Jessica Biel, superbabe – one of the most beautiful and perfectly formed young actresses working in Hollywood today. Despite her beauty she was alone. Not single, her partner was the singing superstar of pop Justin Timberlake, but he was out of town on tour. She couldn’t go with him because she was started a new movie the next day, but she missed him. She missed his jokes, she missed his private songs, but most of all she missed his cock. Timberlake was a great fuck – young, healthy, bags of energy and great looks, and when he went on tour she really missed him.

She had been sitting at home, alone, thinking of his cock, thinking of a good hard fucking, of unabandoned fucking – when she decided that she had to do more than just think…   She didn’t want to cheat on Justin with another guy – what they had was too special for that – so she knew she had to do something else. She thought about calling a girlfriend, seeing if they could get something on… But again, she felt that would be cheating. If she was going to fuck another girl, she’d far rather it was with Justin – a treat for him rather than a release for her.    She didn’t want to do it ‘behind his back’. She sat there wondering to herself, she didn’t just want to finger herself off, or go in the shower and play with the shower head like usual – no, she wanted something big and hard inside of her. She’d never had a shortage of men in her life, so she’d never felt the need to buy a dildo before – but by God she needed one now.

She jumped in her Porsche and headed down to the Hustler store for a look around to see what she could find. She looked along a huge rack of dildos and vibrators that filled half the store… Big ones, small ones, fat ones thin ones, strange ones, straight ones, ones for pussies, ones for assholes, ones for both… She considered them all. Some of them had raised veins, others had rabbit shaped protrusions, some had bumps all over, one even had little rubber spikes on it…

There was even one in the shape of a dog’s cock… 7 inches of pale plastic, fat in the middle, flat on the end, with little purple veins up and down it’s length… Ewwwwww! She thought. What kind of a girl would want to fuck a dildo shaped like a dog’s cock? That would suggest fantasies about fucking a real dog’s cock… Ewwwwwww!!
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   Jessie was sick and tired of it. Her twin sister was having all the fun, while Jessie was locked into a no go anywhere, do anything marriage that even failed in fulfilling her sexual gradification on a steady, as needed basis, and Jessie needed sex on a steady basis. Of course, Jazz, as her twin sister Jill was called on stage, could pick and chose whoever she wanted to go to bed with from anyone in the crowd at Pimpo’s Sex Palace, a local strip joint, and no one would say a word about her slutty behavior, but if Jessie dared look crosseyed at another man, her husband, Dave would have an epileptic fit and threaten suicide. She often thought of letting him give it a try, but in the end her love for the man willed out against her better judgement, and she ended up in a frump like she was now sitting dejectedly on her living room couch with her right hand up her dress and down in her panties, while massaging her tits through her house dress with her left hand wondering how long before she retrieved her special dildo from the nightstand next to her bed.

The front door bell rang just as she was getting close to a mini orgasm, startling her out of her fantasy fuck, and sighing, resolved to her fate, got up and went to answer the door. Of all the people in the world that she didn’t want to see at that moment, it was none other than, Jazz.

“Oh great, as if I’m not depressed enough already, I’m treated to a visit by the town slut as well.” Jessie grumbled openly, letting her sister in.

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