Another 'Alba' Story: The Shoot

'I'm- yeah I'm good.'

'Alright then, we do the first scene and then you guys tell us when you're good to- to go- to continue.'

He moved into position and sat on the bed, Jessica moving toward him and kneeling between his legs. He unbuckled his belt and she helped him slide it over his hips... 'So just how much of your nakedness will be showing in this movie?' he asked.

'Not nervous, huh,' she smiled, 'worried they'll be exposing your happy bits?'

'Don't worry, they'll focus on my boobs, my bum, and a glimpse to just above my clit; you're safe, only your ass will be shown.'

'Who said anything about me worrying,' he said, pretention written so obviously over his face.

'Please; I doubt you're hoping to get glimpses of me on cinema after already fucking me.'

With that she tugged down his boxers and released his half-erect dick, 'shit, you're still a bit messy from me,' she whispered looking around at the crew careful to hide the view of his cock.

She gripped his dick and slowly started stroking it; a groan- coming from the men on the crew and not from him- going through the room. He bit his lip as his dick hardened in her hand as she jerked his cock steadily. She looked up at him and started wetting her lips and preparing to go down on him. Just the thought that Jessica Alba was going to give him head caused a dribble of pre-cum to leak from his dick and trickle over his hand and she looked at him with a slight gasp...

'Okay quiet please,' Stockwell's voice interrupted the moment they shared, 'set marker, and...'

'Action!'

Alba took a breath and lowered her head to his lap and closed her luscious lips around his cock. He groaned as it twitched and his hips jerked, his body shuddering from the sheer elation. Jessica slid her lips up and down his length her tongue running along the underside of his flesh as she bobbed her head steadily. He looked up at the flacking ceiling and groaned feeling her work up and down his dick with her wicked mouth. the wetness and warmness of her mouth felt so good and when she slurped up and lapped along his knob and jerked his shaft further in and he had to pinch not to lose it right there.

Jessica took a second to catch her breath and just rubbed his penis for a moment; then she collected some spit in her mouth and drooled it over his dick before taking him in her mouth again and sucking hard. She worked him more persistently jacking him off and bobbing her head in unison..he could feel his balls start to tingle and wiped his forehead and shut his eyes- Then he did something stupid-

'OH fuck, Jessica,' he squirmed...

'CUT!' came John Stock Well's yelling voice.

Jessica stopped in her tracks and looked up, some of her saliva clinging to his cock. She wiped her mouth and looked at the director, 'what the hell John?'

'What the hell? Ask him what the hell...!'

Her name is Lexis buddy, not Jessica, alright; try to keep up.'

He looked up feeling stupid for the blooper but Jessica came to his rescue.

'I'm giving the guy a blowjob John; he made a mistake, deal with it...'

'Besides, I think we did this long enough, we can move on.'

Stockwell lit a cigarette and took a drag to counter-act all the anxiety, 'yeah, I guess you're right.'

He turned to the crew, 'okay places people lets get moving we got work to do.'

Alba got up smiling at him, 'that's our cue to strip,' she said.

He looked up at her trying to put on a let's-do-this face, but the reality was that her words had sprung the reality on him: he was going to have sex in front of all these people!

Jessica shrugged off the denim jacket then loosened the dress she had on and took it off handing it to one of her assistants. Standing there in her lace cream bra and matching panties; she bent over and unfastened the sandals she wore and kicked them off. Pulling the blankets of the bed open; she climbed in, shuffling underneath, then tossed her panty on the floor (again to the tortured groaning of the two men on the crew). After that she unclipped her bra and exposed her supple tits to everyone in the small room.

Stripped naked Jessica Alba looked at his expectantly...

He swallowed hard then started pulling off his clothing; first his coat and T-shirt then long sleeve top underneath. He then pulled off his jean and; kicked off his Bronx, then pulled off his socks as well. Now only wearing his boxers, he climbed under the cover with Alba quickly, shivering as the coldness in the room was quite nippy. Finding a little warmth he flicked off his underwear and also tossed it aside.

And so there he was; butt naked and in bed with Jessica Alba on the up side, but about to perform a public exhibition on the down...

Alba lift her leg as she slid the blanket off her so that her privates was hidden and then motioned him closer. He went to lie over her while she also tried to get comfortable. As she moved her breasts wobbled enticingly like jelly which had the men in the room wishing they were in his position.

She looked in his eyes and smiled nervously, 'you good?'

He returned her smile, 'yeah,' he lied; truth was his heart was pounding and his palms were clammy; and despite the fact that he was lying on top of a naked Jessica Alba, his cock was limp with no intention of "rising to the occasion.' Shit, he thought; Lela Star was right, he had performance anxiety.

'S-so- so, let's, e-hum, p-places,' he heard Stockwell mumble, 'c'mon people let's get them cameras rolling...'

Jessica put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down over her, spreading her legs wide open so that he could slide between them. He looked down at her clean shaven vagina to find her brown lips still parted from having already penetrated her; her sex already glistening and ready. Even the lust filled look reflected in her dark brown eyes told him that she wanted to do this. He went down and put his face in the crook of her supple neck then took hold of his dick and rubbed it over her bare sex trying to stimulate it (Jessica's body twitching in response).

'Action!' John said...

Alba held her breath waiting for him to push into her... It didn't happen; she merely felt him brush his cock over her pussy, and, she could feel that it wasn't hard. Oh no, she thought...

She reached down and took firm hold of his shaft starting to jerk it and get him erect.

'Try and relax,' she whispered in his ear, 'it's just you and me; look at me?'

He raised his head and looked into her soft bedroom eyes trying to ignore everyone else in the room...

'Keep looking at me,' she repeated in an undertone, 'I'm gonna come on top now.'

With that she shuffled up and he got on his back. Alba pulled the blanket up to just cover her butt as she straddled him and took his cock masturbating him again. He looked strait into her eyes blocking out the world around him. Soon his feeling returned and he felt his blood rushing to his groin. Jessica gave a little smile feeling his penis swell in her palm. She lift her waist and guided him to her sex, nudging his cock against her hole then steadily swallowed it in her tight twat.

He groaned out loud as again Jessica Alba's sheathing warmth surrounded him. She pressed her waist down slowly working him inside her body, her slick cunt stretching around him.

'Yess..' she whispered when she felt his balls press against her ass.

Jessica took only a brief moment to adjust to his size then slurred up his length before dropping down with a slap again. Her scrumptious, round, buttocks tapped against his ball sack as she rhythmically thrust her waist up and down riding his cock persistently.

The crowd in the room didn't matter; their uncomfortable and covetous grunts were ignored as Jessica bounced on his hard dick. She was hot and wet, spilling over his testicles as she gave in to all the exasperation, all the build up. She pushed down on him, making sure she felt him hit her cervix before she rose up to do it again. Her face contorted, her hair flailing over it, her soft bounteous bosom jiggling up and down as she worked her taut body sexily.

He gripped her hips as she thrust her waist up and down taking his cock so graciously; holding her as he tried his best to thump into her. The squeaking of the mattress filled the room as they fucked on top of it just giving it to each other with unbridled fervour. Alba fell forward; her tits crushed onto his chest, her stiff nipples rubbing against him as she moved her body back and forth. She bucked her hips and now slowly ground them up and down, her pussy sloshing up and down his hard cock. She looked him in the eyes again, clenching her jaw as she worked his manhood, watching him flinch as the pleasure she gave him spread in his body. She then stopped moving and rolled off him and onto her back...

He pulled himself up and rolled on top of her, lowering his head and kissing up her neck and down to her collarbone then down to her breasts. There he sucked her nipple and bit it gently before licking the soft flesh of her firm mound. Alba moaned as he gave her body so much needed attention before she reached down and gripped his dick again wanting him back inside her...

'Ahh shit,' he grunted as he pushed back into her again.

He lifted himself over her and worked his hips up and down making her whine and spread her legs further apart. His cock pulsed inside her sex; it felt so goddamn good. his grunts came out as gasps as he felt her strong walls clamp around his cock and then pushed deep into her- There he held, shuddered, and without warning or control grimaced as he erupted inside her. Alba's mouth opened wide as she felt him let go; her pussy going rigid and milking him. She latched onto him and her body jerked as the strong spurts of seminal fluid ejaculated into her womb...

Out of breath, cock now sensitive, he looked down at her to find her looking up to him in shock. Then he realised how short a time he had fucked her for!

He pulled out of her and tried to avoid eye contact then sighed in relief when he heard the director yell cut.

Alba didn't look at him either, she just grabbed the robe that was brought to her and put it on then got out of the bed. She walked over to John Stockwell and spoke to him privately for about two minutes then left the room.

'Okay,' Stockwell said, 'no worries buddy, it happens to all of us. Why don't you take a nice hot shower and we'll do another take in about thirty minutes.'

'Another take?' he said shocked.

'Yeah Jessica suggested you both take a chance to recover.'

He took the robe that was handed to him and put it on, 'I think I need a cold shower,' he said out loud.

*

After half an hour he came back into the room still wearing the robe; he had decided to come back like this because he figured it was no use getting dressed. He probably looked like a dick to the others; all of them probably out there making fun of him for blowing his load after barely two minutes. For fuck's sake he had quite a build up after screwing Alba up against the couch; but no, they didn't know about that- but she did; he hoped she knew that was why he had cum so quickly; but then there was that look of utter shock on her face...!

He looked around at the crew that was preparing to retake the shoot and sighed. Neither Jessica nor John were here yet...

'Coffee?' he heard a voice behind him say and turned to find Alba (also again in her robe) behind him with the piping hot beverage.

'Thanks,' he smiled taking it from her and blowing it, 'look about earlier-' he began only to have Jessica shake her head.

'Spilt milk; it happens,' she dismissed.

'I just thought you'd be upset, y'know having to do this again, you probably wanted it over and done with.'

Jessica smiled at him but didn't respond; so he figured he'd better drop it. She swallowed her last gulp of coffee and looked at her watch; it must have been around ten o clock. Jessica then walked over to the bed and got under the blankets and then took off the robe to lie there utterly naked again, and it didn't matter how many times he saw it; he was always gobsmacked at just how hot this woman was. He saw her grin while looking at him then realised his erect cock was poking out of his robe. Red-faced he pulled it close and walked over and got in bed with her.

'Do I really excite you that much?' she asked; but before he could answer Stockwell walked in and started getting everybody ready.

'I know this isn't really a controlled- thing- but we need to get it all this time please,' he said looking at him and Alba.

'Can't you just edit the first footage and mix it with what we shoot now?' Alba asked him, 'I mean the scene is what, five to eight minutes long?'

John looked at her pondering it, 'well yeah that'd work..thanks Jess.'

Another pearly white smile was her reply.

She spun over on her stomach and he looked down at her, then at her smooth slit peeking out.

'We may as well try another position,' she said.

He lied down on her and pushed his cock over her sex, but she pulled away just as he was about to enter her.

'I need some stimulation first, or else it'll hurt,' she explained to him.

He grinned at her, and she looked up at him a bit bemused; but her eyes soon glazed over and her lips parted as he rubbed her pussy gently. He reached in and fondled her warm sex pushing his fingers against her clit, her body stiffening from the shocking effect. Alba shut her eyes as he pushed two fingers in her hole, driving the deep into her depths before curling his fingers. She shuddered as he worked them in and out of her, paying special attention to the sensitive bundle of nerves which he rubbed with his palm.

She gasped out loud as he pressed his body over her and pushed his cock into her slit. She clamped down on him and he groaned feeling her quim shut around his tip; then braced himself and ploughed forward, pushing hard. She gripped the sheet and pushed her ass into his groin as she gave way, her muscles stretching around his cack. Filling her out and nestled inside Jessica Alba's tight pussy he began fucking her- driving in and out of her slowly. She followed the motion, working her waist up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her sweet sex...

'AA- ACTION!' Stockwell squealed, finally realising he wasn't filming them...

As the cameras rolled the two on the bed took no note. They just continued fucking, seemingly trapped in their own world...!

Jessica snapped her eyes shut and moaned... 'Ahh-huhh, ohh, ohh, yess, neernnfffnnnfck...' as she felt him plunge into her again and again, going deep and hard; his cock throbbing in her body. He was in utter, exhilarating ecstasy as he speared Jessica's sweaty pussy, trying to focus and remember every little feeling, every smell; knowing he'd never have her again.

He drove deep into her, hearing her actually yell out; then held there, slowly humping a bit of his dick in her cunt. She lifted her ass pushing it into him trying to feel him fill her more, her wetness dampening her inner-thighs. He kissed her cheek then grimaced as he started thrusting in and out of her again; slapping into that perfect ass of hers, making it ripple.

'Ohgodohgodohgod, Ohmigod OHhh!' 'Jessica squirmed, knuckles turning white, her fingers still clutching the sheet.

Abruptly he slowed down and then stopped; pulsing there nestled in her steamy sex. Alba turned her face to him and kissed him. She slid her tongue into his mouth, receiving his in return. She sucked on it as they made out desperately. He started moving again; just barely slewing in and out of her, but it was enough for her to moan into his mouth. Stopping again she whimpered as he pulled out of her.

She turned over on the bed and looked down at his glistening cock and stroked it a little for him. He sat up on his knees and took her hands pulling her up onto him. There she reached down and took hold of his penis again, steadied herself then dropped her waist and swallowed it in her hungry cunt.

She hugged him tightly, feet firmly flat on the bed for support; picking up where they had left off and thrusting her waist up and down, sliding her delectable quim over his erection. Immediately the feeling enveloped her again, and she started moaning uncontrollably. She looked up and shut her eyes continuing to ride his stiff cock. He swore her pussy was growing hotter as it slid rapidly over his member, it felt hotter, as if it were gonna explode (which wasn't figuratively far off). He pulled her buttocks apart as he had done before and fucked her back, her tight pussy stretching open to show off her rich pink inside.

All at once Alba bit her tongue and groaned then swooned as the building pleasure flooded her system and washed over her; a sensual bliss that swept her very soul consumed her- then she jerked in spasms as she again clamped down on him then drenched his balls with her flowing, oily mess. Seeing Jessica Alba come was all that he could take and it was enough for it all to cave in on him; and he shuddered as, again, he filled her with his sperm; burst after burst erupting out of his pulsing cock until it went flaccid deep in her aching sex...

They breathed heavily sitting there holding each other closely trying to register the world around them. Jessica moved first and looked at him; her face glowing from perspiration, strands of her hair clinging to her brow; yet she looked so relaxed. She pulled on her gown and then carefully got off him, some of their mixed fluids spilling as his cock slipped out of her vagina. She fastened the gown and loosened her tangled hair, then drank some of the water the assistant had brought her. At this point he got up as well and covered his nakedness.

'Cc-cut..' Stockwell suddenly said, finally catching up...

'That- that's a wrap guys; nice work.'

He tried to look at Alba but she turned and left the room again; probably off to have a shower again he thought...

-

Two hours later he was dressed and standing at one of the caravans waiting for Scott Free the producer. Scott came out of the trailer followed by a short blonde woman...

'Well I'm hearing things went well, so thank you for doing the part,' he grinned... 'Unfortunately as stipulated in the document you signed that finishes your contract and you have to move off location.'

'What; why?' he asked.

The blonde handed the producer an envelope which Scott in turn gave to him, 'this is your pay, you'll find it's quite generous considering how small the actual scene is...'

'But we have to protect Ms Alba's reputation and private life, so it's best you're kept from seeing her again.'

'That's it!?' he asked stunned, 'so you're just chucking me out?'

'Like I said,' Scott said, 'It was all in the document YOU signed. Look on the bright side; when the film releases next year you'll have a unique connection to it.'

With that Scot Free and the blonde walked away, and he heard a security guard behind him-

'Sir, I'm here to escort you off-'

'Yeah I know!' he said glumly.

With that he walked away, and as he did he thought about what the producer had said about the movie and him having the unique experience of knowing he was really fucking Alba in the opening credits...

He looked back and saw her standing by her trailer... Jessica Alba smiled and waved at him then stepped back inside...

Shit he thought; he needed another cold shower.

***

And the moral of the story is: always have cold showers when thoughts of Jessica Alba crop up-INYOTEF ;)

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