Jodie Adams is a striking figure, an attractive woman in her early twenties known for her captivating presence and undeniable sex appeal. As a world-famous model and socialite, she enjoys global recognition and is instantly identifiable as the quintessential ‘It’ girl, with tabloids and social media closely following her every move.

She comes from a wealthy family. Her father is American, and her mother is French; a good mix of jeans and an upbringing in America, France and England has given Jodie worldly experience. She fills every room she walks into. She has a defined, chiselled face, perfect cheekbones, big blue eyes, a cute nose and beautiful long blonde hair. Her perfectly tanned, endless legs are slender and toned, accentuating her love of high heels. She always wears it well and looks irresistibly gorgeous to the many who fantasise about her image. Every hairstyle and outfit is immaculately planned and influenced by fashion designers who want her to endorse their latest designs.

Media attention was at an all-time high, as Jodie Adams was tying the knot after a holiday romance in Cancún with actor Briar James. The lusted-after fantasy of almost every red-blooded male was getting married.

But first, the hen party: a boisterous weekend in Las Vegas. Her younger sister, Elise, had planned every detail and brought together a group of Jodie’s closest girlfriends. Elise also had the idea that the group of sexy ladies should spend the whole weekend commando. They had all agreed. They planned intimate waxing and chose dresses and heels carefully for the luxurious nights out ahead.

You could wear tights, but that would be cheating, and the dress length could vary, of course. But most of the ladies threw caution to the wind and went bare-legged and short.

Jodie loved this idea; she had gone knickerless a few times in the past, and it always made her feel sexy. She had an uncontrollable shoe collection; she loved heels and always thought they looked better with bare legs. This was her last weekend of freedom, and she definitely wanted to enjoy it and certainly have sex. She opted for short dresses, designer high heels, bare legs, and a Hollywood wax.

Jodie was already flirting the first night in the casino. Michael was a handsome, fit guy in his early fifties. He had no idea who Jodie was; he didn’t follow celebrity gossip. This was perfect for Jodie; she could be as naughty as she wanted.

She looked incredible in a short, sand-coloured mini dress. The low-cut dress pushed her tits up. Her long, tanned legs led down to turquoise high-heeled sandals, her perfectly pedicured red toes on display.

They took a booth and ordered a bottle of champagne. Sitting in the corner, Michael’s hand traced the outline of Jodie’s legs. She opened her thighs and his touch moved up her thigh.

“Wow, you aren’t wearing any underwear.”

“No, my little pussy wants to have some fun.”

“I bet she is beautiful,” Michael exclaimed.

“She is. I would love to show her to you,” Jodie replied.

Michael wasted no time and took Jodie up to his suite. Jodie sat on the bed and opened her legs, showing off her smooth slit.

“She is beautiful,” Michael said, bending down.

On his knees, Michael started to kiss Jodie’s thighs before moving to the main prize. His kisses were soft on her skin. She moaned as he sucked her snatch, and his gentle tongue slid inside her.

“Shall I wear a condom?” Michael said, pulling up.

“No, I want to feel you cum inside me,” Jodie replied.

Michael undid his trousers; his cock was hard and ready as he pushed it inside her pussy.

Jodie yelped as he entered her; his thrust gained speed, scraping the wet walls of her snatch before they both climaxed in a heightened moment of ecstasy.

Jodie went back to join her friends; Elise ordered the next round of cocktails. Jodie’s pussy was wet and oozing cum. Over the next couple of hours, she had to keep going back to the toilet to wipe her pussy as more of Michael’s gift escaped. Without panties on, there was nothing to soak it up.

The following night, paparazzi had gotten wind of Jodie’s wild weekend and waited patiently as she arrived at an exclusive Las Vegas nightclub with the group. Jodie was oozing sex in a red dress, her bare legs running down to black stilettos.

The gang exited their limo; Jodie’s amazing legs swung out from the footwell. Her legs parted, briefly offering the crowd a view up her dress they hadn’t bargained for. With the sudden surge of camera flashes, Jodie knew she'd flashed too, perhaps more than she wanted, particularly as she wasn’t wearing panties. There was nothing she could do now but enjoy the rest of her evening.

The next morning, as the ladies travel home, pictures of Jodie are all over the internet and social media. While you cannot get a clear view of her pussy, you see enough bare flesh to know she is going commando and can use your imagination for the rest.

The images don’t disappear, and media interest in Jodie increases. Every time she goes out, photographers try to get an upskirt shot. Jodie is surprised by the increased attention but plays up the constant speculation about whether she has knickers on or not.

Fast forward a few months, and the day of Jodie’s nuptials arrived. The moment the wedding music started, Jodie realised what had started as something sexy might now be a foolish idea. She had never been so anxious, thinking of her friends and family waiting to watch her walk down the aisle at the lavish hotel in the hills of Idaho. Aidan, Jodie’s father, guided her to Briar, who waited patiently.

The day had already brought Briar James some surprises. His Dad had turned up to see his son get hitched. They hadn’t spoken since his parents had split ten years ago. But he didn’t want to miss Briar’s big day. Briar’s mother, Yasmin, sat beside him, nervous. Briar smiled at his mother and watched as Jodie walked toward him.

Jodie looked radiant in a white subtle, slimline white wedding dress. A one-off design made specifically for her. It had a split down one side, revealing her toned, bare legs. Her toes glistened with white polish in matching high-heeled sandals. Her luscious blonde hair was curled and shaped around her neck, accented with little silver flowers that set off her piercing blue eyes.

You expected nothing less for one of the world's top fashion models. Everyone was always watching, but especially today. Khloe, Jodie’s agent, had arranged for some select members of the world’s media to witness the event. For a fee, naturally.

Jodie had always enjoyed anal penetration, something she hadn’t got Briar on board with yet. But in her naked state early that morning, she had decided to apply lubricant to her anus and insert a butt plug.

She naturally wasn’t wearing underwear; she rarely did these days. That was something Briar had encouraged; he loved the easy access to Jodie’s little pussy. They had been fucking far more lately.

As she walked towards Briar, the air was whipping through the split in her dress and tickling her pussy. Her anxiety had partly been replaced by feeling incredibly horny and very naughty walking down the aisle with her unsuspecting father by her side.

Elise, Jodie’s sister, acted as her maid of honour and followed behind them in a silver dress. She looked equally attractive, her short blonde hair styled in a cute bob, her wicked smile highlighted with a sprinkling of freckles across her face.

As they arrived at Briar, Aidan handed Jodie over. Her heart was pounding as if it was going to burst through her chest. Her arse was full, the pressure inside pushing on her vaginal wall. Her pussy was puffed up, and she was sexually, frantically charged with a light wetness between her quivering legs.

Briar looked handsome in his suit; long, wavy dark hair fell across his face, which he kept pushing away. His face was chiselled, framed by a trimmed beard.

The couple smiled at each other. Briar pecked Jodie on the cheek. Then they faced the registrar.

Jodie looked over her shoulder at her family and friends: Aidan, her father, with Elise, and their mother, Maud, beside them. Oliver, Briar’s best man, looked as nervous as she felt, constantly checking his pockets for rings and honeymoon tickets. Then Michael in the front row. What the fuck!

“Fuck, Michael. What are you doing here?” Jodie screamed, without thinking.

“How do you know my father?” Briar exclaimed.

“Your father!”

Michael’s face fell at the realisation who Jodie was.

Jodie’s life slowed to a crawl; a minute felt like an hour. Charles went over to his dad. Jodie rushed over behind him. Her sudden movement caused the butt plug to dislodge and fall from her stretched hole.

It landed on the tiled floor with a loud clang. Jodie rushed to pick it up and, in doing so, ripped the slit higher up her dress. She decided to grab at her dress to protect her dignity, but at least the first two rows got a good view of her arse.

The butt plug rolled towards her mother, Maud, who picked it up. Not sure what it was at first. Everyone looked in Jodie’s direction; some paparazzi cameras flashed. With dismay, Khloe held her head in her hands. Jodie rushed back up the aisle and into the first room she could find, some office. Elise rushed after her, along with Khloe, Aidan and Maud.

“What is it, Maud?” Aidan asked.

“It’s the heel of Jodie’s shoe,” Maud answered, smiling to herself, knowing exactly what she held.

Briar looked back at Michael.

“What the hell was that? How do you know Jodie?”

“We hooked up one night,” he said sheepishly.

“What do you mean you hooked up? You fucked her?” Briar bellowed.

Michael’s silence answered his question. Briar stormed off with Oliver in hot pursuit.

The small office was crowded, with people talking over one another as Jodie explained how she knew Michael. She left out the part that all happened on her hen night when she was engaged to Briar.

They all listened. Aidan Adams seemed a bit proud of his daughter's achievement. Maud Adams was more concerned with her wardrobe malfunction. Elise persuaded the parents out of the room. Khloe went to deal with the press. Jodie took a deep breath and sighed. Her fingers were white, still clinging to her dress, holding it together.

“Let me take your dress and try to fix it,” Elise said, handing Jodie her green knee-length jacket to put on.

Jodie slid out of her dress and wrapped her naked body in Elise’s jacket. A knock came at the door; this time it was Briar. The situation seemed salvageable, and Briar had calmed down.

“Well, I think everyone here still wants us to tie the knot. I can forgive and move past this.”

Jodie agreed that as soon as they sorted out the dress situation, they would try again. Briar left her to it, bumping into his Dad on the way out.

“I was going to see if Jodie was ok, son.”

“She’s fine,” Briar said.

“Good to see she enjoys anal. Good on you, Briar. We never did that, by the way.”

“Fuck, we are not comparing notes.”

With that, Briar rushed off ahead. Michael followed quickly, spurting further apologies.

Jodie needed a drink. She walked off in just Elise’s green jacket and her heels. At the other end of the hotel, she found a small bar. It was closed, and no one was around. She helped herself to a large whiskey, downed it quickly, and immediately replaced it with another as she sat quietly, thinking about everything that had happened.

“Penny for them?” a familiar voice called out.

“Charlie, a friendly face.”

“Shit, Jodie, this has been a crazy day.”

“I know, come have a drink.”

Charlie was in his mid-twenties, with dark hair and a sweet smile. He was an old family friend who had grown up with Jodie.

He looked at her, sexy as hell in a green jacket and sparkling white heels. He wondered if she had got around to putting on her knickers yet. He had always fancied her.

Charlie grabbed a glass, sat next to Jodie, and hugged her. They chatted about the day's events.

“Khloe and I were talking to some of the guys from the press. I think we can get them not to print anything about what just happened. For a fee, of course, and you will owe me one, for sure,” Charlie exclaimed.

“Thank fuck, that’s great, Charlie.”

Feeling relieved, Jodie wrapped her arms around Charlie as their eyes met. In the moment, they kissed lightly. Then again, more passionately. The lip-smacking continued for several minutes.

“So, are you naked under that jacket?” Charlie asked, catching his breath.

“Well, actually I am.”

He lifted her body onto the table and undid the green jacket. As it came open, he was met with her perfect, naked body.

Jodie rushed to undo his trousers and pull out his cock. He grabbed at her waist, and she pushed him inside her wet cunt. His hard cock instantly rubbed against the walls of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him as he kissed her breasts. Her body was cold, her nipples hard. Jodie moaned as the pent-up sexual frustration was starting to be released.  

Charlie pulled the jacket away. Jodie felt conscious of being totally naked apart from her heels. She looked and watched Charlie’s cock disappear between her legs. He pushed himself deeper in as she tightened her grip round him. He ran his hands along her back, then grabbed her arse cheeks as his thrusts quickened.

Jodie shivered in her wet nakedness. Her pussy was smeared with a mixture of pre-cum and pussy juice. She was on the verge of cumming so hard. Charlie’s constant attacks on her vagina were taking her there. Finally, she came, biting her lip and trying not to scream as she felt her body hit an orgasmic high.

Charlie pulled his cum covered dick out. It was still throbbing and hard.

Knowing what she really wanted, Charlie turned Jodie round. His cock rubbed against her naked body. Her hands went around his neck as he pushed into her behind. There was still some lubricant around her hole, and the butt plug had stretched her enough to welcome his slippery cock inside her.

Jodie loved the feeling of being filled up; it sent chills up her spine as Charlie slowly went in and out of her arsehole. She tried not to scream. The fear of being caught in such an unexplainable position made her so horny. Charlie’s slippery penis rubbed against her butt cheeks. Jodie had to muffle her moans. He felt her hole become more tense as he let loose and exploded inside her.

“You are still going to get married?” Charlie asked as they turned to look at each other.

“I think so,” Jodie answered.

“No hard feelings,” Charlie said.

“Well, there was definitely that, wasn’t there?”

The pair started laughing. But there was no time to waste; Jodie quickly put her jacket back on and rushed off. Charlie put his cock away and went to the gents to tidy himself up.

Jodie walked back and ran into Elise, holding her dress.

“Sorry, it’s fucked, Jodie.”

“Right, I need something else to wear then,” Jodie said.

The ladies rushed over to the honeymoon suite. Jodie dug through her bags, pulled out a pink evening dress, and marched into the bathroom, leaving Elise waiting outside.

Jodie undid her sandals and took them off. She washed up, reapplied her makeup and fixed her hair, then put on her dress.

Elise stood patiently waiting. Jodie came out of the bathroom and slid her feet into a pair of dark blue heels.

Everyone was ready to start again. Jodie walked back over; they didn’t bother with the aisle bit again, so embarrassed she didn’t dare look at any of the guests, particularly Michael. Jodie and Briar smiled at each other as the registrar started the ceremony.

Aidan looked over at Maud as she took out the butt plug from her bag and gestured it toward him. Aidan realised it wasn’t the heel of Jodie’s sandal.

“Next time I go to the toilet, I’ll put it to use,” Maud whispered.

Aidan smiled back at her.

Elise watched her parents flirt. The thought of her mother using a butt plug that had been up her daughter's ass made her mouth fill with a small amount of vomit.

Khloe and Charlie had dealt with the media and made sure they only used material from this less exciting part of the day. But it had probably cost Khloe more money than she would get back.

Charlie smiled to himself; he'd ticked off a lifelong ambition. He had finally fucked Jodie Adams. Jodie glanced his way, and he winked when he caught her stare.

The room sighed with relief and joy as Jodie and Briar finally said, ‘I do.’