just then there was a noise as four large men, clearly wrestlers, ran on from the back and down the slope. The crowd cheered. Jessica was dumbstruck as she knew what was planned to happen from here but she wasn't supposed to be naked and in a very compromising position.

The men each wore leather bottoms ranging from full trousers, to shorts and even a pair of speedo like briefs. Everyone had his bulging tattooed upper torso bare. Jessica looked petite and miniscule by their comparison.

"Fuck!" shouted Fowler, "it's the Leather Boys, I fired them last week what can they want?"

The audience screamed with delighted anticipation as the leather clad invaders bounded their huge bodies towards Jessica who in turn gave up her subservient position and ran away from the gang.

Her mind was a whirl. This was the part of the show where she knew they would appear, and chase her. But she was nude, and the plan was for her to end up cornered in the make shift wrestling ring that had now appeared and be subjected to their wrestling abuse. This was to have been done with her still wearing bra and panties not naked, as she now was. She had been told that they would strip her but only after the 'moves' -- what the fuck would happen now?

The audience went wild as the Leather Boys made a show of catching Jessica. It was quite simple really as they just herded her like a sheep until they had backed her into the place where they wanted her to be. Jessica stood shaking with supposed fear in the middle of the ring with a Leather Boy at each corner. Was it 'supposed' fear? Jessica appeared very fearful of what was about to happen to her.

******

The Boys looked invigorated no doubt in anticipation of what they were about to do. Jessica knew they would corner her in the ring, that was the plan, but she was not expecting to be naked ... she hadn't practised any move with them. 

This was going to be real! Fuck!

She protected her breasts and pussy with her arms and hands. Jessica was panting heavily, winded and tired, from her spanking, her shoulders were slouched and her ass cheeks were still as red a rose. 

Leather Boy 1 began his tirade of abuse before stepping anywhere near Jessica. 

"I'm up first then boys, I'm gonna take this whore where it hurts." 

The audience yelled their approval as Leather Boy 1 climbed between the ropes, ready to dispense his fighting capability onto the poor, tired Jessica. 

He sauntered around Jess, who stood still watching him closely in the centre of the ring, only turning to keep the would-be attacker to her front. After a few turns around the beautiful girl, he made his move. 

Leaping forward he gripped a handful of Jess's long blonde hair then he lifted his arm and sent it crashing between Jessica's shoulder blades. Jess gave a girlish grunt and fell to her knees, gasping in pain. Leather Boy 1 wasted little time before delivering a knee lift that sent Jessica, to whoops of audience delight, sliding heavily onto her ass. She was badly shaken and now petrified of what they would do to her. This wasn't rehearsed and wasn't play-acting. It was real and they were out to get her!

Another knee to her unprotected chest dropped Jess like a rock, and double karate chops to the sides of her neck almost decapitated her. Leather Boy 2 was tagged enabling him to enter the ring and it was him this time that sauntered around behind the blonde beauty. Jessica was groggy and, despite the fact that she knew he was there, she could do little to stop him as he grabbed both of her wrists, wrenched them backward, and smiled as the beleaguered girl yelled in pain.

"Oooouccchhhhh! Fucck!" she cried out.

Leather Boy 2 leaned forward to apply more pressure to Jessica's arms which forced her to lean forward. Kneeling behind poor Jessica, he dug his knee into the centre of her back, forcing her tits out and eliciting another series of agonized cries. 

"Please, stop it ... dooooooooooooon't!"

The paying audience and internet viewers loved it.

The Leather Boy then crossed Jess's arms in front of her, and again hauled her backwards, yanking her aching limbs in different directions. He purposely held Jess in a position facing the remaining two of his colleagues yet to get in the ring, giving them a full view of the tortured look on her face. The leather pants of each team member betrayed their solid erections no doubt thrusting in response to the actions they were performing on poor Jess.

As Jessica continued to suffer from the agonising push of the knee in her back, beads of sweat began to dribble down her lovely face and onto her bouncing bare breasts. 

The Leather Boy released his arm lock, seemingly satisfied with the destruction he had rained down on the lovely girl. Then without waiting for 'tags' the remaining 2 Leather team members plus Leather Boy 1 entered the ring. Boy 2 kept his position behind Jessica, lifting her arms to apply a double claw hold to the poor girl's ribs. He displayed his awesome upper body strength, flexing his huge arms and shoulders in an effort to seriously wind his beautiful blonde victim. 

The audience was thrown into stunned silence as all the Leather Boys approached poor Jessica at once. Straining, Jess's face contorted in pain as the pressure on her ribs became so great that she was unable to scream or even lift her arms. She instead snapped her head back, catching Leather Boy 2 in the nose with the back of her head. 

He was momentarily thrown off balance with blood streaming down his face and he angrily released her from his hold. Jessica slumped forward, clutching her sides, moaning in undisguised pain. Stunned only for a moment, the Leather Boy who had been caught by Jessica's flying head, wiped the blood away, lifted her arms once again and slapped the double claw back on the aching muscles in her armpits.

The Boys whooped in delight as Jessica closed her eyes in agony, rearing her head back in an incredible bellowing scream. Fowler was openly stroking himself as Leather Boy 2 tore into Jess's sides again. He twisted the muscles, kneading his nails into the soft flesh. After a few moments, Jess's contorted face began to relax and she started to slump forward, losing her will to continue. The Boy's grip began to soften, but he wasn't done with poor Jess just yet. 

He again released his grip on Jessica's armpits, sliding his hands forward and under her arms to cradle her lovely, rounded breasts. Unable to fight back at all, given her state of near unconsciousness, Jessica could only sob, moaning lightly. She shook her head in an attempt to clear the grogginess. The Boy continued to massage Jess's tits, running his finger tips over the areola, causing her nipples to swell, fully erect. In a last attempt at self protection Jessica weakly slapped at the Boy's forearms trying to drive his hands away from her tender teats. 

Realising that Jessica still had the last remnants of fight in her, another of the Leather Boys tore into her tits, squeezing the perspiring, slippery flesh in his hands, wringing them out. Jess again let out a bellowing scream, a huge, terrifying noise from such a delicate, beautiful girl. The tit maul that had now started became compounded as 3 of the Boys now violently and mercilessly abused poor Jessica. 

Each squeeze of her breasts was ruthlessly followed by a nipple wringing, twisting motion. It hurt so much that Jess threatened to pass out. The poor girl tearfully begged them to stop, her eyes watering in pain as she tried in vain to separate the multiple tight grips from her ravaged breasts. 

In a single motion Jessica was then lifted, partly it seemed by her breasts and dropped to the floor of the ring with a heavy thud. She could only roll onto her stomach, cradling her tits, trying desperately to comfort their agony. 

The Boys towered over the beaten Jessica. 

"Come on slut we're gonna hurt you some more!"

The audience cheered.

Jessica felt herself being rolled onto her back by a booted foot. Her legs were kicked wide apart and as if in slow motion she saw the underside of a boot come viciously down onto her groin striking her between the legs deep into the folds of her pussy.

Jess doubled up in pain, clutching her naked womanhood. In too much pain to scream, her mouth just hung open in agony. One of the new Leather Boys looked down at the contorted beauty and prised Jess's hands away from her groin, opening her up so that he could repeat the action. The audience erupted into standing applause.

The Boys turned and high fived one another, leaving Jessica once more clutching at her pussy. But her respite was short lived as one Boy motioned to another for him to hold Jess in a full nelson, giving him unobstructed access to her beautiful breasts. 

He started with her nipples, twisting both in his tight grip, while his team mate held the full nelson. Then two other Boys, taking one of Jessica's arms each, dragged her to a standing position. With both arms spread, the other 2 Boys took turns to fondle her breasts and scratch her naked flesh. She was soon slumped in their hold and when they let her go jess simply fell to her knees. Beaten and exhausted ... her head lolling, her mind slowly approaching a state of unconsciousness.

The Boys faced Jess once again. One of the team took her hair in his hands and pulled her head up and back exposing her neck allowing another to slip a leather collar around it.

"Good doggy," he laughed as he clipped a lead onto the collar. With a quick tug Jess was pulled forward onto all fours and forced to crawl after the Boy holding the lead. The crowd cheered as Jessica was paraded around the ring in this humiliating manner. The remaining team members followed her taking turns to land a stinging flat palmed slap onto her sore ass.

"Bark for me bitch!"

Being so embarrassed Jessica struggled, but managed to utter, "Woof, woof!"

The Boys and the audience hooted with derisory laughter.

"Again, cunt!"

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Once more humiliating laughter rang out.

"Cock your leg up like a dog wanting to piss."

"Please," Jessica pleaded.

"Do it slut!"

Jessica balanced on one knee and held her right leg up as far as she could in the style of a dog wanting to pee.

"Okay, now piss for us."

"W ...w...what?"

"You heard."

The audience were rolling about with laughter now.

"I ... I ... I can't."

The Boys smiled down at her.

"Okay whore, don't worry."

Jessica felt a brief relief, but it was building up to be the time for more.

"Fuck her ... fuck her ... fuck ... fuck her ..." came the chants.

Unclipping the lead the Boys left the collared Jessica on her knees in the middle of the ring whilst they moved aside muttering to one another in mutual secrecy. After some discussion they nodded their heads in agreement and moved back to the girl. Jess was pushed down flat to the floor before the boys used their boots and rolled the lovely girl over onto her back. 

One of the Boys, the one in leather Speedos, straddled her head. He whipped out his erect cock and began to slap Jess around the face with it. The audience erupted and the Boys fell about laughing at seeing Jessica being so humiliated.

"Fuck her ... fuck her ... fuck ... fuck her ..." continued the cry.

The Boy straddling her got up leaving his pre-cum juices covering Jess's face. The group stood around the poor girl towering above her. Two of them were positioned at either side of her body and taking her arms they held them wide pinning her to the floor of the ring. They all leered at her, making their intentions very clear.

Jessica tried to scream but a hand covered her mouth.

"You wanna be our fuck toy slut?"

Jess shook her head frantically. The audience was not sure whether this was still part of the plan or not and the sense of excited anticipation was tangible. Whether it was considered part of the show in Jess's mind or not was immaterial because at the moment they pinned her naked body down she knew that she was going to be raped by these men. 




Presenting Jessica Ch. 03



They were going fuck her senseless. Jess was so scared, but excited at the same time. When she was forced to sign up for Fowler's show Jess never ever expected it to get quite this far ... but here she was, beaten and about to be fucked, publicly live on TV and across the internet. The humiliation was overwhelming.

Jessica looked up as she heard a huge roar from the audience. The Leather Boys had started to strip off the few clothes they wore. 'Oh fuck' thought Jess, they were huge...large muscles, large cocks...all much larger than anything she had taken before ... even when Fowler had screwed her.

And then they turned on her... at first it was total chaos as all the Boys tried to get a hand on poor Jess ... hands groped and explored every inch of her body... despite the sound thrashing she had taken from them Jessica had never been so overly stimulated at a single moment. The two team members that had been pinning her down were now no longer required and so all four Boys were free to grope and grab and explore the beautiful female flesh on display before them. The cameras zoomed in as the audience watched, intrigued, excited and horrified at what they were witnessing. 

Two of the Boys moved to her head and took turns stuffing their cocks in her mouth. One of them was more forceful, pushing his way in and down to the back of her throat. At the same time, another knelt between her legs and began eating her pussy with a forceful vigour that made Jess yelp. Fingers then probed inside her, invading her pussy and ass at the same time. Three fingers were forced between her cunt lips as Jess realised that she would be raped in more ways than one.

With her pussy sufficiently wet from all the finger attention and mouth sucking, one of the team moved between her legs and placed his cock against her opened slit. He looked over at Fowler, who nodded.

"Ready for a real cock bitch," he laughed as he began to ease his way in. It took him several attempts to completely bury his cock inside Jess ... but he did it. Fuck he was big and Jessica felt as though she had been impaled on something huge.

"Nghhhumpphh! leeeeessssss!" she cried out, her mouth now fully burdened by the deep insertion of another large penis. The pressure on her abused body was incredible. At the same time that the Boy was forcing his way into her pussy, she felt an explosion of cum in her mouth. Jess almost choked as she was forced to swallow all of his seed despite her awkward position.

In the mean time, the monster fucking her had picked up the pace, driving the full length of his cock in and out. Jess flailed like a doll. 

"I'm gonna fill you now cunt!"

"Nooooooooooooo, Pleease dooooooooon't!" Jess yelled, her mouth now free from its previous invasion. Then she felt the convulsions of his cock as he erupted inside of her. Stream after thick, sticky stream flowed into Jess's pussy.

"Fuck yessssssssss!" The Boy cried.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no ..." Jessica sobbed.

He finished cumming and then took his cock and stuck it in her face.

"Can you smell your juices slut!"

Jessica nodded.

"Then clean it cunt!"

He stuffed his slime covered penis into her mouth...she could taste his semen and her pussy juice in a cocktail of lust as she sucked and licked him truly dry. As she cleaned the length of turgid flesh, another of the Boys climbed between her legs and began to fuck her. This new act went on for what seemed like an eternity, as she was again soundly fucked. 

Until Jess was rolled onto her stomach...

The audience cheered again at this turn of events.

"Oh fuck, noooooooooo!"

They were going to fuck her in the ass. She tried her best to fight, but she was so tired at this point and they were so strong. It didn't take long for them to lube her rose hole with all the residual fluids they had created, and so, after a few assaults with his fingers, the remaining team member, whose seed she had not taken yet plunged his cock deep into her ass. 

"Ahhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!" Jess cried out. She had been taken there before but not by something so big and in such a public manner. This was horrible!

The poor abused girl felt her ass open up to the Boy's huge penis. It burned for a little while and then it started to feel good...the pressure was incredible. Whoever it was that was fucking her ass was enjoying himself and he began to groan and thrust faster...and then he came, driving the full length of his cock into her.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yessssssssssssssss!"

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk noooooooooooooo!"

The same cry... almost.

Two people.

Different reasons.

Then Jess felt him withdraw. Felt semen running down her thighs and then felt another cock drive into her bottom.

"Hey Jess, great show ... Well bye for now folks that's all we have time for!"

Fowler had entered her, filling her ass completely and was now announcing the end of the show whilst riding her. Her poor, aching, over used, semen covered body would be up there with the credits ... Jess cried out and sobbed.

******

Jessica Weston closed the door of her brand new Mercedes convertible and walked up the long driveway of her lakeside house. She had demolished the old one and had a new one built at the same spot but nearer to the water. She didn't actually have to work much these days as she had the girls to do it for her. However occasionally she would do a special show for Steed.

After her total degrading humiliation live on air Jess had never looked back. Fowler made so much money from the event that in the end she had taken over $2m from him, and an offer to set up her own Internet TV station. 

Fowler had initially funded 'Jessica's Joy Rides' to the tune of over $5m but the site had been, and still was, so popular that his money had been recouped with interest in months.

Jess could never go back to mainstream TV of course, but hey, who cared. Life was good ... life was very good.

THE END