7 comments/ 32862 views/ 35 favorites Christina Hendricks - Cockpuppet By: Noj This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 18. Do not use this without my permission. (c) Copyright Viper_Noj 2002 onwards. Now, on with the story! * * * * * Christina Hendricks strutted through the party, the bustle of people around her creating a blanket of indiscernible sound. It was glamorous and somewhat fancy; everyone dressed up nicely, her own lovely curves wrapped in a snug black silk dress. It highlighted her hourglass figure, contrasting starkly with her pale skin and stunning red hair, tumbling in loose curls over her shoulders. Her magnificent chest was on show, not over exposed but shown off, highlighting her assets nicely as she swanned through the crowds of people and elegantly swept a glass of champagne from the welcoming table as she passed with a smile. It was something of an unofficial end of season party, though plenty had turned out for it, a mixture of friends and colleagues amongst the guests. After mixing with the crowd for a while, sipping from her glass quick enough to get through a couple of them, she was talking with a friend. It was just a general chat, leaning together to talk over the background noise of the party. Her gaze was drawn to a man emerging from the crowd of people, her eyes flicking sideways to him, followed by her head as she took him in, dressed sharply in a fitting black suit and open collared shirt. He saw her checking him out and was already making a beeline for her, clearly intending on more than a passing glance. Her friend looked up as well to see the latest man in a suit to come their way, though they didn't know him, not a member of cast or crew, or any producer they knew. He paused in front of them, a smile spreading over the redhead's lips as she watched him deliberately check her out with a glance. "Christina," he said, breaking the silence with a charming smile. "Hello," she replied neatly, holding his gaze. "I'd just like to say you look absolutely beautiful," he said, extending a hand to her. "Well thank you," reaching out to take his hand. He leaned down and drew it up to plant a kiss on it, looking up to see her smile as he released it, unable to stop herself. She loved the gentlemanly touch of it all. "I'm a big fan, I think your work is fantastic," he said, watching as she reached up to brush her fiery hair back over her ear with a slight blush, easily visible with her alabaster skin. "Thanks, I'm glad you enjoy it," she almost purred, her unique accent adding a lovely tone to it. "I hope you have lots of projects coming up?" he enquired, standing a little closer now, looking into her big eyes as she smelt his aftershave, taking in the manly scent of it as she looked up to him. "I have plenty, my schedule is pretty busy right now," she replied, wrapped him in his captivation by her. "Great to hear, I look forward to seeing them. Can you give me a sneak preview of them at all?" he said with a quick flit of his gaze down to her fantastic chest and a slight, sideways smile. "I'm afraid not," she murmured with a wider grin, subtly pushing her chest out a little more, as if it possibly needed it. "Well that's a shame. Can I get you a drink?" he offered politely, gesturing towards the bar. "I'm fine right now thanks," she answered, holding up her third glass of champagne. "No problem, nice to meet you," he said, giving her a final nod and stepping past her, disappearing into the throng of the party behind her as she looked back over her shoulder. "Well," her friend said, snapping her back to the moment. She'd forgotten she was there. "What?" she said, looking round at her. "You were totally into him, plenty of sparks there." she said, shaking her head. "Oh stop it," Christina replied with a giggle, "it's just a bit of flirting," before taking a sip from her glass. "Seemed like more than that," her friend said, flicking her eyebrows. "He's just so...mysterious, it's just intriguing is all," Christina said, glancing back to see him nowhere in the crowd as she took another drink, stepping away from her friend to engage other guests. She mingled through the party for an hour or so, people starting to get into their drinks now, a little tipsy and rowdy, the volume of the room creeping up steadily around her as she joined in, enjoying the company of the party as she sipped through a few more glasses of the free, but good quality, champagne. Taking a break from it all, she sidled into a corner of the room, taking a breath and standing back for a minute and sipping at her flute of champagne. "Some party, huh?" said a voice over her shoulder, sending a tingle through her at its smooth tone. She could smell his aftershave, combined with the smell of a smooth scotch, glancing sideways slightly to see the glass in his hand beside her. She loved a man who drank scotch. "Yeah, quite a night. I hope you're enjoying it," she said, turning round to look up at him with a smile, leaning closer to take in the manly smell of him a little more. "Oh I am, such a pleasure to meet people such as yourself," he replied as she looked back into the room. Nobody had noticed them removing themselves from the crowd. "Glad to hear it, nice to meet people who appreciate my work," she said, sipping her drink again as there was a pause between them. "You look absolutely sensational tonight, you know," he said, an edge to his voice now that cut into her just right, a little shiver running up her spine. What she also felt was his hand slide onto her ass, gliding over the black silk and giving a slight squeeze. She paused in her sip, before continuing and taking it, glancing down to where his hand was on her and then back round towards him, but without looking at him. "You can't afford the dress you're touching, let alone anything else," she said curtly. "I wasn't intending to pay for it, I was thinking you'd give me it for free," he said, no change in the phlegmatic tone of his voice. "Oh really, not sure why I'd want to do that," she replied with an edge to her voice, his hand still on her ass. "You know, your tits look fantastic in that dress, your figure is divine," he said, accentuating it with a slight squeeze. "Hardly the smoothest compliment I've ever had, but there's a reason I wear this dress," she said, looking over her shoulder slightly at him. "I'm sure, but they really do," he said, taking a drink. "Plenty of guys like my tits, do I ever know that, but what's your point?" she asked, turning round more to face him, his aftershave more intoxicating now as she leaned in to keep her voice down, noting how his eyes glanced down her dress once more. "I think they'd look even more fantastic with my cock between them," he said. Christina hid her surprise at the boldness of his approach, holding his gaze as she turned it over in her mind a moment. It was oddly attractive how straight forward he was being with her. "And why would I let you do that? I doubt you deserve me, and not just based on the impropriety of this proposition," she replied sternly, arching an eyebrow at him and taking a drink of her champagne. "This is abrupt I know, but I didn't want to waste your time. What other reasons?" he said as she looked on somewhat incredulously that he was continuing. Christina contemplated it a minute. She could either walk away now, or she could put him in his place. Guys never handled her like this, and she didn't like that. "I don't go for guys under about eight inches," she said, casting a glance down him indicatively, "so even if you hadn't been expecting me to just offer myself from a hand on my ass we still probably wouldn't be having a conversation about this," she finished cuttingly, turning away to look back at the party with a slight smile to herself. "How about nine?" he whispered into her ear after a moment's pause, making her heart surge a little. She had put herself in a corner now, and wasn't sure which way to go. Pride made her decision. "Sure, I've heard that before," she retorted over her shoulder at him. "You can find out...unless you're not up to it?" he said, giving a smile as she looked round at him quickly to shoot him a glare. "Lost your nerve?" he said, goading her. She was unable to resist the charge, wanting to remain in control of him, keep him lusting for her despite all that had gone. "Never. Be straight with me," she said, dropping all pretence as she turned around to face him, draining her glass, "are you serious?". "Absolutely," he said, looking her in the eye. "Because if you are, then perhaps we can make a deal," she whispered, leaning close to him to be as quiet as possible, her heart racing. She didn't quite know why she was doing it, but she refused to back down. "What did you have in mind?" he said quietly after a slight stutter, caught somewhat off-guard by her calling him on it and hoping of course that she would offer few limitations. "Well how about, as you suggested, my chest round your cock...only," she whispered, cutting straight to the point. "Nothing more?" he asked, wondering at her motivations as he regained his composure. "For now. Let's see if you can live up to your promises first," she purred, finding her attitude again. "Then we have a deal, if you can handle it," he replied, without hesitation but in no rush. "I can definitely handle it," she said, reaching out to take his scotch and draining his glass as she looked him in the eye, thinking about what she'd just agreed with him. She rarely admitted it, but she liked how guys celebrated her phenomenal chest. "When do we...complete?" he said as she set the glass aside. Christina glanced at the clock. "Upstairs, room two-oh-four, twenty minutes, if you're sure you can handle me," she replied. "I'll be there," he said with a smile, and she knew he wouldn't be late. She didn't say a word, and turned to walk away from him. She felt how wet she was as she walked slowly to the bar to get another shot of Dutch courage. As she drank her own glass of scotch, she thought about how much the power-play confrontation between them had turned her on, heart still pumping fast as she swiftly drained the glass. She was surrendering her chest, for the chance to get a proper nine-inch cock. If he was to be believed of course. The way he'd just asked her for what he wanted and made a move, she never met guys like that, they always shied from her or tried some more subtle move. He was demanding, but irritatingly polite and cool in the process. She spoke briefly to someone on her way to escaping the party, taking a few minutes before she slipped into the hall and headed up the stairs, the quiet wrapping around her as she ascended. Getting to her room, she slid inside and then sat down on the bed for a moment, taking a deep breath as her heart pumped with exhilaration. She thought about what was to come in just a few minutes, quite literally, and where things could lead. It was such a rush to have a bit of playtime with a handsome stranger she'd met at a party, feeling how hot and ready she was, looking up to the unlocked door. She looked down at her immense cleavage, reaching up to pull the black silk down a little more and push her breasts up to give him the maximum to look at. That's what he was there for after all. Christina smoothed out the black silk, looking around the smooth, neat hotel room around her, and the double bed she was sure to be laid on shortly. The tick of the clock was all that filled the room for a few moments as she stayed calm and waited, glancing around again to make sure she was all ready for him. The knock at the door still broke the air like a sledgehammer despite her anticipation, making her jump and breath catch. Standing up, she took one last glance at herself in the mirror. "It's open," she said, keeping her voice down so as not to alert anybody else that might be nearby. The handle turned patiently and the door followed in the same manner, opening to reveal him in his dashing suit, taking her in as it swung out the way. Unashamedly drinking in her body, eyes scanning down from her pretty face and shock of red hair to her huge breasts, pinched waist and curvy hips, completed with high heels as she waited before him. Closing the door behind him, there was a definitive click as he locked it, making it just the two of them for their illicit encounter. "Finally," he murmured with a smile. "We'd best not take too long, otherwise people might notice we're missing," she said, feeling her heart pumping. "Notice you're missing you mean, nobody will worry about me," he said with a smile. "I noticed you," she said quietly, looking into his eyes. "I know, and I'm very glad you did," he said, letting her shuffle under his gaze for a moment. "I thought you'd be...ready and waiting for me, especially if you want to get on with things?" he added, eyeing her again and clearly suggesting the fact her dress was still on. "I thought you'd want to watch this," she said, and with that steeled her nerves and reached behind her back, in the process pushing her chest out even more, almost bursting out of her dress. Taking control of things now, she pulled the zip down in one smooth motion, keeping her eyes locked on his as she did so. Feeling the air, she let reached up to sensually push the silk straps off her shoulders, his eyes dropping from hers now down to her magnificent rack as the dress inched off her smooth white shoulders. The stark black dress slipped over her pale skin in the soft light of the hotel room as she let it off one shoulder and then the other, dropping her hands to urge it off the curves of her body. Peeling it down revealed her black satin bra, holding up her lovely chest, his eyes taking in every detail of her fair breasts as they threatened to spill out. Her hands pushed the dress down with a wiggle of her hips to free it, letting it effortlessly fall to the floor around her feet to reveal her smooth, matching black satin underbust corset that was giving her the perfect feminine shape, above a pair of equally matching black satin panties to go with it. It was the whole look, with black stockings attached to garters from the corset, a deliciously enticing classic lingerie look before him. "Well?" she prompted after he'd been staring a few moments. "Sensational," was all he said, looking back into her big eyes with a smile of lust and intent. "Good," she replied, reaching down to pick the dress up and then quickly lay it aside, needing it to return to the party. Turning back to him, she was just in time for him to reach her, an arm sliding around her waist as he leaned down to her. She swiftly raised a finger and pressed it to his lips. "You don't get to kiss me, that's not part of the deal," she said with smile as he held her closely. "Then let's close this deal," he said with a more decisive tone, simultaneously releasing her with one hand and pushing her onto the bed with the other so she sat down, before grasping her shoulders and shoving her playfully back onto the bed on her elbows. She gave a smile as she looked up at him, loving his take-charge attitude as she pulled herself a little further up on the bed. "Lose the bra," he said, capitalising on his position. She just let her smile widen to a grin and wiggled her chest suggestively at him. "Not so fast. I think it's your turn, let's see what you're packing. You've already got my dress off, now I need to see if you can hold up your end of this bargain," she purred in her soft tones, eyeing him up and down. "By all means," he said in a measured yet loaded manner, shrugging his expensive jacket off and casting it easily aside onto a chair in the soft light. The actress watched with her wide eyes as he kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his silvery grey shirt, taking time to let her take him in, clearly relishing his time with her in private. He was in good shape, a generally muscular build that suggested he worked out, and that he might have the power to make her his even if she resisted it. Throwing it aside with his jacket, he unfastened his trousers and then reached down to pull them off his feet with his socks, taking a somewhat slow and methodical approach to it, an inexorable quality to it all. As he stood back up, Christina was able to take him in properly in his closely fitting shorts, his toned body and crucially the impressive and enticing bulge in the front of them that told her he wasn't lying. "Very nice," she murmured as he stepped towards the bed and let his fingers slide over the smooth nylon of her stocking, stroking over her knee and onto her thigh, his fingertips caressing the contoured lace tops and clasp of the garter. "Now the bra," he said with a smile, letting his fingers play over her thigh as he gazed down at her laid back on the bed waiting for him. She paused, then smiled and started shuffling backwards up the covers more. "Lose the shorts and you can come and get it," she murmured, teasing him to come and take what he wanted. He happily obliged, reaching down to push his shorts down, his long, thick cock springing out in front of him, stiffening towards full hardness in its freedom. Christina's eyes locked onto it, taking in every magnificent inch of his big cock and full balls, eyes widening a little more at his size and the surprise of a thick ring pierced through the tip in a Prince Albert. She'd never been with a guy with one of them before, and it only added another exciting dimension to the first big cock she'd had in a while. Sliding onto the bed between her legs, he was gifted a nice look at the smooth bulge of her pussy closely hugged by the satin panties as he did, his hands slid down her thighs as he moved over her, tantalisingly close to having so much more of her. Leaning over her, their eyes stayed locked as he pulled up to kneel over her, pinning her curvy hips down to the bed, Christina leaning back just a little to submit to him more, chest rising and falling rapidly with her excited breaths. His cock finished stiffening to full rock hardness in front of her eyes, bobbing with the beats of his heart as it stood up before her, the ring holding her gaze as she thought about what it might feel like. "Let's see them then," he said with a smile, pushing up over her corseted body a little more and pushing his hands over her huge boobs, feeling them through the straining satin bra. A firm squeeze made her breath catch, arching her back more to push towards him, his hands having no chance of fully squeezing her given her size. A few more firmer, roaming squeezes took them in completely before his hands slid under her back, between her own arm and her ribs as she leaned up on her elbows for him. Watching him, she saw his gaze intently on her chest as he deftly released her bra, pulling the straps out from under her where she dutifully obliged in dropping back onto the bed and raising her arms so he could take it off her. He gave a quiet groan of pleasure at revealing her chest as the bra slipped over her pale, slender arms to be discarded swiftly beside the bed, her huge breasts on display, nipples already stiff and waiting. Her breaths were short and tight in anticipation as his hands pushed back onto them again, making her tingle to her core as his warm grasp firmly took them. "Stunning," he murmured as the stiff nipples rubbed under his hands, drawing back to circle them with his fingertips before squeezing and pushing her boobs up again. In return Christina reached up tentatively for his big cock, just brushing over it gently at first, feeling it jump away from her at her touch, his breathing heavier as she wrapped her digits around it and squeezed testingly at its shaft. Her arm automatically fell into rhythm and started jerking him gently back and forth, pulling back over the ridge of his head, which was particularly defined. It would certainly be felt sliding inside her she mused, gripping tighter and pulling back more slowly over it to feel it pop through her hand as he groaned. She felt the thick ring bump against the side of her hand, just pulling at it very slightly though he didn't care at all. Christina wondered what that would feel like inside her, the areas it might stimulate, and then scolded herself for thinking about it. She was only here to let him do one thing, well...two things. Opening her eyes, she looked up to him as he enjoyed her in the soft light of the room, glancing down at his large hands massaging her breasts and then back to him with a slight smile. Christina Hendricks - Cockpuppet Ch. 02 This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 18. Do not use this without my permission. (c) Copyright Viper_Noj 2002 onwards. Now, on with the story! * * * * * Laid out on her bed, Christina Hendricks pushed back into the deep pillows as she rubbed her thick vibrator over clit, sliding it back and forth in firm, controlled strokes at her delicate button. She'd had a long day and now wanted nothing more than some deep soulful release. It'd started with her fingers, stroking over her neat strip of naturally blonde hair to her clit, working over and around it, accelerating circles before letting her fingertips glide down to split her lips and slip through her slick heat within. Adding her other hand to continue the work at her clit, she'd delved a finger and then two inside herself, shivering at the pleasure of penetration in the process, working her hands in unison on herself. But it wasn't enough, feeling a distinct lack of satisfaction in it all despite the pleasure; a disconnection. So she'd resorted to her vibrator, the thick rubber toy buzzing in her hand now as she stroked it back and forth over her clit, the tingle spreading through her more deeply than the work of her fingers had. But she was still frustrated by it, unable to find her groove despite distinctly wanting an orgasm and having been feeling the urge for much of the day. Pausing with a sigh, Christina just stared at the ceiling for a few moments, the buzzing vibrator resting against her hip patiently. There was no doubt she was feeling up for it, just it wasn't working. Glancing around and taking in the room, she looked idly across her dresser until her eyes were caught by the neat, sharp card tucked into the edge of the mirror; his card, the one he had slipped so suavely into her bra after their illicit party encounter weeks before. Without even thinking, her hand slipped to her chest, starting to squeeze at her huge breast and tweak slightly at her nipple in the process as her eyes stayed fixated on it. As she stared at the card, memories flooded back into her mind of her night with him, her brief encounter. It wasn't the first time it had crossed her mind since, though not in quite the same situation. As she thought of him and his huge, thick cock she let the vibrator slip back onto her clit, the buzzing spreading through her once again, but more intently this time as it should do. The thought of his nine inches of throbbing cock lingered in her mind as the vibrating toy spread the right sensations through her, thinking of the piercing through the tip and the unique angle it had put on things. Squeezing harder at her chest, she thought of how he had pinned her down, rendering her powerless as he'd slipped his cock between her huge breasts, which she had so dutifully pushed up for him to enjoy. She pulled her knees up and spread her legs more now as she reminisced, opening up to work the toy more firmly at her clit, shivering and breathing deeper now as she did so. She closed her eyes as she thought of him pushing against her chest powerfully as she leaned down to lick and suck at the tip, catching his ring with her tongue before he had knelt up over her and pushed himself properly into her mouth, taking her efforts for a blowjob. Christina thought of the thick, throbbing feel of him, his huge cock pulsing in her mouth as she had worked at him, sucking and licking intently to bring him maximum pleasure, focused only on doing her utmost for him at that moment. And then when he had tired of her doing that, he had enjoyed her chest more only to then suddenly take something else he had wanted of her despite her token protests. Pulling her feet off the bed, Christina shuddered with a deep gasp as she pushed the vibrating toy inside her, slipping easily into her juicy pussy as she imagined the moment he had snatched a handful of her rich, vibrant red hair and pinned her to the bed, stroking himself into a hard climax over her. She arched from the bed tightly and pushed the dildo deeply inside herself as she thought of the sensation at his hot, thick load shooting across her face, remembering the primal sounds of relief and exhilaration as he'd exploded after enjoying all he'd wanted from her. She gave a couple of slow thrusts into her pussy, the toy shaking insistently as she trembled at its touch now, thinking of the aftermath of that moment and then what else he had wanted from her, what she had so specifically refused him; the chance to slide himself properly inside her, stretch her, fuck her. Christina opened her eyes and looked down her body, past her groping hand, to where she buried the toy inside herself. Slipping it slowly back out, she imagined it was him sliding slowly but powerfully inside her, taking her completely and regardless of her wants, shuddering powerfully and dropping her head back to the pillows with a ragged gasp as she pushed it to the hilt. It wasn't big enough, nowhere near as big as him, but right now she was lost in the moment as she imagined giving him all he wanted, his long, thick cock gliding deeply inside her, stretching her out around him. It was doing the trick as she started to thrust the toy long and hard into a stimulating rhythm, the vibrating dildo easily sliding in and out of her, lighting up her nerve endings as it did so. Deep moans of pleasure escaped her as she hand pawed at her chest, her other hand working the toy swifter and harder into her juicy pussy as her climax approached quickly. She'd got herself built up through her frustrated attempts but now it was all coming to fruition as she gasped intently in pleasure, feeling almost overwhelmed by the sudden speed with which her orgasm rushed up on her. There was no way she would stop though, her aching wrist working harder and faster as she gave in to the pleasure, working the vibrator intently as her gasps turned to grunting growls of ecstasy as she shuddered in climax, her toes curling and knees pulling together as she arched from the bed tightly again. The orgasm spread immediately through her, tingling up her spine as she whined in climax, her hand grabbing her chest hard, the other moving to a blur as she jammed the toy intently in and out of herself to sustain the peak as she trembled on the bed. Thrusting her hips up into the toy, she imagined it was him driving himself inside her, making her sweet pussy swallow him up all the way to the hilt as he pinned her down on the bed, taking her, dominating her. As her climax faded, she gave a few final, long strokes of the toy into her squeezing body with rolls of her hips, giving a last push and then flopping onto the bed, her knees sagging apart as the air was broken only by the sound of the vibrating still buzzing inside her for a moment before she switched it off. She winced slightly as she lowered her legs down to the bed, giving a gasp as her stiffened hips relaxed, her feet dropping back onto the bed as she let her head sag to the side on the pillows, spreading her arm out to the side to brush it lazily over the sheets. She took a moment to slide the toy back out of herself, dropping it aside on the bed with a sigh before she surrendered to the satisfaction and release washing over her, sinking back into the bed and shutting her eyes again, tangled in her long red hair. Christina didn't know how long it was, but when she lazily turned her head and opened her eyes they locked straight onto his card, wedged crisply into her mirror frame, sending another little flutter through her as she lay naked on the bed. It was the hardest she'd climaxed in a long time, and all thanks to the thought of him burying his big, thick cock inside her. She didn't deny it to herself, knowing it was that thought that her brought about such satisfaction, imagining him stretching her out as he worked his cock deeply inside her. It'd been too long since she'd had a well hung man take her, and ever since their previous encounter she'd been thinking about it more and more. She knew there was a certain stipulation she'd put in place that he had refused, leaving the ball firmly in her court, and the only way she could have it was to step over that line. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, Christina gave a stretch and then tiredly turned to sit on the edge of the bed, putting her toy out the way on the side unit. Gripping the side of the mattress through the covers, her steely gaze locked onto his card once more and she took a deep breath, then pushed herself up onto her feet, legs a little shaky, and stepped forwards to reach for it. She plucked it from the frame of the mirror, pulling the stiff contact details into her fingers and turning it over, thinking about it for a moment. She knew it was what she wanted, and most definitely needed, but she had to make the call and she didn't know what to say. She couldn't simply ask him to screw her and own up to lusting for it, and then there was the issue of using rubbers that he had so clearly rejected. Christina gave a wistful sigh as she thought of the thick cock in her mouth, how it could feel inside her, the piercing through his tip. In that moment she picked up her phone, setting about dialling him before she lost her nerve. The ringing seemed to take forever after a pause to connect, letting her feel the thumping of her heart as she waited, surging in the final second as he answered. "Hello?" he said, his voice as calm and authoritative as it had been when he had propositioned her. She hesitated momentarily, then spoke up before she lost her nerve and hung up. "Hi," she said abruptly, heart pumping. "Hello Christina," he replied after a pause, the sound of a smile in his voice. The very fact she was calling him had immediately put the ball in his court. "Hi, how are you?" she said, feeling silly the second she asked it. "I'm doing good thanks, how about you?" he replied politely. "Doing fine thanks, busy though," she said. "Aren't we all," he said. There was a moment of silence, just hanging between them until he broke it. "What can I do for you, Miss Hendricks?" he asked, framing it in a strangely proper manner, much as he had when he had boldly propositioned her at the party weeks before. "I was wondering if you were free to meet up sometime soon?" she asked, knowing there was no point messing around with things on this. "I could be, for what purpose?" he asked. She knew that he knew full well what she was calling him for, after all why else would she be calling, but he evidently wanted her to be clear. "I was hoping we could have some fun," she said, wanting to skirt the details still. "I believe that's what we did last time, unless you have something else in mind?" he said, leading her towards it. "Maybe I do," she said cryptically. She couldn't deny she enjoyed the back and forth that seemed to occur between them. "I don't have time for maybes, Christina," he said, addressing her directly in a way that made her tingle slightly. "I..." she started, a mixture of words on the tip of her tongue. "Tell me exactly what it is you want, Christina," he said, again using her name to deliberately accentuate his question. "I want you to have sex with me," she replied with a slight sigh at the thought of it, keeping away from admitting she would happily let him bang her brains out. "You remember my terms?" he said after a moment, revelling in the pleasure of having her admit she needed him inside her. "I do," he said simply. "Non-negotiable," he said, reinforcing his wants of her. "I know," she replied, enough submission to her voice to portray the fact she had accepted what was desired of her to get what she wanted. "Excellent. Then we have a deal," he said, the words bringing up the memory of when he had said it to her last time. "Where would you like to...meet?" she asked, feeling more relaxed now the actual deal was struck. "How about you suggest a place, since you're busy and called me," he said smoothly, leaving it in her hands to tell him exactly where and when to come and fuck her. She thought for a moment and quickly worked out her upcoming schedule. "I'm in Chicago next week, fly in Sunday. I don't know if that suits you?" she said, knowing she had a couple of days break on her calendar for it. "That works fine for me. Where did you have in mind?" he replied. "Hotel, I'll send you the exact details of where and when," she said, feeling more in control again now. "I look forward to it," he said, smile evident again in his voice. "Good," she said, smiling herself. "But now I have to go. Speak to you soon, Miss Hendricks," he said with a calm, measured suaveness before he hung up, leaving her biting her lip as she lowered the phone from her ear. All was suddenly quiet around her, only her deep exhale breaking it, not even realising that she'd been holding such a big breath. She let a little tremble of nerves coarse through her as she drew in fresh air slowly and then laid her phone down on the dresser. Looking at herself in the mirror, Christina took a moment and then reached up to tuck his card back into the frame, where it belonged in her view. Though now it was more than a temptation, it was a ticket. Turning back to the bed, the gorgeous redhead fairly threw herself down onto it, her curvy body bouncing as much as the bed as she sank face down into the soft sheets, burying her face in the pillows. She tried to stop her mind racing and let the tiredness of the day capture her once more, though she couldn't stop the thoughts of his big, thick cock splitting her pussy in half. Despite it she managed to sink into her dreams, fumbling to switch the lights off as she dozed off to the thoughts of him having his way with her, the way she truly wanted him to. * * * The days leading around to the next week passed in a blur of filming and promotional work. Before she knew it, it was time to fly into Chicago and meet him for their second encounter. Her whole flight was dominated by thoughts of what might happen with him, creating a frustrating tingle in her pussy that she couldn't alleviate with other passengers around her. Reaching her hotel, the Hilton, she checked in normally and proceeded to her room, knowing that nobody around had the faintest idea what she was going to be up to. Laying her suitcase down on the bed, she paused for a quick breath and glanced at the clock; there was still a good few hours before he would arrive, having messaged him the details of her flight earlier and told him what time to join her. She had to get ready for him, wanting to be at her best though she wasn't sure why when he already wanted her so much. Christina peeled her casual top and jeans off, followed by her simple underwear and then headed for the shower to freshen up, tying her hair up quickly with a hair band. Setting it going, she let the spray warm up fully before she stepped in, tingling a little as the warmth permeated her. She ran her hands over herself as the bathroom started to steam up, arching and unwinding herself, all the tension of the flight fading away as she relaxed, sighing deeply in satisfaction as she caressed her curves. She lathered up and let her hands slip even more easily over herself, mumbling as she stroked herself as much as washed, squeezing at her fantastic breasts and teasing the nipples, pinching them lightly in the process. Her hands ran down her body, onto her waiting pussy to give herself the little stimulation she'd been wanting since the flight, pushing her fingers down through her patch of dark hair onto her clit, giving a light moan of pleasure as they made contact with her sensitive button. "Oh fuck," she breathed, shivering more intently than she'd anticipated as she put two fingers to work at her clit, circling it slowly yet powerfully to make herself tremble. Pausing to stroke up and down over her lips, she teased herself before working her clit once more, breathing deeply as she focused on pleasing herself. Rolling her hips into her ministrations yielded more sensations, imagining she was pushing herself up against him, not that she'd ever felt him finger her, though she might let him this time. Feeling herself quake in dangerously pre-orgasmic fashion she opened her eyes and stopped, not wanting to make herself climax. If she was going to do that, she wanted to do it with his big cock inside her, if she was given the choice. She might not admit that to him however. Rubbing her hands through her patch of hair, she decided to have a quick shave to be as perfect as possible. She'd already done her legs prior to flying in, and now reached out of the shower to find her razor in her wash bag. Christina has a nice V-shape of thick dark hair above her lips, pointing down to her clit almost, and she liked it that way. She felt it looked womanly and feminine, never liking the modern style of shaving it all off. Soaping up, she took a few minutes to just carefully shave herself, sharpening the lines of her V and gliding over the rest to render it smooth and strokable as the water cascaded down over shoulders. Running her fingers up her lips, she tingled once more in pleasure, wondering if maybe he'd run his tongue over it later on, daring to hope perhaps. Finishing her shower, revelling in the hot, pouring water for a few more moments, she shut it off to be greeted by the enclosing silence of the posh hotel room once and stepped out to wrap her curvy body in a large white towel. It easily stayed up, supported by her huge chest as she tucked it in around herself. Walking out of the bathroom, she pulled the hair band from her head and let her luscious red hair tumble down over her shoulders in stark contrast to her pale skin and towel, just shaking it out a little as she walked into the main room. The luxurious kingsize bed was laid out facing the windows, though on such a high floor there was no chance of anyone spying. It offered a great view out across the darkening city, lights coming on and cars going on their way, Christina stepping towards them to look out at it all and ponder where, if anywhere, he might be in all that. She wondered how many people would love to get a look at her right now, wrapped in a towel fresh from the shower, and there she was at the windows where anyone could see her, if only they knew where to look. Turning away from the glass, she stepped back to the bed and her suitcase, opening the lid fully to expose her clothes. She'd brought things to wear in general, but laid carefully on top was a dress and some very expensive lingerie that she wanted to show off to him. He'd seemed very pleased with her underwear last time, and so this time she intended to give him a repeat and maybe gain the upper hand somewhat in power struggle that was sure to bubble between them. The dress was red silk, a cocktail style dress that was snug and fitted on her body, offering a nice low front and hugging of her curves, before a looser skirt from her hips that reached to mid-thigh and offered a sexy split up the side of it. On top of that, the underwear that would go beneath it, a blend of charcoal satin-silk edged with soft black lace, stockings and suspenders. She loved the feel and look of satin, feeling it a little as she carefully lifted it out and laid it on the bed, spreading it out ready before her and then stepping away to peel the towel away from herself. Rubbing down her body with it to dry out the last of the shower dampness, she stepped casually around the room and then caught sight of herself in a full length mirror just as she draped the towel down herself, in the process of drying over her shoulder. Pausing, she dropped the white towel onto the floor, taking herself in; full frontal, her curvy body there for her to check out. She arched her back to push her chest out, reaching up to just bounce her fantastic breasts a little, pleased with their perkiness above the hourglass pinch of her waist and then curve of her hips, with her now neat, thick triangle of pubic hair. She thought she looked pretty damn good, a nice treat for him, and would look even more tempting when wrapped in her silky lingerie. Christina Hendricks - Cockpuppet Ch. 02 Kicking the towel out the way towards the bathroom, Christina picked up her wide-gartered belt, the silk-satin delightfully smooth under her fingers as she pulled it round herself and clipped it together, the garters tickling at her thighs in the process. Arranging it centrally on her hips, she stroked the smooth material for a moment, round the belt and down the thick garters for a moment before she picked up her stockings. They were wide-topped black nylons, simple and sexy, leading her to sit down on the bed to slip them onto her feet and roll them up her legs to her strong thighs. She stood up to clip them carefully onto her garters, securing her stockings properly and then stretching her leg slightly to make sure they were adjusted comfortably. Another glance in the mirror told her how hot she was looking, and figured this was likely how she would be dressed for much of the night. It was why she was putting her panties on over the top, so he could remove them and leave her stockings and suspenders on. She suspected he would want to. Moving onto those, she picked up the next silky item and ran them through her fingers a bit, loving the tactile sensation of them. She stepped into them and slid them up her nylon-clad legs, over the lacy garters and into place, concealing her neatly shaven pussy and pinning the garters down against her skin as she ran her thumbs through the waistband. She checked herself out in the mirror again, her ass looking tempting in them, turning back to see the smooth bulge of her pussy nicely at the front. It only left her prominent chest to cover; it didn't need any sort of push-up that was for sure. The bra was devoid of it and made to match, the same classy dark grey satin edged with black lace, the straps slender but strong over her shoulders to support her. Slipping into it, the black contrasting perfectly with her pale skin, she arched her back and clipped it up, reaching up to give it a jiggle and settle herself in, her huge boobs pushed up nicely by its mere shape, a semi balconette style supporting them perfectly from underneath. It worked well, and wouldn't show past the low cut of her dress. A glance in the mirror told her how good she looked, and she picked up her dress with a naughty smile to herself, feeling sexy in her pretty lingerie. She unzipped it and stepped into the bright red fabric, the only thing brighter than her hair, pulling it up and rolling her shoulders into it, wiggling her body to settle it around her before reaching back to zip it back up snugly. It wrapped her curves beautifully, hiding the underwear though tight enough to give little hints at it over her body, with the loose, split skirt offering a glimpse of her nylons with every flick. Christina smoothed it out, checking herself out in the mirror again, rocking her hips and striking some poses. With some make-up she would look decidedly foxy, ready to go and knew she'd impress him. Despite it however she was feeling nervous, more than she had done the first time, feeling some butterflies as she pondered over the upcoming encounter. Raising her hand, she watched it tremble before her and then clamped it shut intently, holding a fist for a moment before she turned and looked at the minibar; it was certainly something that would help her. A couple of minutes later she was sat by the mirror working on her make-up, a glass of scotch beside her. She'd already drunk half of it in the first couple of gulps and now intended to sip the rest of it as she got ready. In fact she finished it before her make-up, deciding to match up with a deep red lipstick and dark, foxy eyes using dark liner and mascara. Looking at herself in the mirror, she took a breath and got up, ready for him now, though another drink would help her. She poured just that after pushing her feet into her black high-heels, and after another tasty mouthful of it decided to tease him a little, even though he wasn't due for over an hour. Getting her phone from the table, she flicked to the camera and then pointed it down at her leg; pushing it onto her toes with a bend of her knee, she grabbed a handful of her red dress and pulled the skirt so the split pulled open to reveal her sexy black garter and stocking, stretched slightly where the clip held it up. She made sure to pull her hand into her crotch as she did it and checked she'd caught everything in shot before taking the teasing snap. Attaching it to a message, she added "Waiting for you..." as a note before sending it quickly to him, lest she lose her nerve. Her phone buzzed a moment later; she picked it up quickly to see what he'd replied with. She never normally sent any such pictures, not least because she was a celebrity, it just wasn't her style. "Good." was all it said. Christina looked at it a little perplexed, expecting more of a response from him. What she definitely wasn't expecting was the knock at the door, jolting her from her concentration on the phone. She looked round quickly at the clock, then to the door. "Who is it?" she asked, heart already starting to race. "Were you expecting somebody else this evening?" he replied after a pause. His distinctive tone was there even though it was through the door. Her heart surged again and she panicked momentarily, quickly taking another big mouthful of her scotch, swallowing as she stood from the bed. "No, no. Hold on," she managed, giving a cough at the sudden burn of the alcohol on her throat, putting the glass down on the table and sweeping her suitcase off the bed, bundling her stuff into it, including her phone, and shoving it out the way in the bottom of the wardrobe. She stood up and quickly checked herself, smoothing her dress and glancing to make sure her make-up was all good before stepping to the door, taking a deep breath to calm herself as she did, not wanting to appear flustered to him, needing to stay cool. Stepping over to the door, Christina turned the lock and then opened it, swinging it back to lean on the side of it; despite her nerves she immediately turned on the charm, making sure to push her chest up and look foxily at him with an enticing smile. He was stood before her in a sharp suit with no tie, waiting for her. "Hi," she said, heart pumping. "Good evening, Miss Hendricks," he said, addressing her so properly in such a situation. He was playing with her though, she could tell by his slight smile and general tone. She knew he was going to play her all night, the way he had in their first encounter, and that both frustrated and excited her. "Come in," she almost purred, stepping back and holding the door open to invite him in. "With pleasure," he said, entering the room and looking around at her fancy digs for the night. She locked the door behind him and turned to lean against it, watching him gazing around the room, moving a little closer to the tall windows to look out at the now darkened city. She just watched him, totally ignoring her; she was quite affronted as he hadn't even looked down her dress when he arrived. "This is a nice room," he said, turning back to her and casting an eye over the huge bed. "Yes, it's good for...entertaining," she said, looking at him with eyes of intent. "You here for long?" he asked, spying her glass of scotch on the table. "Just a couple of days," she replied as he stepped over and picked it up. "Best make them count then," he said, approaching her, close enough for her to smell his aftershave, breathing in deeply and looking up at him with wide eyes as he stood over her, forgetting how much taller than her he was. They were close, but he didn't touch her, instead raising the glass to her and pressing it against her lower lip. The deep red lipstick stained the rim of it before he started to slowly tip it up, where she reached up and took hold of the glass, knowing it would only end up spilling down her dress otherwise. He smiled and turned away from her to the minibar, slipping his jacket off before leaning down to get a scotch of his own and then throwing the jacket over a chair. It was the last one in the little fridge, which he poured into a handy glass and took a smooth sip of, looking back at the buxom redhead waiting for him, sipping her own drink. There was a tense moment of silence between them, eyes locked together; despite her character, Christina was waiting for him to come and get her, not wanting to make the first move. "Are you ready for this, Christina?" he said, addressing her deliberately again, as he had during their initial phone call. She paused mid-sip, holding his gaze and lowering the glass a little, then tipped her head back to drain it. She swallowed and shivered slightly at the burn, the stood the glass down firmly on the table again and opened her eyes to looking piercingly at him. "Yes," she replied clearly, firmly. Submission it may be, but it was her submission. "Excellent," he said with a smile, taking another sip of the single malt as he eyed her, making her wait. After another pause, he lowered his glass. "Lift your skirt up," he said smoothly, catching her off guard. She was expecting him to simply come and take what he wanted, what she wanted. "What?" she asked, a little unsure at where he was going with it, and wanting it to be less...sordid. "Lift your skirt up," he repeated, and again she hesitated, staring at him. "Don't make me ask a third time," he said with a tone of authority, the same one that had helped get him into her pants in the first place. "Ok," she breathed, internally chastising herself for speaking at rather than just acting as her hand pulled across to take hold of the loose hem of her dress. She kicked herself into action, taking a breath and grasping the silky fabric firmly, lifting her skirt up positively and making it clear she was doing as she was told. He completely had her, she knew it even if she didn't quite intend to admit it to him, so raised the hem up to her chest, making sure she lifted it high enough to completely expose whatever it was he wanted to look at. What he wanted was to see the sexy underwear she'd teased him with, and the sweet, smooth bulge of her pussy in her panties. The charcoal grey satin hugged every intimate curve of her perfectly, waiting to be unwrapped, stroked and plundered. His cock stirred as he contemplated squeezing himself into her curvy body, holding onto her and taking her. His eyes scanned up and down her, taking in her sexy black nylons, the wide garters and matching panties over the top wrapping around her hips beneath the vibrant red dress. "Very nice, that lingerie is delicious," he said, eyeing it carefully and then looking up into her eyes. "Thanks, I wore it for you," she said softly with a smile, glad he loved it as much as she liked wearing it. "Looks as enticing as last time. Only this time, your panties will be coming off," he said with a smile, raising his glass to drink the last of his scotch. Christina lowered her skirt slowly, looking at him as the pause gave her the answer to what she thought had been clearly implied. Both her hands slid underneath her dress, up over her stockings to the waistband of her underwear, thumbs hooking into the waistband. "Wait," he said, stalling her and making her look back up into his eyes, already starting to slip them down. "I didn't mean just now," he said, standing his glass aside before his hands reached for his shirt in an infuriatingly casual manner. Christina felt a hot burst of embarrassment at being so forward, as if she was just going to give it up to him but swiftly decided to stop being quite so submissive and easy with him, intending to make him work for her pussy. As she watched him, his fingers worked swiftly to unbutton his shirt, which he shrugged off coolly and threw onto his jacket over the chair. "I wasn't going to," she replied as he looked at her once more, putting on a devilish smile as she just slowly let him watch her hands push her panties down a little bit further and then slip out from under her red silk dress. She let her fingers catch the front and flicked it up again, giving a flash of the charcoal satin tantalisingly low on her hips, bridging across just above the sweet curve of her treasures, begging to be removed. "If you want these panties off you have to take them off yourself," she purred, stepping forward on her high heels towards him. "That is an invitation I won't refuse," he said, standing up fully to meet her as she got to him, he hands immediately reaching out to take in her hips. She looked down to his grasp on her, watching as his fingers gathered up her dress to reveal her stockings and suspenders. "If I let you take them off that is," she said coyly, looking back up to him from her sideways glance down her body. "You will," he said with that same authoritative tone. "You still have to earn it," she breathed, letting her tongue flick out a little as she smiled, turning into the tease. "Don't you want it?" he questioned, turning the tables on her again. "I do, but you still have to come and get it, make me want it," she purred, even as she felt her pussy leak slightly into those very panties. "Oh I'll come and get it," he said, letting go of her dress, "when I want it." His hand slid up her back, over her bare shoulders to stroke across the back of her neck. She practically melted at it, eyes closing as she shivered in pleasure, nipples immediately stiffening in her already bubbling arousal. His other hand slipped up over the cocktail dress to her huge chest, squeezing at her breast firmly as he leaned down to kiss her. She slipped her hand up and pressed her finger to his lips, as she had previously. "Nuh uh, you don't get to kiss me, remember?" she whispered with a smile. He responded by grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back with a gasp from her as his other hand grabbed her wrist to get her hand effortlessly out the way. "Shut up, Christina. You're mine tonight," he whispered, looking into her eyes before leaning down once more to kiss her. She didn't resist this time, opening her mouth and extending her tongue slightly ready for him. He didn't disappoint her, his tongue slipping sensually over her, delving deeply into her mouth as his lips pressed to hers. It wasn't aggressive or over active, it was soft, loving, indulgent. He took his time in kissing her, an intimate first kiss between them, the kind which anyone would hope for. Their kiss became more hungry and passionate, tongues attacking one another's as his hand gave a harder squeeze to her chest and then slid down onto her ass, allowing them to press closer together. She could feel his stiffening cock through his trousers, pressing against her, wanting her, ready to be inside her as his hand took a good grope of her ass through the dress. Their kissing continued, both of them battling for control even as his hand continued to pull at her soft red hair, his hand pushing down onto the back of her thighs to feel the silky nylon of her stockings, then follow the garters back up underneath her skirt to her ass and the smooth, satin feel of the grey panties, all that stood between him and her sweet pussy. Their kiss was disturbed by her giving a restrained, stuttering gasp as his fingers probed between her legs, managing to reach her clit and draw back to stroke along the length of her hot, swollen lips onto her ass, revealing just how turned on she was for him. "I don't need to come and get it, it's ready and waiting for me," he murmured as they continued to make out. "Doesn't mean I'll give it to you that easily," she managed, even as she pushed her ass back into his squeezing hand. "Yes it does," he said with a smile, supremely confident as he tugged her head back, eliciting another gasp from her as he exposed her neck. She gave gasping moans of pleasure as he immediately began to kiss and bite lightly at the pale skin of her neck, hooking the thumb of his other hand into the back of her panties to pull them down just a little bit more as his fingers reached between her legs again, making her instinctively squeeze her thighs together and then spread them more for him to give access, and a clear green light for him to fuck her brains out. "Ohh fuck," she breathed as his fingertips expertly located her clit, right on target as he started to briskly circle in a way that immediately weakened her knees, and resolve. "Take your dress off," he whispered, pulling away from her slightly before delivering a few more nibbles and licks to her soft neck. Without a moment's hesitation her hands slipped from his shoulders, sliding over the red silk at her hips to reach round her back to find the zip, reaching up to take hold of it as he continued to softly kiss and tease at her neck. It made her tingle deeply through her body, directly to her clit where he was still stimulating her as trembling fingers drew the zip down, releasing her curvy body from the tight dress. She pulled her arms together in front of her to shrug it from her pale shoulders, then tipped her head back as it got to her chest, slipping over her phenomenal rack to reveal them nestled in the matching bra, his hand sliding reluctantly from under her skirt to let it drop down her body and off her hips to pool at her feet, revealing her incredible chest as she leant back, above the taper of her waist and curvy hips, the sexy lingerie decorating her perfectly. He looked down at her breasts now, pushed up gorgeously in the grey satin, making her groan as his fingers raked through her hair and down her shoulders so he could lean down to press his face into her rack, kissing and tonguing across her soft, pale skin. At the same time his other hand resumed what it had been doing, only more directly now as he slid it down between them to press it against the front of her panties, grinding at her clit in a way that made her shudder intently and groan her pleasure. Christina just stood helplessly for a moment in the pool of her dress, letting him have at her body and drive her wild, so wet and ready for him and his big cock now. Wanting that, her hand fumbled to the front of his trousers, easily locating his rock hard erection through them, all nine inches ready and waiting for her. He murmured with pleasure as she groped and stroked at him, grabbing at the thickness of his shaft to help her remember just how big he really was. Her hand slid along it and she curled her fingertips around the tip, wanting to feel the thick ring she knew he had pierced through it, knowing very shortly she would be finding out how it felt to have that inside her, sliding through her juicy pussy and velvet walls to stretch her out. She pulled at his belt and quickly undid it as his thumb threatened to delve into her now low-slung underwear, not that she would have cared if he did. Effortlessly freeing his trousers, she reached in for his cock, dispatching his shorts quite aggressively to release him and letting them fall to the floor. "Oh yeah, that's it," she breathed, wrapping both her hands around his impressive manhood and starting to stroke more vigorously, feeling the smooth heat of him in her grasp, how he responded and jumped at her touch, pushing into her grip as she worked briskly along his length. She left one hand stroking along him in her well practiced method as her other one sought his head, letting the bulbous tip pull through her hand and then squeezing at it before seeking out the thick ring, hooking a finger into it as she had previously and pulling at it slightly. When he didn't protest at all she got more bold, twisting and pulling at it harder, only encouraging him in her hands. She wasn't surprised he liked it, after all why get it otherwise. She didn't know how it would feel inside her, a whole new experience, but she wanted to find out, though she knew he would help her with that. At that moment his hand dived over her silky garter belt into the front of her panties, straight to her clit to rapidly press two fingers between her bulging labia and directly assault her, making her shudder and grunt at the overwhelming intensity of it. Christina Hendricks - Cockpuppet Ch. 02 He abruptly pulled up and kissed her, catching her somewhat off-guard but she immediately engaged him, their tongues wrapping together once more as he pressed against her, hand sliding from her underwear to join his other in grabbing her shoulders, their passionate kiss taking over and getting more hungry and intense up until the moment when he suddenly spun her around to the bed. "Bend over baby," he said even as he shoved her forwards over it whilst simultaneously kicking his trousers and shorts off, Christina pressing her hands down onto the luxurious bedding as she complied. No sooner had she bent over his hands were at her lingerie-clad hips to pull her back slightly into position, kicking her nylon-wrapped feet apart suddenly and grabbing the base of his huge cock with one hand as he surged forward to press it against her dripping pussy. She barely had time to register what was happening, feeling the cool metal of his piercing slip up her lips momentarily before he was inside her, his bulbous head popping easily into her despite his girth, her pussy so wet and waiting, begging for him, easily stretching to accommodate and welcome him inside. They both groaned in pleasure, Christina's hands screwing up in the bedding. "Oh fuck," he growled as he pushed himself a few inches inside her, feeling her snug pussy hugging him so perfectly, clenching around him just right without resisting him, so slick and hot as he slipped into her depths. She could feel his piercing gliding into her, adding a distinctly rigid aspect to what was normally such an organic sensation, trembling in sheer pleasure at the sensations of him entering her. She was glad he was bareback really, it felt so much better and she'd have hated for there to be a condom between them at this moment. Christina arched her back and pushed towards him, feeling him pause and draw back, then push into her more firmly once more, driving more of himself into her, stretching her further and making her rasp with pleasure as she took him. She was tight, but so turned on that her body was just taking him, feeling his ring again as it disappeared deeply into her. "Come on, fuck me," she breathed, surprising herself slightly at the way she encouraged him, not that he really needed it. It was a green light however and she felt his grip tighten on her body, pulling back against the flare of her hips powerfully as he equally drove himself into her, making her really feel his size for the first time as she took most of him in, only a couple of inches remaining as he almost pressed to her ass. Both of them let out noises of pleasure at it, Christina's pussy squeezing encouragingly at him as he got straight into a rhythm, dominantly holding her and starting to pump in and out of her, putting his big cock to work much to her pleasure. His hands caressed her, stroking the tactile temptation of her grey satin garter belt. Her lovely body was a delight to him too, the way his piercing rocked with friction inside her adding an extra tingle to the sheer, slippery sensation of her engulfing pussy. Her noises ascended to a squeal and then squeak to silence as he picked up the pace to a level she never knew possible, hammering himself into her, almost full depth as he pulled her taut. His big cock jammed deeply inside her, sending twinges of pain through her as he started to really stretch her open, forcing her to loosen up more to withstand his pace as he slammed against her. Despite that it felt incredible, overwhelming though and all too much for her, just taking it with a silent scream, face screwed up the same as her hands in the bedding as she took the biggest cock she'd had in ages. Her huge breasts bounced heavily beneath her, rocking and dancing with the momentum of their fuck. His pounding on her lasted just a few more seconds before he abruptly wrenched himself back out of her, making her gasp loudly before he suddenly spun her around again, this time pushing her down to sit on the side of the bed. Christina bounced on the side of the mattress, stabilising herself with her hands out behind her just in time for him to grab a handful of her long red hair and press his cock into her mouth with his other. She mumbled in surprise but didn't complain as his thick head slid into her mouth, making her gag momentarily as he touched the back of her throat with his piercing before she could get into a rhythm. Her hand instinctively came up to grasp the base of him as she sucked firmly, pressing the tip of her tongue to the base of his shaft and letting it catch in his thick ring, playing with and exploring it, something she'd missed since the last time. His grip in her flame hair loosened as he pulled her head towards him, wanting every possible inch of himself in her mouth even as she twisted to push him into the hollow of her cheek. Pulling himself out of her mouth, he pushed her back onto her hands again by her shoulders and thrust himself down towards her chest. It was where this had all started, with her phenomenal breasts, and he intended to continue there as he pressed himself between them and pushed them up together around him. Christina looked up to him with her big eyes as he revelled in her body, shoving energetically between her boobs with a throaty growl of pleasure. She looked down to watch his bulbous head surging up towards her, thick piercing glinting before her; it was far too tempting to ignore and she leaned down to lick at his tip again, working to try and catch his jewellery in the process and sucking at him just a bit where she could. He watched as she worked to pleasure him as he thrust against her, loving the soft, sensual feel of her huge tits around him mixing with the hot, wet skill of her tongue as it danced and swiped at his sensitive head. It blended with the sensations of her hot, silky legs sliding past his as he stood over her, the actress slipping them up him lightly as she leaned back. He paused a couple of times on his up-stroke to let her toy with his gold ring since she seemed so interested in it, before enjoying the feel of her again with more strokes. As he paused again Christina took hold of the ring in her teeth, pulling at it and twisting slightly, sending a deep wave of sensation through him; not pain, or pleasure really, just an intense feeling. He let her have her moment and then pulled her head carefully back off him by her hair, releasing her lovely boobs somewhat reluctantly, though there was a far bigger prize at stake. Christina was looking up at him, breathing heavily, just waiting. "Ready?" he asked with his dominant tone. She just paused, heart fluttering. "Yeah," she replied, not messing around now. He'd already been inside her and she needed it back. It was a teaser, and reminder of how she loved big cock, and she wasn't going to play around, that time had passed. "Good," he smiled, letting go of her hair and reaching down for her smooth legs, tipping her back on the bed so she bounced down on it, chest mesmerizingly doing the same as he took a strong hold on her stocking-clad limbs, his nine inches standing out between them, tantalisingly close to her body as her front garters went slack whilst the back ones pulled tight into her pale flesh. Lowering himself down to her, she murmured softly as he pushed forward to let his big, heavy balls rub over her waiting pussy, through her dark triangle of hair for a moment. Christina looked down to consider it, pushing up on her elbows to look down at him over her, how his length extended up her tummy and wide suspender belt. Fixated by it, she took in just how deep he would be inside her, how far into her body he would bury himself. He knew what she was doing and pushed right against her thighs to show her exactly how far it would reach when he was inside her, hearing her give a restrained gasp at the concept, knowing it could get a little bit deeper than that once he was actually inside her. She looked back up at him with trepidation, met by a smile as he just held it there for a moment longer before slipping back and reaching down to aim himself down towards her slick pussy. Her renewed nerves certainly hadn't made her body want it less, her pussy engorged and slick with thick juices, ready to stretch and receive him. As he lined himself up she let her elbows slide out from under her to drop back onto the bed, though she still craned up to look down and watch the moment he penetrated her. Holding her leg firmly with his left arm across the contoured lacy top of her stocking, he pressed his pierced cock to her waiting entrance, almost slipping inside her such was the wetness of her vulva. "Mm I'd say someone was pretty desperate for this big cock," he said with a grin, loving how badly she wanted it. He didn't draw it out to demand a response from her however, simply teasing himself up and down her labia for a moment, letting her feel the thick ring before he pushed down and into her, his bulging head being immediately swallowed by her curvy body, eliciting a gasp from her as he dipped inside, feeling her walls clamp down around him. She just let out a few deep breaths as he pushed just over half his length into her and then drew back into a series of slow, deliberate thrusts as he gave a deep, masculine murmur of pleasure at the succulent squeezing of her pussy. His right arm joined his left in holding her silky nylon legs, taking a strong hold on her which gave her an idea of what she was in for. He certainly didn't seem to be messing around, and now she was going to find out exactly what was in store for her. His hips started to pick up pace, thrusting into her faster, just giving her a moment more to get used to his thickness before he started to work on the depth, working another couple of inches into her with ease so she was handling around seven inches of him. Christina felt herself stretch again delightfully as he squeezed his cock into her pussy, accommodating him perfectly and feeling her nerve endings lighting up as he stroked over every inch of her velvet walls. He leaned over her more as he started pressing that depth a little more firmly, putting more energy into her, making her close her eyes and drop her head back to the bed, just wanting to lay back and enjoy the unique sensations as he indulged himself with her body. He started to pick up the pace more, pumping powerfully into her as she clenched and gripped him with her pussy to intensify it for him, able to feel a little extra stimulation from the hard jewellery through the end of his penis. He wanted more of her though, all of her, and cranked back on her thighs to drill himself into her, squeezing to feel her sexy underwear, making her grunt as he slowed a little but pushed harder on her, feeling her body resisting him. She knew he wouldn't take no for an answer though. At that he gave a few hard, sharp thrusts into her, making her cry out and legs try to squeeze together at the abrupt increase in his efforts, pushing hard against her cervix. She breathed in relief as he resumed his thrusting again, letting her body relax again, knowing she would need to for his next effort. The break was just moments however as he went deep again, a firm thrust initially, before a second resulting in a push, aiming to squeeze himself into her. There was a moment and then he felt her start to give, just hinting that the prize was there to be taken. He pulled back to give another pair of quick thrusts, almost as deep, before he pressed again and forced himself against her squeezing pussy. Christina's fingers dug into the bed beside her as her vagina stretched, feeling herself start to give way for him; he felt it too and gave slight grunt of effort as he pulled himself into her to capitalise on it. She gave a strained noise as she felt herself giving way, his persistence paying off as the slow force of his cock broke down her barriers, before crying out as he jolted past and bottomed out in her to embed all nine inches of his thick cock in her quivering pussy. "Fuck," she breathed harshly through gasping breaths, the sharp pain deep inside her from the breakthrough fading away. He paused to enjoy his victory, releasing her legs and leaning down over her to press his lips to hers, kissing her quite softly as he flexed his cock inside her, tongues entwining as they made out. Their liplock became more intense, faster and more hungry as every one between them seemed to have done so far until he suddenly pulled away from her and grabbed her legs again. Drawing himself back, he kept the stroke to just a couple of inches and then thrust himself back into her, making sure to fully consolidate his position inside her, Christina grunting with each time he went balls deep inside her. She inhaled as he drew back for a full length thrust, her lips bulging as his head threatened to pop out of her before he smoothly slipped it all the way back into her body, jolting back to full depth again as she grunted, broken in and unable to resist now, not that she wanted to as pleasure tingled into her from it. "That feel good?" he said as he started into a steady rhythm of full length strokes so she could completely enjoy all nine inches of him. "Yeah," she breathed, eyes shut as she felt the pleasure spreading through her, rolling her hips onto him so he stroked more over her G-spot, squeezing her pussy down at him to feel a tingle of stimulation it released through her in the process. It was all pleasure now as they worked in unison and he started increasing his pace while she focused on the extra edge his piercing added. She'd never felt it before, but it was there and she was loving it. His strokes were short and hard now, using about half his cock and jamming himself into her, thumping his balls into her with every thrust as he hauled hard on her legs. His hands slipped down to her pelvis to hold the very base of his thighs, fingertips tracing the black edge of the saucy garter belt as he gained more leverage to really pump himself into her, rocking her whole body now as she bounced on the bed before him. She couldn't do anything to get more involved; Christina was sprawled out on the bed, hair all over the place, completely lost to the fucking now as she gasped, grunted and groaned through it in sheer pleasure, huge tits bouncing deliciously. She'd forgotten how incredible it felt to take a properly big cock, how it stretched and stimulated every possible area within her, and how she surrendered herself to it. "How long since you last took a cock this big, Christina?" he asked with a smile, slowing down to just rock in and out of her, catching his breath as he leaned between her legs and took hold of her chest for a firm grope. She breathed deeply and arched up as he squeezed her breasts, shivering at the sensations and loving his somewhat heavy handed approach to them. "A while," she breathed in answer to his question. Giving her a hard squeeze as he pressed back to full depth inside her again and held it caused her to shudder in sensation. "How long?" he questioned, before going back to his smooth strokes into her velvet tunnel. "Years," she gasped as he picked up his pace a bit. His fingers pulled back to pinch at her nipples, giving a distinctly hard grip that made her almost yelp and push up from the bed, looking up to him to see his expression that said he was very much enjoying her curvy body. He groped her again as she flopped back onto the bed again, the pleasure still almost overwhelming her. "How many?" he asked, giving some strokes of his full length once more as he squeezed hard at her huge tits. "This big? Five years?" she nearly growled rhetorically as she gasped underneath him. She wasn't entirely sure when it was, it was about that long, either way it was long enough that she'd forgotten exactly how great it felt to take it. It was accentuated by him picking up the pace again, whining with pleasure and squeezing down on him to feel it fully. She didn't care anymore that she had handed over control to him, he could tell she was absolutely loving it and just wanted to lie back and revel in the sensations of it as he drove deep into her. His hands slid back to her hips again and he took a good hold of her as he set about fucking her again, staying deep and driving himself against her to see and feel her respond to it, giving her the big cock fuck she really wanted. Her boobs bounced intently again, and she gasped loudly as he reached out to smack each one in turn, connecting firmly with her soft body as she laid out before him. She didn't tell him not to though, and as he fucked her he leant over to lay another slap on her from each side, harder now, leaving the slightest mark on her pale skin as her gasps broke the moans of pleasure. It only served to heighten her pleasure as she got more turned on by it, ratcheting up bit by bit as he enjoyed himself and laid several more slaps on her iconic rack in between hard grabs and gropes of her until her suddenly leaned over her whilst burying himself to full depth inside and held it there to make her shiver and pull her thighs into him. He leaned down on his hands again to press his lips to hers, Christina enthusiastically receiving him as they engaged in another deep, tongue-twisting kiss, losing themselves to it a little bit as they made out once more, his full length embedded in her pussy. Her bite to his lip only made him smile with pleasure, feeling he had unleashed the full sexual hunger of her by burying his huge cock inside her. He pushed up his hands and thrust into her again as she craned up to kiss at his strong chest and neck as best she could while he stroked into her once more before he pressed her back down onto the bed again as he sunk balls deep in her. Raising a hand, he slapped her lightly across the face, making her gasp loudly in utter shock at the move despite the lack of weight behind it, even as she shivered with pleasure and her pussy gave a distinct clamp down on his cock. He smiled and gave her another, a little bit harder across her cheek that got the same response, her body loving it even though it was an affront to her personally. She wouldn't admit she actually enjoyed it in that moment of course. "Mm you love that don't you?" he said, looking down and then thrusting himself deeply inside her several more times before driving in and holding at full depth once more. Another light slap was put across her face, making her give a barely restrained moan this time. "You love this don't you Christina?" he asked again, starting to thrust again to influence her response. It wasn't forthcoming however. She gasped at another slap, this time across the other side of her face. "Don't you?" he demanded. It was more a statement than a question in all honesty. "Yes," she managed, pushing her satin-wrapped hips down to meet him as he squeezed his thick manhood into her. "Love this big cock don't you?" he pushed, loving how she was responding. "Yeah," she agreed, met with another light slap that made her jolt in pleasure and squeeze him tight enough to draw a grunt from him. "Tell me," he said, giving her a few more thrusts. "I love your big cock," she said simply, not attempting to deny it to him now, knowing she'd only receive another slap. "Good. And what do you want?" he probed, wanting to hear it from her directly. In her position, there was no going back now. "I want you to fuck me. Hard, really hard," she breathed, almost a whisper as she pulled her legs back a bit more to surrender and submit to him. "Good girl," he said with a devilish smile as he leaned confidently on his hands once more and started to get going again, still so big and hard inside her as he started to reciprocate back and forth to plunge his cock deeply. Her pussy swallowed him perfectly and she groaned in pleasure at him completely filling her body, the deep satisfaction of his penetration so complete as she rolled her hips back with her knees up, pulling them in towards his body to encourage him with the smooth stroke of her nylons. She gave a cry as she was caught off-guard by another slap to her face, a little firmer this time, sending another burst of illicit ecstasy through her body as it combined with him driving into her pussy. It was followed by another burst of short, hard fucking that ploughed his cock full depth and very hard into her body, making her give a strained, overwhelmed sound of pleasure that resulted in a sighing groan when he slowed down. Christina Hendricks - Cockpuppet "Are you just gonna play with them?" she teased, making him hesitate in his answer as she started jerking him quickly, her skilful hand having no problem with his size. He pulled his fingers back to pinch firmly at her nipples, pulling on her just hard enough to make her gasp. "You're not giving me much reason to change the station right now," he mused as he gave her a hard squeeze in return, pushing her massive boobs hard together in the process. She just giggled slightly and kept stroking him slowly as he groped her, before she gave a long grasping squeeze off his head and let her fingertip hook into the ring through his tip. Pulling carefully at it, she urged him forwards, his hands taking a last long squeeze of her chest before he let go and shuffled forwards on her knees, straddling her body. She released him as he lined up with her magnificent rack, sighing as he lowered himself carefully to gently rest on her as he pressed his throbbing erection down to her body, both of them murmuring with pleasure as his hard, smooth shaft pressed onto her pale skin between her soft breasts. Their eyes locked together as he lightly pushed slowly forwards and back across her chest to test the range of his impressive manhood, Christina giving a slight inhale as the cold, thick ring touched her alabaster skin. His eyes looked down to her chest, the actress following his gaze to look down and watch his huge cock sliding gently up and down her body, able to slip all the way up between her breasts to just below her chin with ease. She kept watching as his large hands came down to her chest once more, his cock bouncing with his heartbeat as he pressed her magnificent boobs together around himself, her soft, smooth flesh wrapping around and over his rock hard shaft, engulfed by the heat of her body. He repositioned his hands slightly to get a perfect hold on her, looking up to meet her glance momentarily before back to his task, pulling back so the bulging head of his cock and its defined ridge pulled deep between her tits, followed by slowly and smoothly gliding between them as he pushed across her, the polished piercing leading the way, the redhead watching his engorged purple head push up to meet her as she looked down hungrily at it. He paused with a sigh of deep satisfaction, as much at the conquering of her as the sensation of it, before slowly pulling back to begin a rhythm. The bed rocked beneath them as he straddled her, his grasp on her firm yet gentle, Christina loving the feel of his big, heavy balls dragging across the top of her underbust corset and just onto her skin with his thrusts. His cock was so hard between her breasts, her hands pulling at the sheets beneath her as she lay back to take what he was giving her, not being allowed much opportunity to participate right now. It was what he wanted, and what she'd offered him, submitting to him in the soft, half-light of the hotel room. Looking up to him again, she had a few seconds to watch him as he concentrated on rubbing his cock firmly and powerfully between her breasts before he caught her gaze, looking deep into her eyes before a smile spread onto his face. Christina's full lips broke into a naughty smile, loving the pleasure he was deriving from her, holding his gaze a second longer and then closing her eyes, resting her head back with a slow breath as she focused on the sensations. She loved a big cock, even when it wasn't inside her. His strokes became faster and firmer, rubbing the full length back and forth as he squeezed her magnificent chest harder, making her arch up from the bed a bit into his attentions as he used her for his pleasure. Opening her eyes once more, she look in his tight muscles as he tensed himself over her, working his cock harder as she looked down at it surging up towards her once more. She couldn't help herself, opening her mouth and leaning down more, extending her tongue to flick it over his head as he pushed up. His stroke hesitated for a moment at the pleasure of her hot, soft tongue tasting him, Christina tingling at the new, unique feeling of his thick piercing. Her eyes flitted up to him, smiling as she pushed her tongue out to wait for his next stroke, which he happily gave her to deliver his sensitive head to her skilful tongue. He was very deliberate, pushing up between her breasts fully to push his cock to her mouth and onto her tongue while she still held his gaze, curling it up around him slowly a couple of times as they held the moment before she looked down and started attacking him more thoroughly, licking intently at him and then leaning forward to suck him a couple of times with her full lips as he groaned with pleasure. She worked her tongue to flick his piercing back and forwards, loving the different feeling of it before he pulled back to resume his tempo, giving her chest an intensive groping for a moment and repositioning his hands to continue as he started to thrust against her chest once more, Christina leaning down to capture his tip with her tongue every time he pushed up, his breathing a bit more rapid now. "Let me do that," she breathed, pulling her hands up to grab her chest, pushing underneath his hands to support her fantastic tits and push them round him a bit more firmly, freeing him to lean over her and thrust more energetically. Pressing his hands down onto the bed over her head, letting him thrust down more intently onto her, gliding between her lusciously soft rack and onto her tongue, starting to go faster now and pump vigorously at her, losing himself to the incredible opportunity of a titfuck with the flame-haired actress. Christina was also breathing harder, working her tongue back and forwards under his pierced cockhead as she rocked on the bed beneath him. He just watched as she attacked with her tongue, relishing the warmth of her gorgeous body, and then gasping as she abruptly took his head into her mouth as he pushed up. It only encouraged him to stroke faster, pushing up as far as he possibly could to get into her mouth, the stunning redhead lunging down every time to suck on the swollen head of his manhood, both of them loving the moment. He couldn't resist her any further, and she was clearly more than willing, pushing up on his knees and sliding one over her shoulder to get to her mouth, reaching down to drive his big, thick cock onto her hot, waiting tongue. She gave a mumble of pleasure and hunger as she leaned up to help suck onto his cock, no pretence of not wanting to as he leaned over her. Christina's hands left her chest to slide one onto his leg and the other around the base of his cock, jerking briskly the inches she couldn't fit into her mouth. There was no hope of getting it all in, so she massaged what didn't as she craned to bob her head on him, sucking firmly at him as her tongue attacked him in all sorts of manners, under and around him, paying particular attention to his piercing. She was fascinated by it, making him different from any other cock she'd had, relishing the smooth feel of it and the way she could hook into it. She fleetingly wondered what the people downstairs at the party were doing, their idle chat and drinks as she was upstairs sucking on his huge cock. He leaned over her dominantly, just letting her suck hungrily at him, picking up her pace in both sucking and stroking. Her eyes were closed, luscious red hair spread out on the bed around her as she bobbed on his cock, her hand working a bit harder as she tongued vigorously at him. Christina pulled him out of her mouth with a slurp and took a deep gasp of breath, dainty hand immediately stroking up and down his throbbing erection. Her finger hooked into his piercing again and this time gave it a twist, pausing in her hand job to lean up and lick firmly over his heavy balls, letting her tongue run over and around them, pushing them up in turn. The redhead hungrily sucked at them with slow breaths, starting to stroke him again as she opened her eyes to look up and take in the rock hard length of him over her, his big cock just over her face as she took in his large, smooth sack with her mouth. Her soft lips sucked and massaged at him, just letting her teeth graze lightly at him, ever so threatening that she might show some attitude. She gave a hard squeeze behind his head and pulled him back into her mouth, immediately going for his ring with her tongue as she sucked hard, pulling a strong vacuum on his sensitive tip to make him groan at the intensity. "Goddamn you give a good blowjob," he murmured as he pulled away from her, Christina letting him slip reluctantly out of her mouth and grasp as he slid his knee back and stood up erect over her chest. Pushing himself down, she immediately grabbed her breasts ready for him and let him slide between, slipping his full length straight up to her chin and then pulling back, sitting down more firmly on her this time, knowing she could take it as he leaned over her on one hand, brushing his fingers through her hair and down the side of her face softly even as he started to stroke his whole length against her chest once more. She couldn't help but smile up at him and then look down again, opening her mouth once more and extending her tongue to accept his bulbous head with every stroke. Her nipples were stood up rock hard, capping her fantastic breasts as she supported them, letting her thumbs stray to circle over them as she hooked her tongue under the tip of him, where the piercing came through, to stimulate him to the maximum. He was chasing his pleasure now, eyes closed as he stroked harder and faster between her tits, loving how hard she was pressing them together for his enjoyment. Her hot mouth captured him perfectly every time, her tongue and hot, velvet mouth enclosing his head in a brief, sucking intensity for a moment with every rapid stroke. Both of them were breathing hard as he leaned over her, fingers digging into the bedding as he worked his hips against her, Christina starting to give hungry, energetic groans. It only spurred him on to work harder, feeling him stiffening between her huge tits, her slender hands working them up and down to maximise his pleasure as he pumped against her. Trembling over her, taut from the effort, he growled and gasped at his peaking pleasure, holding on as long as he possibly could with her, wanting to enjoy every last possible moment of his time with the curvy actress. She loved the attention, sucking and licking at him as much as possible, waiting for him to blow it over her chest, over the magnificent rack he lusted after so much. She felt him go rock hard as he came to climax, releasing her chest to let him take control for the finish, jerking himself vigorously over her huge rack as he worked to the finish. "Come on baby, all over these tits you wanted so bad," she purred, pushing them together again for him, an inviting target laid out before him to explode across as she smiled, loving that she was all he wanted. Only he had a different idea; she was startled by his hand pushing roughly through her soft red hair and taking a hard handful, yanking her head down onto the bed as he surged up over her, his knees pushing over her shoulders and pinning her down. "Hey, what the fuck?" she said. Her big eyes snapped open to the sight of him stroking his big, thick cock right in front of her, piercing glinting ever so slightly in the dim light of the room as she struggled underneath him to free herself, wriggling fruitlessly beneath his weight as he stroked himself hard over her. He held her tight and ignored her protests, on the brink now. Christina tried to push up but was totally pinned, her heart pounding, annoyed at him taking a liberty with her but also turned on at the thought of submitting to him and letting him blast it across her face with his magnificent cock. It wasn't right, she was in charge, calling the shots, not him, though he'd just turned that completely around on her and was most definitely getting it his way now. He gave a growl of imminent climax, aiming his big cock down to her vulnerable face, leaving the redhead staring down the barrel of a gun with no way out. All she could do was close her eyes, just in time for him to grunt deeply and explode across her pretty face, his load landing hotly across her pale skin as she gasped, open mouth catching the tail end of shots that spurted across her eyes, nose, cheeks and forehead, with a bit going into her shock of fiery hair. A final shot landed straight into her mouth, thickly across her tongue and running into her throat. With a shudder he relaxed, breathing hard as he squeezed the last bit out of his cock and wiped it onto her cheek before sitting back, thick cock softening in the explosive aftermath as she gasped beneath him, too shocked and surprised to even complain. "Fuck that was amazing," he breathed, pulling back stiffly from her, his heavy, spent balls sliding between her breasts as he did. Carefully extricating himself from her prone form, he flopped over onto the bed beside her, only their breath breaking the silence. She closed and swallowed, the distinct, salty taste spreading through her mouth from her tongue as she did to remind her exactly what it was like. She gave a sigh and reached out to signal she needed a tissue, unable to open either eye from his load, finding one pressed swiftly into her hand. "That wasn't part of our deal," she mumbled, sitting up and wiping her eyes, soaking his considerable load up. "Sorry," he said as he reclined beside her. "No you're not," she replied curtly, sliding her nylon-clad legs from the bed and standing up, giving him a view of her curvy arse and then of her fantastic tits hanging firmly in the mirror as she looked in it to finish cleaning up. She gave an exasperated sigh as she wiped it carefully out of the front of her luxurious red hair. "I'm gonna have to do my make-up again now," she grumbled, finishing wiping her smooth, pale skin. "Well you don't have to, if you just stay here with me," he said, making her pause as her heart skipped in her chest. She turned back to him, letting him take in a full look at her fantastic chest for a moment along with the rest of her curves in their sexy, defining lingerie. "That was most definitely not part of our deal," she replied levelly. "Your point being? When was the last time you had a big cock inside you?" he asked, glancing down noticeably to her black satin panties and the delectable bulge of her pussy. She didn't reply, looking back to the mirror and her make-up bag. "Come on, be honest," he probed. He let the silence hang after that, a few seconds which seemed to stretch, prompting her to fill them. "A while," was all she said, glancing back to him. She couldn't deny that her pussy tingled, already wet from their antics, tempting her at the thought of his length and thickness sliding inside her. "Then maybe we should make a new deal," he said as she sat down to tend to her make-up. "If we did, there's some terms. Namely no getting rough with me and you put a rubber on it," she said, glancing down to his cock in the mirror. "I won't be rough with you, no more than you want, but I'm not wearing a rubber with you," he replied coolly. "What, why not?" she asked, pausing from her ministrations with a brush. "An opportunity like this? I'm not letting that ruin it for us," he remarked. "You more like," she replied testily, turning round to look at him, still casual about her toplessness, "you're seriously gonna let me pass you by because you won't play safe?" she asked incredulously. He didn't reply, just looking her in the eye. "I don't make invitations like this to just anyone, you know," she said, raising her eyebrows. "I don't do things by halves, it's all or nothing," he replied. "Then it's nothing, I don't want it that much," she said, turning back to continue her make-up. "You sure, you don't want these nine inches buried deep inside you?" he said. Her eyes flitted to him again, noting his size even when soft in the aftermath of their fun. "Not without a rubber on it," she said with an air of finality. "Then we don't have a deal," he said, with a surprising air of apathy that she couldn't understand. "No, we don't. So get out of here, go back to the party, the deal's done," she said, referring to the reason she was redoing her make-up. He swiftly dressed back into his suit, making her internally grumble at how easily he was able to look immediately smart again, Christina taking glances in her mirror at his body as he hid it from her view. "Pass me my bra would you?" she said, seeing he was ready to leave. "Of course," he said, picking up the large, supportive satin bra and stepping over to her, taking in her tumble of gorgeous red hair, pale skin and curves, the stockings supported by her sexy garter belt. He put it into her waiting hand, where he took a last chance to ogle her fantastic breasts before she slipped the bra on, reaching round behind her back to clip it up, rolling her shoulders and then pushing her boobs up and together to settle them into it before turning her attention back to the make-up spread before her. "If you change your mind," he said softly, suddenly leaning over her at the dresser, reaching across to gently slide a card into her bra at the same moment that he planted a soft, lingering kiss on her cheek. She closed her eyes, caught up by it all somewhat. "Pleasure doing business with you," he whispered in her ear, drawing away and walking to the door, the flame-haired Christina turning to silently watch him as he didn't look back, opening the door and sliding out into the bright corridor, the latching of the door a sound of closure to their encounter. She just sat staring at it for a moment, fleetingly contemplating... ***** To be continued... Big thanks to Ghost for helping create, plan, check and edit this story. As usual, please send me Feedback by clicking the link below. I like reading your feedback and suggestions, so please drop me a line.