Nothing goes to a celebrity's head more than a little undeserved success and the ones without talent are the worst. They're like the Nouveau riche. It comes to them without any prior experience and they become drunk with money, success or fame.
Jessica Hahn was one such celebrity. She had her first taste of fame when she was caught making time with hypocritical tele-fornicator, Jim Baker. Next thing she knew, the little church secretary was scooped up by the national media, including Hugh Hefner who gave her a layout in Playboy. Then came plastic surgery and another layout and before long Jessica was someone everyone wanted to talk to. Until they actually got a chance to sit down with her. Fame doesn't equate to a sparkling personality and all the plastic surgeons in the world couldn't keep Jessica Hahn from being what she does best, be a shrill bore who makes a living on her fake tits.
Just as Jessica's fifteen minutes of fame were running out, Howard Stern came around and renewed her celebrity with a concept made for someone like her -a faux catfighting show. The only catch was the audience wasn't supposed to know it was fake. The lack of acting talent made it hard to believe, but people still tuned in to watch two beautiful women slugging, clawing and biting it out. Jessica was trotted out as Howard's champion and in each show she'd appear in a new setting where a catfight would break out between her and a little-known actress or model.
Recently, the show had mistakenly broadcast a real fight when Rose McGowan sneaked onto the set to replace a little known actress Jessica was supposed to dismantle. The catfight broke out and, much to everyone's surprise, Jessica destroyed Rose. This was all the more shocking since Rose had twice humiliated the British Big Bust 'Goddess' Linsey Dawn McKenzie.
Jessica's new stardom didn't sit well with some other Stern regulars. One "actress" stewing in her jealousy was the porn star Houston who had made a name for herself by sleeping with more than 500 men in a single day. Houston was a Stern regular but he had always seen her as a lover, not a fighter but when she appeared on the show she sounded more like a fighter.
Stern: "So Houston, what do you plan to do now that you've slept with more than 500 men in a day?"
Houston: "Well, something that doesn't take any talent, like kicking Jessica Hahn's ass."
Stern: "Houston, I'm surprised to hear you say that. And a little excited if I say so myself. I didn't think you were a fighter."
Houston: "I'm not Howard, but I've been in a fight or two in my lifetime and came out on top. Hell, if Hahn can win the fake fights you broadcast fighting the way she does.... my God, I might knock out Mike Tyson."
Stern: (Laughs) Houston, are you questioning the legitimacy of my television fights?
Houston: (Also laughing.) Yeah. Howard, if you're going to have fake fights at least hire an actress who knows what she's doing.
Stern: Now wait a minute. Jessica may not have a lot of experience, but she's one tough chick. Besides, she's got great tits, doesn't she Robin?
Robin: (Laughs) They're OK, almost as nice as mine as you know from watching us spar together.
Stern: So, Houston, why don't you challenge Jessica?
Houston: Puleeez Howard. I'd dump her so fast she wouldn't know what hit her.
Stern: You're saying you'd fight Jessica Hahn?
Houston: Any day of the week, Howard baby. She doesn't even have to give me any warning. She can just show up unannounced and I'll still kick her ass. But I don't really expect she'll take me up on my challenge.
Stern: Houston, you saw what she did to Rose McGowan, didn't you?
Houston: (Laughs) I'm not Rose McGowan. Rosie's a little girl and I'm a real woman (she cups her enhanced breasts in her palms and shakes them at the camera).
Stern: Ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here. Houston has challenged our champion to a fight. It can happen at any time, any place; no appointment necessary so you better be watching every one of our shows.
Houston: Sure Howard, anything you say. Tell the bimbo if she wants a piece of me she knows where to find me.
Later that afternoon Houston was doing a video paid for by Howard Stern Productions. The video entailed Houston acting out several fantasies Howard's listeners submitted. In one, she made love to a much older woman. In another, she was in a manage-a-trois with an 18-year-old boy and a girl. There was the obligatory masturbation scene and one where she did a striptease.
The final scene was a fake domination scene in which Houston wore a collar, wrist and ankle bracelets all of which would be chained to a wall in front of her. She had six-inch heels and a shear black, nylon full bodysuit. One camera was to her side to show her face and breasts and a second was behind her. In the scene a masked dominatrix was supposed to blindfold the chained Houston, then tease and torment her body to sexual frenzy.
Houston was in place, chained to the wall by the collar and bracelets at her ankles and wrists. There was even a chain around her tiny waist. She was stunning. The full-length body stocking clung to every curve and crevice of her beautiful body. A close-up from a hand held camera behind her shooting up between her legs showed that she was actually aroused by the set-up with the nylon and the chains. The masked dominatrix strutted on stage wearing exactly the same outfit as Houston; her full length shear body stocking showed a body rivaling Houston's. The only difference between the two outfits was the masked woman had only 4-inch heels.
The anonymous dominatrix moved seductively to Houston and tied a blindfold over her eyes. A microphone picked up Houston's nervous, but excited, breathing as her eyesight was taken away from her. Her breathing became even more rapid when the dominatrix moved behind Houston and lightly ran her hands up and down Houston's body. On occasion, she'd turn her hand and run her nails down Houston's body stocking and Houston would purr nervously.
"Oh my God, this is a turn on. It really is!" Houston gushed breathily.
The dominatrix pressed her fingers over Houston's mouth to silence her, then slid her long nails and fingers up her long, slender neck to her blonde hair. Her nails Houston's scalp like the teeth of a comb, making her purr a little more as her hips shifted. The hand quickly, and firmly, grabbed a fistful of hair while her other hand slapped Houston's incredible ass. The crack of flesh on flesh echoed through the silent studio.
"Ow! God I'm turned on," Houston gasped, shifting her trembling legs again.
There was another slap to her ass, then another and another. With each slap, her ass jiggled slightly beneath the nylon.
"Oh God, this is such a turn on. I'm so fucking turned on!" Houston gasped. "I really like this."
The dominatrix let go of Houston's hair and pressed her large breasts against Houston's lean back while she reached both hands around her waist to her stomach. Houston could only moan at the sensation of nylon covered breasts sliding up and down over her shoulder blades. The dominatrix was obviously just as wet as Houston, if not moreso, since she left a trail of wetness on Houston's nylon clad butt. The fluid was thick and it seemed to be everywhere as if it spilling from a never-ending pool. The camera zoomed in from behind and showed the dominatrix' utterly unreal set of labia. (Until recently Houston had also had similar lips but she had them surgically removed and sold them on Ebay.)
The dominatrix grabbed Houston's hips and pulled her back against her, Houston could feel the wetness from the expansive labia on her ass. In most instances, this would be called dry humping but with the amount of lubrication produced it was anything but.
Houston could barely contain herself as the stranger continued to grind against her ass, more roughly with each passing thrust of her hips. The hands left Houston's hips and worked their way up her torso to her rock-hard enhanced breasts. A gentle slap to each side caused Houston to moan excitedly and shift her weight again. Her big breasts looked like ripe melons under the body stocking and both women had tan lines which made their breasts appear even bigger.
Another slap of Houston's breasts, then the dominatrix' sharp nails pulled at her nipples through the nylons. It looked as if Houston's quivering legs were about to give out.
"Oh...oh...oh...I don't know how much more of this I can take. I really need to cum," a breathless Houston pleaded.
"But you're the woman who handled more than five hundred men and made them all cum in one day," the dominatrix whispered in a low sultry tone.
"So maybe you can handle 500 men but you can't handle a woman who can handle you anyway she wants?" the faceless voice breathed in Houston's ear.
Houston was into the role. She didn't answer but kept shifting her legs with each firm but slow thrust of the dominatrix' dripping vagina on her ass.
"I'm so wet. I . . . I can't take much more of this," Houston said with nervous laughter.
"I'll tell you how much more you can take," the voice said as one hand left Houston's breast and slid down over her belly to cup her pussy from the front and feel how wet Houston was. "I'll say you're wet. It's a bloody swamp down there," the voice said.
The touch of the woman's fingers on her nylon covered labia sent a shiver through Houston's body. The fingers moved up and down again and an even more exaggerated shiver rolled through Houston's tensing body.
"You're really good at this," Houston said in a nervous tone.
She felt unsure of herself with the blindfold and not knowing who the strange woman was who was stroking her chained body. A finger tip, wet with Houston's own moistness, drew up across Houston's lip to command her to be quiet again.
"But . . . ow!"
Houston started to speak but the free hand of the masked woman yanked back hard on her hair, "I'll tell you when to open your yap!"
"But . . . ! You're hurting me! Oooowww!" The masked woman yanked back even harder on Houston's hair and the cowed porn star shut her mouth and stood quivering like a leaf in a breeze.
The dominatrix backed away and all Houston heard was the clicking of her heels on the wood floor as she walked away. There was a pause during which Houston heard a zipper being pulled. As the woman's footsteps returned, Houston was so aroused she felt ready to orgasm just from anticipation.
There was a small click and Houston heard a buzzing sound. She knew a vibrator when she heard it. The woman ran the vibrator up and down her back, over her ass cheeks then up and down the insides of her weakening legs. She worked it up from her hips, beside her breasts, under her armpits and up her arms; all the while vibrating gently against her flesh through the body stocking.
She traced it along Houston's neck, over her face and along her lips where Houston slid her tongue out to meet it. She worked the vibrator down over her breasts, using the point firmly against her protruding nipples, one at a time. She let out several loud moans each time it touched a particularly sensitive area.
The masked dominatrix then slid the vibrator down Houston's smooth stomach, tracing the bottom of her rib cage, worked it against her belly button and down along the crest of her pelvis. The body stocking created an even more unreal sensation between the vibrator and Houston's flesh.
Houston's breathing was now deep and hungry; her hips thrusting forward trying to find the vibrator as it worked along the front of her pelvis causing her to move her body to the limit the chains permitted. The dominatrix laughed at Houston's desperation and held the vibrator just far enough away from Houston's vagina to make her crazy. Houston was moving so quickly, trying to reach her hips up to the vibrator, that the chains rattled as they pulled against her body. The torment was building rapidly.
Then the vibrator traced around Houston's waist to the top of her ass cheeks. Slowly, deliberately, it found the crack of her wondrous ass and then slowly and ever so firmly, was pushed down the crack toward her eager pussy. Houston pleaded to be touched but, just before contact was made, just as the vibrator hit all of those enlivened nerves in that piece of flesh between her anus and vagina - the vibrator was taken away from her!
Houston let out a frustrating scream. "I want you to fuck me!" she begged. "Please take that vibrator and shove it right up inside of me!"
The woman didn't answer. The only sound she made was a yummy moan as she slid the vibrator over the wet patch of nylon covering her own sopping wet vagina. She rolled the vibrating tip around, slid it up and down to make sure it was good and wet with her own juices. Then she turned the vibrator off and put it to Houston's lips.
"Houston, suck me wet dick," she said on a commanding tone.
Houston did as she was ordered. She licked every last drop from the stilled vibrator. When it was removed from her mouth, it was turned on and then quickly run, ever so lightly, over Houston's wet pussy lips. This sent the blondes body bucking like a stallion. She tried to force herself onto the vibrator but the dominatrix pulled it away whenever she got too close.
"Please," Houston pleaded, "give it to me. Please!"
Again the vibrator grazed lightly over her mound of wet lips. Her hips were now frantic in their wanton thrusting. The vibrator moved down, and paused beneath her pussy, rubbing against her from below. Houston to let out a deep, rumbling and satisfied growl of a moan, like a bear who has just found a good tree to scratch that impossible itch on his back. While Houston was bearing down on the long edge of the vibrator the dominatrix started spanking Houston's white ass again.
Houston instantly came alive, bouncing on her toes and jerking in her chains, "Oh yeah! Slap me! Slap my ass! Ohhh yes!"
The slaps got harder and harder, starting to leave red marks on her pale skin, but Houston didn't care. She just wanted to feel that vibrator on her clitoris but it was turned the wrong way - her chains wouldn't let her to slide down to it. While it was placed to please her, it wasn't in position to satisfy her! Her pleasure started to become torment and in short order, she was begging to be entered. The vibrator made a sharp turn, pushed against the nylon, stretching it as it tried to enter her at last.
Houston was nearly singing as she yelped, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The nylon was strained as the vibrator went two inches inside her. Then, just as she was about to climax, it was pulled away from her.
"NO! No! I want it back!" Houston demanded.
The hand yanked her hair back hard again and the voice snapped, "Shut up whore. I'll give ya what I wanna give ye."
The voice and the hand were so forceful Houston didn't dare argue. Her breathing came very rapidly as she felt the dominatrix' hands ripping the nylon that covered her ass and pussy lips. She could hear the tearing and feel the fabric giving way over her sensitive sex organs.
The dominatrix' hands left Houston's body and she heard a loud buzzing, louder and stronger than that of the vibrator. It was joined by a second loud buzzing sound, each buzz working against the other. When one got louder, the other was softer; then they switched back the other way. God, Houston wished she could see what was happening. Her sightless anticipation worked on her like a hot tongue and drove her to a sexual frenzy. Both vibrating instruments were brought to her ear and then pulled away.
Then they were replaced by a tongue dripping with sexual overtones as it said, "You're gonna love my new toy, bitch. It's two vibrators attached to one control unit. One vibrator's an egg, the other's a lady finger. One's goin' in that swamp of yours an the other's goin' in your ass."
"Yes, please. Can I have them now?" Houston begged.
"Yes, you may," the voice said in its smoky sensuality. "But I have to warn you, this is no typical vibrator. The speeds are a lot faster than any you've ever used and there are ten speed settings. There's also heat settings. Are ya sure ya want it?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!" Houston said.
The egg slipped easily into Houston's drooling pussy. The finger was rubbed on her pussy to lubricate it before it too slid easily into her tight ass. Houston quivered in anticipation of the sensations the mysterious woman offered. There was a click.. then another. Deep within her, Houston could feel the gentle dance of egg and finger as they vibrated slowly. Then the controls were turned up to three on a one to ten scale. Houston began to hum like a happy little whore. Then the vibrator switch was moved up to five. The vibration was already more stimulation than she had ever experienced; her entire body shuddered with pleasure and her hips rocked forward and back even as she squeezed her thighs together.
The vibrator then slowed down to the lowest speed but Houston protested loudly, "No! Give it all to me!"
The dominatrix did!
With a quick flick of her wrist, she set both vibrators to the highest speed. Watching Houston's body one got the impression an electrical current was running directly through her. Her whole body jerked as if she were having a seizure. Even her cheeks shook.
"Too...too...too much!" Houston yelled.
"Sorry, sweetie, you wanted it all," the voice answered coolly.
"But...but...but I...I can't take it!"
By now her whole body was vibrating such that it seemed she would not, could not, stop shaking. Houston exploded with an orgasm unlike any she'd ever had and then she collapsed against the wall sweating profusely and gasping for breath. The sweat clung to the body stocking. She couldn't speak, indeed, she could barely even breath. The excitement had been too much for her to take. Too much stimulation. Too much sex. Too much raw power.
"Oh ...my...I...never...aggghhh!"
Houston's breathless words were cut short when the power was turned back on again at full speed. The vibrators danced in a frenzy inside her body. She was crying at the amount of raw sexual stimulation she was getting. It was overwhelming her senses. Her body shook from head to toe. The egg in her pussy jumped and leapt like it was on fire. The finger deep in her ass did the same thing; feeling at times like it was almost touching the egg.
"I can't take this!" the stunned Houston screamed through tears of sexual release and fear. "I can't take it any more! Make it stop! Pleeze!"
The dominatrix did. She also removed Houston's blindfold and looked into her exhausted eyes. Houston's hair was stuck to her sweaty face. She was breathless.
The dominatrix said, "Five hundred men, huh? I don't see it."
With that, the dominatrix removed her black hooded mask and Houston was face to face with Jessica Hahn!
Houston jerked at her chains, but she wasn't going anywhere. The horror of recognition came face to face with the words she had spoken earlier that day about kicking Jessica's ass. She knew she was in trouble.
"I believe you said, 'Any time, any where'?" Jessica said.
She held the control for the vibrators up in front of Houston's face and turned them on full speed. Houston's body shook like it was invaded by demonic spirits. She screamed again and again and then she came again, and again and then again. Finally her exhausted body collapsed and hung on the wall, her weight supported by her chains. Jessica turned off the vibrators, got the key and unchained Houston. The porn star fell to the floor in a heap of exhausted, panting, sweaty flesh.
Jessica used her toe to roll the exhausted porn star onto her back, then she kneeled on Houston's hands and straddled her tiny waist. Then she turned both vibrators back on again. Houston's eyes shot open in a flash and her entire body quivered helplessly in a giant sexual seizure between Jessica's thighs. The way Houston was moving, the nylon on their bodies whistled as it moved back and forth. Jessica leaned over Houston's tormented face as it jerked with the rest of her body. Houston's eyes rolled back in her head; she was so spent. She couldn't speak, moan or scream. She was a helpless vibrating piece of flesh. She looked almost comatose.
Jessica finally turned off the vibrators and calmly waited for Houston to awaken. It took nearly ten minutes, but she finally started to stir. When Houston awoke, Jessica was putting her incredible sexual toy away. Houston didn't have the strength to get up, never mind fight. She knew that's what Jessica was there for. It took all of Houston's strength to crawl on all fours toward the door.
Just before she reached it, Jessica walked up behind her and said, "Where do you think you're going?"
Houston couldn't respond. While she was reaching for the door knob from her knees, Jessica pulled the spent queen back across the room by her feet, dragging her sweaty, nylon-clad body back to the bed used in a previous scene. It took some strength, but Jessica was able to lift Houston's limp body and dump her on the bed.
She put Houston on her back, then climbed up and lay on top of her; face to face, breast to breast, pussy to pussy. Their nylon body suits gliding between them the whole time.
"I want you to look me in the eye and admit I'm the better woman," Jessica said.
Houston didn't respond. Jessica lifted herself up and positioned her well-defined hips above Houston's red, raw pussy with it's swollen labia.
"Say it," Jessica commanded with an edge in her voice.
Still Houston said nothing so Jessica came crashing down with her bony hips into Houston's pussy. The loud thud of bone against flesh was followed by Houston's gasping for air and a barely audible, "You're the better woman."
Jessica smiled at the camera and said, "Well there you have it Howard. I AM the better woman. Straight from Houston's own collagened lips. Now, you'll excuse me while I finish this piece of trash off fittingly."
She got to her hands and knees and turned around, then straddled Houston's breasts with her thighs and dropped her resoundingly beautiful, firm and nylon clad ass on Houston's humiliated face. Jessica ripped open her own body suit and laid claim to Houston's face with her extra large labia. While she rocked back and forth and worked herself toward an orgasm, she thought about how power was indeed an aphrodisiac and the more powerful your victim, the more powerful you become by beating them.
She couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to humiliate the mighty Linsey Dawn McKenzie in the same manner. She could just imagine the sight of Linsey with her deliciously debilitating toy inside her; of watching her 37FF's flop around as she turned the power on full and left it up. She longed to have Linsey's arrogant face, her full lips, her arching eyebrows buried beneath her beautiful, firm bottom and just the thought of it was enough to make Jessica cum like she hadn't cum for a very long time.
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