Jerrie One Shots

Write Me Your Fantasy (g!p smut)

G!P Perrie, a popular porn star, holds a contest: whoever submits the hottest fantasy according her standards gets to have sex with her. Jade, self-declared biggest fan, writes a submission. And read what happens next. 

Anticipation roils in Jade's gut when her phone makes an alert sound on a Tuesday afternoon after she clocked out of rehearsals. She climbs the steps out of the subway a few blocks away from her apartment building. Jade grips the strap of her messenger bag and resists the temptation to check her phone though she know full well what her phone was alerting her.

She hurries down the sidewalk, her eyes making a rushed scan at the headlines of the afternoon paper. New York smells fill her nose and she scrunches her nose at the smell of garbage and the imminent autumn weather. Jade waves hello at the Jewish grocer who always gives her an extra bunch of kale during her Saturday morning shopping trips. Around a corner Jade goes, until the doors to her apartment building is in sight.

Jade takes the steps two at a time. Her shoulder collides against her door to shove it open. A part of her feels like a craven addict and she wants to feel ashamed about the need building up inside her lower belly, but on the other hand, she knows she can stop anytime she wishes, today is not just the day.

Her bag drops to the floor. Her keys clink in the small bowl she has by the door. Jade kicks off her shoes and makes her way to her bedroom. Blinds pulled down, Jade picks up her iPad that's been charging on a dock by her bed. One new mail message of the newsletter variety, but not one that Jade just signed up for mindlessly.

The fabric of her dress rustles and it drops to the floor along with the rest of her clothes. Bra and panties on the floor. She has no need for clothes tonight for the highlight of her week—which seems sad in retrospect, but Jade doesn't complain. She can go out and meet someone to do this for her, but in her opinion, no one can make her come as hard as she herself can.

Well, except for Perrie.

Jade taps the screen of her iPad and it brings her to Perrie's new video. She's half-naked, wearing nothing else but tight black boxers that shows off the thick stalk of meat trapped in the fabric between her thighs. The swell of her breasts look pale, her nipples pink and stiff. Jade takes a deep breath, leans against the headboard, iPad perched on a pillow on her lap.

"Hi," Perrie's voice is low and husky and a charge of electricity shoots straight to Jade's clit. She shivers. Resists slipping her hand between her thighs. "I have a bit of an announcement to make before I get right to the show." Her hazel eyes stare into the camera and Jade's toes curl at the depth in them. "I'm holding a contest. If you're interested in entering, this is what you have to do."

Perrie leans forward, slouching slightly, her elbows rests atop her knees. "I want you to write me a description on what you would do if you get to fuck me. Anything below a thousand words should be enough." Perrie's lips twitch into a smirk. "And I'll read every single entry. If I like what I read, then you win. The prize? Well..." She stands up, her hands on her curvy hips. Perrie drags her palms up her sides, her flat stomach, the bulge in her boxers. Her thumbs hook on the garter and she pulls her undergarment down, exposing the top of her cock. "You'll get to fuck me."

Jade bites down on her lip, her thighs already glistening and slippery. She palms her mound. Her fingers dip into her folds. The tips come out wet with her juices. Perrie lowers her boxers even further and she kicks it off. Her cock, pink and thick, juts out between her legs. It bobs as it's released from its cotton prison. The camera zooms in on her cock, the angle shifts so that it is as if Jade is in front of Perrie right now, on her knees, her cock so close enough for her to taste.