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Author's Notes: Usual crap about how you shouldn't read this if you're not supposed to. I guess we all wish we could do house calls like this.
The last year had been incredible for Jessica Alba. A virtual unknown, she'd rose to instant stardom with her leading role in "Dark Angel," one of the biggest TV hits of the year. She was getting movie offers, commercial deals and had become a sex symbol to millions on the Internet, several magazines already heralding her as the sexiest woman on Earth (although those bastards at "People" didn't even put her on their "50 Most Beautiful List"). And most of all, she was in love.
Falling for a co-star was nothing new for actors but it was a bit different here. After months of keeping up the "we're just friends' line, Jessica had finally come out and admitted she was engaged to Michael Weatherly, who played Logan on the show. The fact that the man was ten years Jessica's senior had raised eyebrows but Jessica really loved him and hoped it wouldn't be just another "divorced in less than a year" Hollywood tale.
With the wedding and the show being renewed, coupled with some movie deals, Jessica was riding pretty high and was relaxing at her apartment, a more pricy one than she had been able to afford before the show came about. She was dressed in a simple outfit, her long dark hair flowing to her shoulders. Even without much makeup, she was still gorgeous, her mixed heritage producing a beauty that made it seem like she really was genetically engineered.
She was taking a break just hanging around her home, trying to figure out wedding arrangements and not at all expecting the knock on her door. She frowned as she headed to answer it, wondering if maybe Michael had decided to spend an afternoon over. She still smiled at the thoughts of their incredible love making last night and hoped for a repeat.
Sadly, the man on the other side of the door wasn't Michael but rather someone Jessica hadn't been expecting to see. "Doctor Jennings?"
"Jessica," Monty Jennings smiled. "Good to see you again."
What with all the pressures of the wedding and all, Jessica and Michael had gotten a little bit of tension and had decided seeing a therapist would help. Monty had come highly recommended, with several celebrity clients (Jessica and Michael had decided to overlook how some couples like Carson Daly and Tara Reid had been hitting the skids since seeing him) and Michael and Jessica felt things were going well with him. As they themselves liked to put it, the best thing about the fights was making up for it later.
"So, what's up, Doc?" Jessica smiled.
"I just wanted to stop by quickly," Monty said. "I think you or Michael might have left something behind at the last session and hoped I could help you with it."
"Sure thing," Jessica said. "Come on in." She led Monty into the comfortable living room, the two facing each other. "So, what'd you want to show me?" Jessica said.
"Well, first, have a seat," Monty said and Jessica did so, looking up at him. "First, I think the therapy is going quite well, you've shown remarkable progress over the last few weeks since you and Michael came in."
"Thanks," Jessica smiled. "I hope we can make it work thanks to you."
"I appreciate the sentiment," Monty nodded. "And that's why I wanted to show this to you."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright crystal attached to a chain, holding it just above Jessica's field of vision, forcing her to look up. Instantly, her face started to relax, old triggers kicking in as she felt herself start to go blank.
"Relax, Jessica," Monty said, his voice taking on his smooth and even tone as he spoke to her. "Just relax and stare at the crystal. You remember the crystal from the sessions, Jessica, you remember the crystal from our sessions, you remember how wonderful it makes you feel, how sleepy it makes you feel. Feel yourself growing sleepy, Jessica, feel yourself growing more and more sleepy as you watch the crystal, all the more sleepy as you watch the crystal, Jessica. Sleep, Jessica, go to sleep. Sleep!"
Jessica's eyes slammed shut as she fell under Monty's control. The therapist smiled as he lowered the crystal, looking at Jessica's lovely sleeping form, the actress easily sliding back into the hypnotic trance he had put her in during their sessions. Monty really wasn't one for calling on women outside the office but he was so infatuated with this woman, he needed to do more.
"Open your eyes but remain deeply asleep, Jessica." At his command, Jessica looked up, Monty feeling his cock harden at the sight of her face, which looked even more gorgeous blank under a trance.
"You are now deeply hypnotized, Jessica," Monty intoned. "You will do anything I tell you to do without question."
"Anything....." Jessica nodded.
"You will call me Master, Jessica."
"Yes, Master."
"You will serve me as my love slave, Jessica."
"I will serve you, Master."
"Take me to your room, Jessica."
"Yes, Master." Soon, they were in her bedroom and at Monty's direction, Jessica undressed. Monty was taken aback by her. She was perfect in every way imaginable, her nice and pointed breasts the highlight of her flawless skin. Monty undressed himself in a flash and spoke. "Kneel, Jessica."
Obediently, the actress fell to her knees, looking up at Monty with glazed eyes and waited for his next command. "Suck my cock, Jessica." Obediently, Jessica took his rod into her mouth, her amazing lips moving up and down the shaft, tickling his penis with her tongue as she took his meat into her mouth, running up and down his rod with no resistance.
"Yessss........." Monty groaned, holding Jessica in, loving the feeling as she sucked him off, holding her by the hair so she could take him all the way in, tongue continuing to slide over his meat as he held her in tight. "Just like that," Monty hissed. "That's right, just like that!" He kept her on his meat, holding himself in for as long as he could, semen starting to drip out from him and into Jessica's mouth. "Ahhhh!" Monty let out as he let loose, his wad blasting down Jessica's throat where she sucked and swallowed every drop she could.
Monty brought Jessica up and lay on her bed, bringing her onto him and on his cock. "Ohhh...." Jessica moaned as she started to rock on Monty, shifting herself on his cock as she moved forward and back on him, her breasts bouncing with every move forward, Monty's hands going to them, cupping and squeezing them hard as he kept his cock in her. "Yes....." he hissed. "Yes, slave, ride me, ride me harder! Harder!"
"Yes, Master, harder, harder!" Jessica shrieked as she rode him, her tits squeezed and kneaded in Monty's hands as he kept on working at her. "Please, Master, please fuck me!" Jessica screamed as she kept on rocking on Monty's cock. "Just keep going, Jessica," Monty hissed. "Keep at it, keep at it, just keep at it!" Jessica did her best, her breasts pushed together by Monty as he kept going at her, his cock starting to release into her. "Here it comes, Jessica, here it comesssss......!" "OH GOD, MASTER!!!" Jessica screamed as she came, the bed rocking under their orgasm.
Monty slid out and moved over Jessica, turning her over so her could cup her ass. He figured he'd have his way with her and then leave her with memories of nothing but an erotic dream. Jessica was a little too high profile to break up her engagement so soon after it was announced and he preferred to keep some couples together to keep up appearances. As he brought his cock to Jessica's ass, Monty did think that, whether or not Jessica and Michael's marriage survived, he was definitely going to be making more house calls.
THE END
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