Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the thoughts or actions of Jessica Alba.It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it.

A/N: Thanks for the response on "The Audition" I'm glad y'all enjoyed it, even had a few who mentioned how much they loved that Lela Star was in it. Sorry if this disappoints but Lela is not in this chapter. If you didn't get it thus far- This is the continuing chapter of "Another 'ALBA' Story: The Audition"- Enjoy- INYOTEF ;)

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Her skin was glistening, glinting, from the perspiration; her tanned body nicely oiled up as he cupped and massaged her generous, round breasts, her erect nipples chaffing under his palms. She threw her head back moaning in delight, her sensual body thrusting slowly up and down. Jessica Alba's soft bedroom eyes fluttered open and she looked down at him; her full glittering lips curling in a smile, her face haloed with an ethereal light that made her look like an angel.

He groaned as she shifted her hips and started grinding them into his, her tender, tight quim sloshing so agonisingly slowly over his erect manhood, squeezing him in her gorgeous body. He took firm hold of both her firm buttocks and rubbed them, guiding her movements; her pleasurable response being to ride him faster and then--

Then he groaned as he awoke in his bed to find his erection bulging in his Kelvin Klein boxers that were slimy from his emission- Another fucking wet dream about Jessica Alba!

It had happened twice a week for the last three; ever since the audition with her and Lela Star, in which he had had sex with both his idol and the pornstar. Since then he had been waiting for all the preparation work to be over and done with then he was to travel to Philadelphia where the movie would be shot on location...

It'd been a month now and his flight was booked for the morning; which Paramount Pictures were kindly paying for.

He looked at the digital clock on his bedside table; 03:45 am... Six hours to go till he needed to be at LAX for his flight. He sighed and then swore finding that his sheets were wet from his wet dream as well, 'fuck!' he swore again, this time out loud. He got out of bed pulled his duvet off, threw it aside then ripped off the sheets. He took the stained sheets to the bathroom where he threw it in the washing machine after which he ran the shower...

'Better make it a cold one,' he said to himself, adjusting the taps; images of Alba still flashing through his mind...

*

The flight to Philly was an uneventful affair with the only notable event being a bible missionary trying to preach to him on the flight. He arrived at the hotel he was staying at and there he unpacked his suitcase when the phone rang...

'Sir,' the clerk at the reception desk said,' I have a Mr Scott Free for you, shall I patch the call through? Though it may be a practical joker,' he quipped.

'Eh, yeah- yes; please do.'

'Hey buddy how you doing?' the movie producer said as he came on the line, 'I heard good things about your meeting with Jessica and Lela (Read "Another 'ALBA' Story: The Audition").'

'Went as well as it could have I suppose,' he said, wondering exactly how much he HAD heard.

'So,' we need you here at around six this evening so I hope you're good. I'd love to chat but y'know how it is in the movie biz; busy, busy, busy. See ya man, chow...'

"CLICK!"

He stood there with the phone still to his ear, a bit stunned; then he just sighed and put it on the hook. Oh well, he thought, at least he had a couple of hours to kill. Still, he was kind of edgy- it was sort of nervousness compiled with anxiety, mixed with some excitement as well. He was nervous about having sex on camera and a little anxious that he might freeze up; at the same time the thrilling prospect had him as giddy as a horny teenager- 'cause lord knew he wanted to have sex with Alba again.

And it wasn't just that she was so goddamn gorgeous, or that he had a long time crush on her; the fact was- a fact that a bona fide professional pornstar attested to- Jessica Alba fucked like a minx! She had him cuming within two minutes when she gave him a handjob; and when they had sex, it was the most phenomenal experience of his life. The woman knew the effect she had on men; she had feigned being shy, but once she let go she used her body to make his head spin when he came inside her; besides all that the whole experience had been so surreal, like he had dreamt it- Really? Who the fuck would believe him!

No wonder he couldn't get her out of his head he thought. And now he was hours away from having her again. He groaned as the thought made his dick swell, 'shit,' he grumbled and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower...

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He found himself in one of Philadelphia's poorer districts, a place he sort of recognised from one of Stallone's "Rocky" movies. The entire block had been blocked off and a crew of at least two hundred were busy working. Over on the field he saw a bunch of trailers and by one of these he saw a man bench pressing with weights. When the man sat up and dabbed himself with a towel, he was stunned to realise that it was Mark Wahlberg. And looking over the street he saw Mel or Malcolm, the guy who played the son in "The Cosby Show" drinking coffee. The man who was talking to Malcolm he recognised from his search on the internet as the movies director, John Stockwell.

Since it was cold in Philly he wore a thick commando jacket over a Lakers shirt and a pair on black jeans and Bronx boots. He walked over to the coffee and helped himself to a cup trying to eavesdrop on the director and actor's conversation...

...'That's after the shootout right?' Malcolm was saying.

'No, no that's before. While we do the closed set shoot, you and Mark will do the fight scene in the alley. So after the fight your character, "Big Boy the pimp," then pulls a gun.'

'Right, right,' the actor followed, 'I scream, "I'm gonna fuck you up cracker" and we go into the shootout.'

The director nodded and patted him on the back, 'you got it Mal...'

At this point John Stockwell caught sight of him, 'I'm sorry; who are you...?'

'Oh no wait, you're here for the opening scene with Jessica right,' he smiled taking your hand, 'John Stockwell, director.'

He smiled back and gave his name, 'pleasure to meet you sir.'

'Me too. I'm kinda balls to brass, so le'me see about getting you where you need to be; le'me think- Jessica...'

'So, Jessica is; where the fuck is Jessica?' he said looking confused; clearly stressed.

'Make-up,' Malcolm answered.

'Oh yeah, right,' the director said scratching his hair, 'I guess you can drink your coffee, then what you want to do is head into that building there (he pointed across the street to what looked like a derelict apartment building) and go up to the second floor which is where we'll be shooting the scene in about an hour. I'm gonna be down here-'

'Shit,' he interrupted himself, 'where are those fucking gaffers going with that equipment?' he yelled walking off.

While they were talking Malcolm had gone over to Mark (Wahlberg), - probably to discuss the big shootout they were going to do- so he was again standing by himself. He decided to go and have a look at the set where they'd (Jessica Alba & him) be filming; walking across the street and into the old building. He trudged up the stairs and into the apartment on the right. It was a small two bedroom place (bedroom and living room with an open kitchen and a small bathroom) the wallpaper on the walls peeling and wooden floors tarnished. There was an old tattered two-seater sofa in the middle of the small living room, and a small TV set in a wall unit on the side. The whole place was fully kitted with lights and microphones and video camera's all ready for filming.

He saw some photo's scattered around and had a look at them; they were there as decorative props- photos of Jessica Alba looking poor with a little girl in her arms. She had said she was playing a prostitute with a daughter. On closer inspection he noticed Jessica was using her own daughter, Honor, to play her child.

He wondered why on earth she'd use her daughter in a movie in which she was actually going to have sex for the sex scene; then he thought it was probably for the same reason; authenticity. They wanted the fiction to be as believable as possible.

'E-hum,' He heard a throat clear behind him and turned to catch Jessica Alba grinning at him.

'Hi,' she greeted walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

'Hi yourself,' he greeted back looking at her. She was dressed in a floral dress with a denim jacket over it and wore a pair of flat sandals. Her hair (dyed chestnut brown and not a streaky blonde as it was the last time he saw her) was tied up in a bun. She also had a modest application of makeup and large cheap looking hoop earrings in her ears, 'so are you Jessica or Lexis (her characters name)?' he grinned.

Alba laughed, 'yeah, this is basically me in character.'

'I'm really freezing in this dress though,' she whined, 'so how are you?'

'I'm good,' he said, turning and looking around the room, 'never been part of anything like this,' he commented.

'Nervous?' she asked giving him a knowing look.

'N-no, I'm cool.'

'Really?' Alba smirked, 'you're not even a little nervous about what we're going to be doing here tonight?'

'Well; I mean it's not like there's that much of a down side for me,' he sallied.

Jessica nudged him in the ribs, 'you ass,' she said. 'Well, I don't know about you but I still have butterflies about playing an exhibitionist and putting my sex life on camera.'

'I'm part of your sex life?' he quipped, 'I thought this was just casual.'

Alba gave him a miffed stare...

'Relax Jessica, I'm trying to lighten the mood, y'know, settle the nerves,' he said smiling at her.

'So you do have nerves then,' Alba accused, turning and running her finger across the tattered upholstery of the sofa, 'or was that also false sensitivity?'

He gave a mock gasp of shock, 'false sensitivity, Ms Alba you cut me deep just then.'

'Sure; tell me you getting in my pants again is not a factor here?'

'Nope; I'm just in it for the money- Sorry to disappoint.'

This time she couldn't contain herself and laughed out loud.

'I still can't wrap my head around why you're doing this though,' he said taking a serious tone again.

Alba shrugged, 'like I said, I needed a push into the spotlight again.'

'Well yeah,' he said giving her a nod of acknowledgement, 'but I mean appearing nude in a love scene would be enough to get you noticed. I mean you could have done a topless magazine spread for FHM for that...'

'But why agree to have sex with a stranger?'

He noticed the uncertainty and comfortableness on her face so he decided to back off; just because he had sex with her didn't give the right to pry... 'Look if I crossed a line; I apologies,' he said sincerely.

'No need,' she said half sitting on the back of the backrest of the sofa and folding her arms, 'I guess I wanted some excitement in my life. Needed to escape the whole nine to five mommy and wife routine... When I was younger; before Cash, I had a really adventurous sex life..maybe I just wanted to know what that was like again I guess-' she trailed off.

It wasn't really an explanation for cheating on her husband; but he figured it was what she needed to tell herself and he'd be damned stupid to press the matter further, so he decided to shift the conversation... 'And? Was it?' he asked.

'Sorry?'

'Was I exciting?' He grinned.

'Easy cheesy,' Alba beamed back, 'you were- manageable..' she said with a quizzical frown.

'Manageable? What the fuck is manageable?' he asked confused, 'a dog or a bank account is manageable.'

Jessica laughed out loud again, 'sorry, I couldn't think of a word.'

'Yeah I guess that's why actors need scripts.'

'Hey,' she snapped playfully, 'that was below the belt...'

This time he laughed, 'I must say, you're really something else for a celeb Ms Alba.'

'Meaning?'

'Meaning- You're..manageable,' he grinned.

'But really, I mean call it male ego if you must- was I all that bad?'

Jessica stood up- and did what was becoming a tell of her nervousness- she bit the fingernail of her forefinger, 'I dunno,' she smiled.

'You don't know?' he repeated in disbelief.

'Well, maybe my memory needs to be jogged,' Jessica said; her voice low and scraggy.

'Wh-' he paused as what she had just said sunk in and his brain caught up. He looked at Jessica and found her looking back intently- She was being dead serious.

'Aren't we about to start, shoo-'

'Thirty minutes,' she said looking at her watch, 'John is all about punctuality; and the crew won't come up here till the shoot; and...'

She looked back up at him, 'like I said I'm knotted up with nerves so I could use some kind of release.. You think you could get your shit together in fifteen minutes?'

'I thought you said thirty?'

'The crew preps in fifteen,' Jessica clarified, 'so how about it?'

He moved toward her and she quickly shuffled her ass over the backrest of the sofa rustling her ankle-length dress up to her waist. He came between her legs, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock as Alba tried to get her clothing out the way.

In her personal space he started pumping his cock trying to get it stiff while Jessica tried shifting her panty aside to uncover her crotch.

'You good?' she asked him, riding her legs up his waist.

'Gimme a second here.'

'Hurry up,' Jessica urged a tad annoyed.

His cock swelled up and he guided it between her thighs and pushed forward, feeling it graze over her hand.

'Sorry,' Jessica said and stopped rubbing her quim; pulling her hand from between her spread legs.

He shifted his cock down again and pressed it against her moist lips then pushed; groaning in frustration again as he slipped over her soft snatch down towards her ass.

'Need directions,' Alba quipped in a mocking tone.

'Seriously!?' he shot back, the frustration getting the better of him.

He pushed against her slit a third time; this time pushing down to her entrance before slowly thrusting forward.

Alba's mouth opened as she felt him slide into her pliable vagina, her muscles stretching around his girth. He grit his teeth and pushed hard, feeling her smooth walls slowly release for him. God she was tight, her pussy barely even moist.

She latched onto him and groaned as he slowly filled her out, trying to buck her hips. Filling her all the way he instantly moved inside her pulling out and pushing back in. She let go of him and gripped the sofa her knuckles turning white as she felt him starting to slowly fuck her. He gripped one of her legs under the knee and started grunting as he picked it up a bit working his cock in and out of Jessica Alba's spongy sex. She grew wetter with each trust; her moans picking up. She bit her lip to keep from yelling out as she lift her dress and saw his hard penis piston in and out of her vagina.

'Ohmigod' Jessica grit, clenching her ass. It felt extraordinary. She hugged him again, wrapping her arms and legs around him. He was throbbing inside her, god his dick felt good.

He nearly lost his mind with the way Alba was clenching at his cock with her vaginal muscles, but he loved every moment of it, her pussy felt so wonderfully moist and warm...

Just then they both froze mid fuck as they heard voices coming from the stairwell.

'I-I thought you said-'

'Fuck, pull out,' she said, really not wanting to argue about this.

With a groan he withdrew his hard cock from her sex and uncomfortably pushed it back in his pants as she fixed her panty and dress and stood up next to him.

She gave him and awkward smile as the director and filming crew walked into the room.

'Jess, you're here, I sent someone to find you; we caught a break with the last scene and did it in one take so we're good to get started here.'

'Oh, great,' Jessica said, too embarrassed and breathless to say any more.

John Stockwell walked over to him, 'well I don't think we need a wardrobe change for you sir. You know what you're doing right?'

'Yeah- yes,' he said, 'I get brought in by the pimp and I meet Jessica or Lexis, say a line, and she sends me to the room where we say a few more lines then we shoot the scene.'

'Excellent,' John said, 'so we should get it all in one take, 'cause I tell you, the budget Paramount gave for this film is ridiculous!' he continued, apparently addressing the room showing how stressed out he was.

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Within fifteen minutes the crew had prepped everything and were ready to roll cameras; he was standing outside the apartment with Malcolm and Jessica was inside with her daughter (whom her nanny had brought). There were two other men behind them; one with a camera and the other with a microphone...

'Quiet on set!' he heard Stockwell say... 'And action!'

He followed Malcolm to the front door where he, Malcolm, knocked on it. Alba opened the door in character with her daughter on her hip. She had the look of a junkie as she waved us into the apartment. They walked in and Malcolm put on a mean face as he took Alba to the corner of the room and whispered to her.

'You'll get a cut, same as always,' Alba said as Lexis, 'I don't work for you Big Boy.'

Malcolm snorted and then walked past the camera out of the shot.

Alba turned to him as Lexis, 'price of running your own business huh?'

He controlled his nerves, took a breath and spoke his line, 'Whatever; so how much?'

Alba put her daughter down; careful to point her in the direction of her nanny, who she walked to, then stood up with a smug look on her face, 'Hey, not in front of my kid ok. Into the fucking bedroom- move!'

He turned and walked to the bedroom with Alba following behind him...

'And cut!' Stockwell said, 'good take guys.'

John Stockwell stood up, 'alright we're chopping and changing, moving to the closed set; if you're not supposed to be here, kindly leave please.'

Most of the crew started filing out leaving only about ten people left along with Stockwell, Jessica, and him; a third of them female.

Jessica was taking a minute to kiss her daughter and say goodbye before the child left with her nanny.

'Okay, alright, Jess honey, you feeling good about this?'

'Yeah magnanimous, Jessica mocked sarcastically.

'Yeah. So let's just shoot the business scene and then prepare for the, ehm, love scene.'

'Oh, Johnny, stop being so 1930's,' Alba quipped, 'just say sex scene.'

'Right places everyone,' John said ignoring her last comment.

He walked to the bedside and Jessica moved to the dressing table while the crew set the sound and cameras...

'Action!' Stockwell ordered...

Alba walked to the drawer and opened and shut it for no apparent reason then turned to him, 'so, what service do you want,' she asked once again in character.

He again got his nerves under control, 'there some sort of premium package?'

'Very funny,' Alba as Lexis smirked, 'It's 70 for a blowjob, 120 if you cum in my mouth; 250 for sex and 400 for anal.'

He reached into his pockets for the cash he got from one of the crew members then spoke his final line, 'I got 300, what's that good for?'

Jessica walked up to him and took the cash then pretended to count it, '300's good for a blowjob and a fuck; but you wear a rubber...'

'Cut!' Stockwell said over his megaphone again, that's great work, we got it all.'

'So Jess the balls in your court you wanna take some time to figure things out?'

'Figure things out?' she repeated, 'you really suck at this don't you; no we'll do it now if it's okay with him,' she said looking at him.
'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...

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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.

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

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